The sweater that I pull over my head is now much too big. I used to be fine, happy. I used to feel like everything was okay. Sure, sometimes it hurts to be forgotten, but I was okay. At least, I thought I was. I never realized how broken I was until...

Until...

Okay. So I lost Quebec, and ever since, I suppose I've become more aware of just how ignorant the other nations have been. I mean... I'm a nation too, yet they just ignore me. They forget me.

So, being me, Quebec-less, forgotten, and oh so sad, I've decided that I am going to make a change for the better. I'm going to make them remember...

Not by murdering everyone they love like Kumokoko thought, but by making myself a star. That's right. An insecure, soft spoken Canadian like me. A star. How, you ask?

I'm going to be an awesome hero, just like my brother.

Step 1: Get Prussia's Help.

Sure, I could probably do it myself, but I need someone to help guide me on my path to stardom.

I text Prussia. Surprisingly, he responds just three minutes later.

Hey

I need your help

Wazzup?

I want to be a hero.

U can't be srs.

I am!

Come visit me then.

Why?

I wanna help you be an awesome hero!

Ty!

np

On my way

Can't wait to see u

As it is very cold outside, I had to dig out my moccasins and my old winter coat. The train to Prussia's house leaves in half an hour, so I have to hurry. I run quickly to the station. I'm able to hop on right before the train leaves. The train is relatively empty so I grab a window seat and stare out across the horizon.

The ride takes a total of 6 hours, an incredible time for the distance traveled. I run out of the station, still dazed from the journey. His place isn't too far off, so I take a bus to his neighborhood, carrying my few items on my lap.

When I finally arrive, the local time is 9pm. I walk up to the front door. Just as I'm about to knock, I notice a note on the door.

Come In.

~Prussia

I turn the doorknob, and the sight before me is like none other. I remove my boots and jacket and see Prussia happily slaving away at the final touches on his lovely German chocolate cake.

I step forwards and Prussia turns around.

"Hey, dude!" he says.

"Hey! T-thanks for helping me out!" I say shyly, yet excitedly.

"Hahah, don't be shy. Come here! I made this just for you." he motions his hand towards the delicious looking cake. I look at him.

"Woah, thanks!" He brings the cake to the table, and we end up finishing the entire thing.

"So full.." I grumble. I glace at the clock. It's 11pm.

"I'm going to bed..." I say, migrating my way to the couch.

"No need for that Mattie, my place is huge! I have a room prepared just for you. Follow me!"

I follow him to his elevator (yeah, an elevator!) and we go up to the third floor. As we exit, I see a set of double doors. He opens them, and inside is a king sized bed with a Canadian Flag Duvet.

My eyes widen.

"All this... for me?" I say dumbfoundedly.

"Don't forget about the en-suite!"

I walk in and see a bathroom with a huge shower and sink. Back inside the room is a computer set upon a huge desk.

"Surprise!" He says.

"An awesome office just for you! When you texted me I realized that you were really serious, so I did everything I could to help!" he announces confidently.

"Woah.." I sigh in appreciation.

"I'll go now. I got you everything you might need, like a toothbrush, a hair comb, shampoo,

ex-se-te-ra. Night, Mattie!" he says finally, closing my door and stepping into the elevator. I turn around and see my new bed, the Canadian maple leaf brightened by the gentle moonlight.

"Morning, Mattie!" he exclaimed in the early hours of morning. "How'd you sleep?

I felt refreshed by the comfortable mattress, carrying by tired body through the night.

"It was wonderful..." I yawn, stretching my arms above my head.

"That's good." he smiles. I stare at the stack of pancakes on the kitchen table.

"Woah."

"Awesome, right? Your 'Canadian spirit' inspired me." he announces proudly.

I stare in awe.

"T-thank you so much! They're my favorite!"

I sit down at the table across from Prussia, and he throws a pile of pancakes on my plate. I take out my bottle of maple syrup from my pocket and dump it on the stack relentlessly.

I grab my eating utensils and savouringly begin eating the fluffy pancakes.