Matthew Williams, better known as Canada. Not that anyone cared about either of his names. Sometimes it got a bit tiresome. Whenever he tried to speak up, he was always answered with "Who are you?" অথবা "Did আপনি hear something?" or, even better, he was ignored.
Now, আপনি see, being ignored wasn't the problem. Sure, it got annoying sometimes, and it made him feel insignificant. Butit didn't matter if he got ignored দ্বারা everyone, just as long as his brother, dad, and uncle cared.
Lately, though, it seemed like no one had time for him anymore. America was always off somewhere else with someone else. England was either off doing something অথবা in too bad of a mood to be bothered. And France... His own father didn't even talk to him anymore.
At every world meeting, every single gathering that he attended, Canada always went up to say hi to France. Up until a few years ago, France would always do something to acknowledge him, whether it be a hug, a greeting in return, অথবা simply a smile. Now, his father looked right through him. Like everyone else. Every smile he gave was always meant for someone else. Someone better.
This feeling of unimportance had been growing larger and larger, particularly during the last few days. Even Italy had stopped talking to him. The only time someone bothered to speak to him was when they mistook him for America. After he apologized and corrected them, the person promptly left.
Friday. Everyone had plans on Friday. Canada was supposed to have plans with America. Alfred had insisted that he and Matthew have some sort of "brotherly bonding" day. Canada had actually allowed himself to get excited about it. Ha. As if Alfred would actually remember. As if anyone would remember me.
Canada sat at home, alone. Kumajiro was somewhere in the house, Canada just didn't know where. After an ঘন্টা of staring at some mindless টেলিভিশন program, he decided to give his brother a call. Of course, he got voicemail.
"U-um... নমস্কার Alfred. It's me, Mattie. I know you're probably busy right now, but I just wanted to talk to you. I've been feeling really... Well... Depressed, lately. I don't know why. I think no one would even care if I died. So, I guess... Just give me a call when আপনি can, okay? প্রণয় you."
Just five মিনিট later, his phone rang.
"HEY MATTIE! SORRY, IT'S PRETTY LOUD OVER HERE. WHAT'S UP?"
America had actually called him back! Canada smiled. "Nothing, really. I just-"
"SORRY, HOLD ON A SEC, MATTIE!" Canada heard America yelling at someone in the background to "SHUT UP I'M TALKING TO MY BROTHER." "HEY." Oh, he was back.
"Hi. Well, like I was saying, I just really wanted to talk to you, andI'm glad-" He heard a clatter and some sort of gurgling noise before he was disconnected.
"No one wants to listen to you, Matthew." He was talking to himself again. Some days, he only had himself for a friend. No, that was wrong. Most days, he only had himself for a friend.
Canada got up, heading to the kitchen. Maybe he could drink himself into oblivion, like Russia supposedly did. Except Canada didn't own any liquor, and he hated the taste of alcohol. He took out a bottle of malpe syrup instead, pouring some on his finger and sticking the ব্যক্ত finger into his mouth. It was a habit he'd had ever since discovering the goodness of that particular বৃক্ষ sap.
Matthew stood at the sink, washing his hands. His mind drifted back to what he had ব্যক্ত earlier. No one would ever care if I died... No one... That's not true. Alfred would care... Wouldn't he? But Alfred had friends. Alfred has a dad who still cares about him. Alfred is noticed দ্বারা everyone. Face it. You'd be an easy hole to fill, 'Mattie'.
He dried off his hands and looked around the kitchen. It was dark, since he hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. The light from the living room reflected off the sink, which in turn reflected off of the set of রান্নাঘর knives. He remembered when Francis had প্রদত্ত them to him, hoping to spur his cooking talent. Matthew carefully removed the carving blade. He'd used it on the turkey a few years ago, when everyone had gathered at his place for Thanksgiving.
Matthew put the tip of the blade against his bared forearm. He was pale, pale enough to look almost ghostly in the dim lighting. The tip of the blade slowly sank into the pale flesh. Shouldn't he be feeling something দ্বারা now? After all, the ছুরি was rather deep in his arm, and he was starting to bleed quite a lot. Oddly enough, he felt nothing. Alfred didn't want to talk to him, and Matthew didn't feel like listening to himself anymore. He drew the blade down his arm, repeating the motion a couple of times. He did the same to his right arm, though a bit আরো clumsily.
