Alfred sighed. It has been a week since his Canadian brother scolded him for throwing his laptop out of the window. Matthew was so tired too because his documents for the next meeting were there. Alfred offered to help him but unfortunately, Canada refused because he's still suspiscious about him. Which he kinda understood...

"Augh...even Mattie doesn't like me anymore..." He muttered quietly but then paused, "Wait...the Mattie I knew didn't like me either..." He slumped on his chair and almost cried then and there but he kept it in since Canada and himself are in a private plane that's going straight to Russia for a world meeting. Alfred didn't like the idea of going to a meeting (since his land doesn't exist anymore...) but the Canadian told him to because Matthew thought that he might be a spy and must never be out of his sight until he deemed Alfred as an ok-to-approach-without-any-risk.

Alfred sighed when he caught Matthew's side glance at him. America gave him an assuring smile, insisting that he won't jump and strangle him in the spot. Alfred turned away from the Canadian's intense look and stared outside the glass window. 'Geez, Mattie. You make me sound like a villan.' He pouted, 'And villain is the last thing I want to be. Ever.' He sighed and continued to stare outside where everything seems small down below.

He smiled softly, remembering all the good times about flying up high where he felt free and alive. He remembered the time when he, Japan and Russia went to travel from nation to nation until Belarus, China and Britain stopped them from wasting anymore of their time and start doing their paperworks. America chuckled at the memory before mindlessly letting himself be lost in them.

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"Hey..." Someone softly whispered while they gently shake him awake.

Wait- hold up a sec. Since when did he closed his eyes?

Alfred slowly opened his eyes only to be greeted with a frown from Matthew.

"M-Morn'n?"

Matthew just gave him a flat look, moving slightly away from him. "I do not think I wanted to be running late for today's meeting. I already had a bad mood to fix and I swear you do not want to know aboot it."

'I already do, Mattie. I know more than you think so.'

Alfred internally grumbled but sleepily stood up and took his stuffs along with Matthew's but Matthew insisted to bring his own bags himself, though Alfred suspected that it's because Matthew still doesn't trust him. After they walked outside the plane, Matthew quietly said sorry and explained that he was only having a bad mood than usual.

'Typical Mattie.'

They both took a ride towards the usual place. Matthew thanked the driver while getting out of the car but the driver couldn't hear him, so the Canadian sighed sadly. Alfred noticed this and nudged the man inside the car. The man looked up, confused but once Alfred pointed at Matthew, the man made a quiet 'oh' and said a 'your welcome' before taking off and mumbling in astonishment, 'How did he do that?'.

Alfred chuckled as he looked back at Matthew who stared at him in awe.

"Th-Thank you..."

"Your welcome, dude." Alfred smiled goofily, "Now how about we go inside and get this party started!"

"More like arena."

"How about school once Ludwig shuts everyone up?"

"Good one." Matthew chuckled, softly smiling at the golden haired boy. He doesn't know but he feels like he's known Alfred before. "Party is still a better one though."

"Mmm, yeah seems fitting."

With that, Alfred and Matthew walked towards the meeting, talking and learning about each other a bit more. Alfred still noticed how Matthew avoids topics about 'nations' but at least they were somehow close to friends- 'I hope.' He nervously thought.

Once they entered the conference room, Matthew quietly vanished towards his chair while Alfred stopped at the doorway.

Italy kept on yelling about pasta while his brother, Romano, grumbled curses to the oblivious and sweet Spaniard who's hanging out with Prussia and France. Unfortunately for the French man, a certain Brit threw a piece of wood towards him which France skillfully avoided with a stylish pose afterwards. Unknowingly to him, Arthur threw another one at him while he was stylishly posing. Let's just say that their argument still remained after.

Alfred was about to yell "THE HERO IS HEREE!!!" but he remembered about the accident last time and remained stiff right there. He smiled as things were thrown around the room. Alfred made his way across the room and towards Canada's seat while swiftly and gracefully dodging unknown flying objects (while eating a burger he bought when he saw McDonalds on the way to the meeting).

Suddenly, a pipe was in his view. America blinked and followed the pipe with his eyes and to the owner's gloved hand.

"Russia." He breathed out. Oh my genius, this Ivan doesn't know anything about him! Alfred couldn't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

"You are Alfred, da?" Russia asked, smiling childishly at the American.

America crossed his arms, raising a brow slightly. "How'd you know, big guy? Last time I know, you only knew me as America."

"Matthew told me about you." 'R-Really?'

"Oh yeah?"

"Da."

Alfred smiled widely and poked the Russian's big nose, he giggled childishly when Ivan gave him a 'wut' look. "Told ya I would dare to do that next time you say that word."

Ivan tilted his head but smiled softly, "I do not understand."

Alfred almost forgot that this is not his Ivan and awkwardly stood there in silence. He didn't know that the chaotic room also died down until the Russian himself came.

"So uh... nice to meet you... I guess?" Alfred blushed embarrassingly. 'Omg why are you doing this to yourself, dude!'

Ivan nodded happily, "Mm! Nice to meet you too, Fredka."

Alfred's eyes widened at this and stared at the Russian in hope. "What did you just called me?"

Ivan only chuckled at this, "Fredka. It's the Russian name of Alfred."

"O-Oh..." 'So that's why Vanya keeps on calling me that... along with other names that I still don't undertand...' Alfred felt disappointed but he kept his bright smile in check. "I see."

Ivan smile widened a bit, "I can call you podsolnukh if you want-"

"Ahem." Germany coughed awkwardly and then both nations looked towards him. "Th-The meeting is about to start..." As the German talked, everyone went to their assigned seats. Alfred found himself sitting next to Russia and Canada. Alfred guessed that his fellow nations aren't going to talk about "great secrets" that much with him around.

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Wait- if he isn't part of the meeting then this is going to be SUPER BORING!!! He glanced at the nations for a bit and saw Belarus staring at him angrily.

Right. She's not the Natalya he knew before. Alfred gulped and looked away, glancing around the room as long as he doesn't start an intense atmosphere between them and pretends to whistle a tune. Then Alfred saw Italy taking nimbles of his pasta.

Alfred stared widely at Italy, then at Germany who kept on going on about polution. If Italy can do that without any stressed German interrupting his meal, then does that mean Alfred can eat and sip whenever he wanted!?

Alfred's smile grew even more as he slowly took a bite of his burger, instantly melting unto the smell and taste of his fav. food. He continued to eat and eat until it was no more before taking another burger out of his magic pocket which held more burgers and other bizarre things inside.

Alfred began to slurp quietly on a coke, glancing at an annoyed Brit and a German who ignored him and continued on to his discussion. Alfred glanced at Matthew to see him staring questionally back at him while drinking his maple flavored coffee. Alfred shrugged and smiled brightly, eating and slurping to his content for the rest of the meeting.

'Maybe it's not all that bad after all.'