Hello~! I'm Nicole. Feel free to call me Nikki, Nikkichu, or CC. This is my first hetalia fanfiction. I hven't written in a while, so I'm a bit rusty. Feel free to point out grammar/spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, Prussia and Canada would be dating (along with America and Iggy, or America and Russia *v*), and Sealand would probably be falling off a cliff.

I WOULD LOVE THAT. But, yeah, it's not mine. ono

Songs of this chapter:

Mumford and Sons: The Cave & SafetySuit: Gone Away

Ahah~

Please enjoy!

Prologue

October 27, 2011

Violet eyes wander lazily over the lens of the video camera. The small, red button on the device is pushed by shaking, pale hands as the boy who sits in front of it breathes a sigh. He doesn't want to do this. He really doesn't want to do this, but he does it. He isn't sure why; Maybe it's because he knows that he'll see it, or maybe it's because he knows that everyone will see it, and realize the truth. He can only hope though, as he gently stirs his maple syrup-invaded hot chocolate and begins to speak, slow, liquid words.

"I suppose I should explain," He begins softly, smiling weakly at the blinking light of his camera. "I suppose I should tell you that I was and am just different, weird, an outcast, a nothing. That is what got this started, isn't it? My stupid mouth going off about things that seemed to be relatable to everyone like me; people who felt as though...they just didn't - no, couldn't- fit in. People must have found my...documentory of sorts...very, like I said, relatable."

He sighs, taking a small sip of his warm drink. The blonde reaches over to his small polar bear cub (which has been padding around since the recording began) and sets the creature on his lap, needing to keep his hands busy as he scratchs his pet's head.

"Well, let me tell you; it's true. There are people in the world, who feel invisible, who feel empty, like they don't exist. I was and am one of those people...you could say...you could say it comes in streaks..." He laughs a very fake, very weak, laugh. "Some people never seemto fit in correctly. Some, and I have actually known one-" He gives a look to the camera that few can understand, "-who end up...disappearing, if you will. Who, one day, decide that they have had enough and...they...they..." A glazed look takes over his eyes as memories begin to swirl, but soon, he shakes his head and looks at the camera wearily. "I think you get it. But, well, that's not what I was planning to do, you see. I wanted people to...notice. So I decided...that I would leave the place where I was so...unoticed.

"My...my name. It's Matthew. Not Marcus, not Mathias, not Martin. Mathew. M-A-T-T-H-E-W. Last name: Williams, not Jones, Williams. Despite common belief, I grew up in Canada, not Ohio, like everyone was tricked into believing...in my second life..."

He takes a deep breath, lips twisting up into a slightly bitter smile. He doesn't know where the story begins, because he can't remember when he realized that he was translucent, just a body that got slightly in the way. He doesn't know, so, he just starts on that day.

"It was August 2, 2010, the day I decided to leave town..."

Matthew knows this is going to be a long story. His lips are already chapped, dry, and he hasn't even begun.

-but it needs to be said. It may be the only thing that will make things right.

Fixed the fact that I spelled Matthew wrong faskjfl;;;
Also fixed the descript. =v=b