He was bleeding rather severely now. "You're so stupid, Matthew. Did আপনি think that doing this would make people notice you? You're just a failure, an invisible failure." He broke off with a cough. It was getting kind of hard to breathe, he noticed. Was that his phone ringing in the living room? He couldn't possibly answer it now. It was getting kind of hard to see, too.
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Alfred drove recklessly, probably fifity miles above the speed limit. Mattie hadn't picked up. Mattie always picked up when Alfred called him. Come to think of it, Mattie had sounded kinda off during their call. He seem almost desperate, like he needed someone to talk to. After punching the গাধা who had dunked his phone in the beer, Alfred headed out.
The lights were on. Matthew was at home. Alfred rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for his brother to open the door. A মিনিট passed, five minutes. Mattie wasn't going to answer. Alfred took out his keys, trying four of them before he found the right one. Bursting into the house, he cried out. "MATTIE! DUDE, ARE আপনি OKAY?" No one answered. A white shape moved towards him.
"Mattie's bear. Where's Mattie? Why... are your paws... red?"
Growing steadily আরো panicked, Alfred followed the ভালুক closely, going into the kitchen. He took only a few steps before he hit something soft. "Shit, I can't see anything." He flipped on the lights, then immediately wished he hadn't.
Sprawled out on the floor, face down, was his precious Mattie, his ever-present, always patient brother. He was bleeding from his... Arms? Yes, his arms. Alfred collapsed, drawing Matthew towards his chest. "Mattie, why?" Tears were coming now.
"A-Alfred...? I thought আপনি were-" Matthew coughed shakily. "-at a party," he finished, smiling weakly up at his brother.
"I was, Mattie, but আপনি seemed like আপনি needed me." Alfred did his best to smile. Mattie was smiling. "Hey, it's going to be okay, Mattie. I'm the hero, after all. I'll get আপনি all fixed up, then-"
"Alfred... I'm going to miss you." No. No. Mattie. His precious Mattie. This couldn't be happening. Matthew coughed once again.
"I-I'll miss আপনি too, Mattie. Always. I প্রণয় you." Alfred struggled to keep from falling to pieces.
Matthew smiled up at his brother, paler than he had ever been.
"Thank you."
Now, আপনি see, being ignored wasn't the problem. Sure, it got annoying sometimes, and it made him feel insignificant. Butit didn't matter if he got ignored দ্বারা everyone, just as long as his brother, dad, and uncle cared.
Lately, though, it seemed like no one had time for him anymore. America was always off somewhere else with someone else. England was either off doing something অথবা in too bad of a mood to be bothered. And France... His own father didn't even talk to him anymore.
At every world meeting, every single gathering that he attended, Canada always went up to say hi to France. Up until a few years ago, France would always do something to acknowledge him, whether it be a hug, a greeting in return, অথবা simply a smile. Now, his father looked right through him. Like everyone else. Every smile he gave was always meant for someone else. Someone better.
This feeling of unimportance had been growing larger and larger, particularly during the last few days. Even Italy had stopped talking to him. The only time someone bothered to speak to him was when they mistook him for America. After he apologized and corrected them, the person promptly left.
Friday. Everyone had plans on Friday. Canada was supposed to have plans with America. Alfred had insisted that he and Matthew have some sort of "brotherly bonding" day. Canada had actually allowed himself to get excited about it. Ha. As if Alfred would actually remember. As if anyone would remember me.
Canada sat at home, alone. Kumajiro was somewhere in the house, Canada just didn't know where. After an ঘন্টা of staring at some mindless টেলিভিশন program, he decided to give his brother a call. Of course, he got voicemail.
"U-um... নমস্কার Alfred. It's me, Mattie. I know you're probably busy right now, but I just wanted to talk to you. I've been feeling really... Well... Depressed, lately. I don't know why. I think no one would even care if I died. So, I guess... Just give me a call when আপনি can, okay? প্রণয় you."
Just five মিনিট later, his phone rang.
"HEY MATTIE! SORRY, IT'S PRETTY LOUD OVER HERE. WHAT'S UP?"
America had actually called him back! Canada smiled. "Nothing, really. I just-"
"SORRY, HOLD ON A SEC, MATTIE!" Canada heard America yelling at someone in the background to "SHUT UP I'M TALKING TO MY BROTHER." "HEY." Oh, he was back.
