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Regardless of Iceland's comment about his grin, when Matthew heard what the nation had to say about him and America, the smile faded. He lowered his chin so his hair fell to cover his eyes and promptly turned the shade of a ripe tomato. It was almost as if Iceland knew his fears, and it was almost like his words were purposely chosen to console those fears. How could he possibly know that the only thing he disliked more than being ignored was being mistaken for the other country? It scared Canada a little to know that this other nation could read him so well. He would have to be more careful, lest he have his awful secret pulled out of him. Yet at the same time it practically terrified him, it made his stomach twist- in a good way.

"I-I-I, I c-cant..." Canada struggled to speak, his red face still mostly hidden by his hair. The hands that held Kumajirou were shaking, pale from the lack of blood that had gone to his cheeks, "D-don't say things like t-that, p-p-please, I d-don't..."

Ashamed by his stuttering, he had suddenly stopped speaking. He kept walking, but remained completely silent while doing so. Matthew was unable to look at either Russia or Iceland and kept his eyes focused only on his shoes. A lace was starting to become untied.