Author's Note: These are short little stories, just a head's up. It is a multichap story, I already have two other chapters written out.
WARNING: This is an Alternate Universe(AU) story. All nations are refered to in there human names, and this story revolves around Canada. In this AU, the characters are normal kids in elementary school, and they are not related as they are in the anime. For example, Italy is not brothers with France, only Romano. Canada and America are brothers from parents who are not named. England has not shown up yet, but he's realtaed to them, too. I do not write slash, so this will not have any USUK or anything, Canada will not be doing anything with his brother, either. They're kids, you guys.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia!
Nobody noticed the boy in the corner. His soft words went unheard, every attempt to gain even the slightest bit of attention went unnoticed. And so the boy sunk into the corner, hugging his knees into his chest in a lonely embrace. He was practically invisible. The boy watched the others in the room as they conversed, cheering for the boy's brother, praising him for his accomplishments.
The boy's brother was an athlete, and he always came out with a trophy in the end. The boy in the corner did not care for sports, he was no good at them anyway. The only sport he could play was hockey, and he had an interest in curling, but most people did not even know what that was. I did not matter anyway, his parents paid him no heed.
Next to the boy was a small stuffed bear, one with soft white fur and friendly eyes. The boy carried the stuffed polar bear everywhere he went, he could never leave the house without it.
"Where's Matthew?"
The boy shot up to his feet, polar bear dangling in hand. That was his brother speaking. His brother was the only one who ever paid any attention to him whatsoever.
"I'm right here," Matthew said aloud, but his voice hardly raised over a whisper.
His brother turned to his direction and sent his sibling a grin. Blue eyes kind, he walked over to his brother and said, "Did you see my trophy? ….What are you doing?"
"What? Oh, how long have you been there, Matthew?" That was the father.
Matthew did not even look at his father as he spoke. Instead, he focused all of his attention on his brother, the blond haired boy in the red soccer jersey, and said, "Waiting."
His brother raised an eyebrow, something that Matthew could never do. "Waiting? For what?"
Matthew's soft blue eyes were full of emotion. "For someone."
"Alfred, come here. Come take a picture with your trophy, stop bothering Matthew."
His mother's voice stole the attention away from Matthew, causing Alfred to turn away. "Okay."
With that, Matthew frowned, and slid down the wall and back into his seat in the corner. Glasses full of bitter tears, he hugged the bear plush into his chest and watched. And waited.