"Hi. Well, like I was saying, I just really wanted to talk to you, andI'm glad-" He heard a clatter and some sort of gurgling noise before he was disconnected.
"No one wants to listen to you, Matthew." He was talking to himself again. Some days, he only had himself for a friend. No, that was wrong. Most days, he only had himself for a friend.
Canada got up, heading to the kitchen. Maybe he could drink himself into oblivion, like Russia supposedly did. Except Canada didn't own any liquor, and he hated the taste of alcohol. He took out a bottle of malpe syrup instead, pouring some on his finger and sticking the ব্যক্ত finger into his mouth. It was a habit he'd had ever since discovering the goodness of that particular বৃক্ষ sap.
Matthew stood at the sink, washing his hands. His mind drifted back to what he had ব্যক্ত earlier. No one would ever care if I died... No one... That's not true. Alfred would care... Wouldn't he? But Alfred had friends. Alfred has a dad who still cares about him. Alfred is noticed দ্বারা everyone. Face it. You'd be an easy hole to fill, 'Mattie'.
He dried off his hands and looked around the kitchen. It was dark, since he hadn't bothered to turn on the lights. The light from the living room reflected off the sink, which in turn reflected off of the set of রান্নাঘর knives. He remembered when Francis had প্রদত্ত them to him, hoping to spur his cooking talent. Matthew carefully removed the carving blade. He'd used it on the turkey a few years ago, when everyone had gathered at his place for Thanksgiving.
Matthew put the tip of the blade against his bared forearm. He was pale, pale enough to look almost ghostly in the dim lighting. The tip of the blade slowly sank into the pale flesh. Shouldn't he be feeling something দ্বারা now? After all, the ছুরি was rather deep in his arm, and he was starting to bleed quite a lot. Oddly enough, he felt nothing. Alfred didn't want to talk to him, and Matthew didn't feel like listening to himself anymore. He drew the blade down his arm, repeating the motion a couple of times. He did the same to his right arm, though a bit আরো clumsily.
He was bleeding rather severely now. "You're so stupid, Matthew. Did আপনি think that doing this would make people notice you? You're just a failure, an invisible failure." He broke off with a cough. It was getting kind of hard to breathe, he noticed. Was that his phone ringing in the living room? He couldn't possibly answer it now. It was getting kind of hard to see, too.
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Alfred drove recklessly, probably fifity miles above the speed limit. Mattie hadn't picked up. Mattie always picked up when Alfred called him. Come to think of it, Mattie had sounded kinda off during their call. He seem almost desperate, like he needed someone to talk to. After punching the গাধা who had dunked his phone in the beer, Alfred headed out.
The lights were on. Matthew was at home. Alfred rang the doorbell, waiting impatiently for his brother to open the door. A মিনিট passed, five minutes. Mattie wasn't going to answer. Alfred took out his keys, trying four of them before he found the right one. Bursting into the house, he cried out. "MATTIE! DUDE, ARE আপনি OKAY?" No one answered. A white shape moved towards him.
"Mattie's bear. Where's Mattie? Why... are your paws... red?"
Growing steadily আরো panicked, Alfred followed the ভালুক closely, going into the kitchen. He took only a few steps before he hit something soft. "Shit, I can't see anything." He flipped on the lights, then immediately wished he hadn't.
Sprawled out on the floor, face down, was his precious Mattie, his ever-present, always patient brother. He was bleeding from his... Arms? Yes, his arms. Alfred collapsed, drawing Matthew towards his chest. "Mattie, why?" Tears were coming now.
"A-Alfred...? I thought আপনি were-" Matthew coughed shakily. "-at a party," he finished, smiling weakly up at his brother.
"I was, Mattie, but আপনি seemed like আপনি needed me." Alfred did his best to smile. Mattie was smiling. "Hey, it's going to be okay, Mattie. I'm the hero, after all. I'll get আপনি all fixed up, then-"
"Alfred... I'm going to miss you." No. No. Mattie. His precious Mattie. This couldn't be happening. Matthew coughed once again.
"I-I'll miss আপনি too, Mattie. Always. I প্রণয় you." Alfred struggled to keep from falling to pieces.
Matthew smiled up at his brother, paler than he had ever been.
"Thank you."