Hello! This is...My first horror fanfic so...yea. I would really appreciate some helpful reviews, I've been working on my writing but I'm not sure if I've really improved any...Anyways, Matthew goes into a coma and it's up to the Allies and Axis powers (Including Spain, Romano, and Prussia) to save him. Can they save him in time? Or will dear Canada/Matthew be lost forever? Find out!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.


Chapter 1

It was dark and cold...It was way too quiet and very unnerving...

Matthew felt as if he weighted absolutely nothing, as if he were a paper bag in the wind. It felt...nice actually. He took a step forward and there was no sound and he felt nothing under his foot but knew somehow he wouldn't fall or anything. He continued walking, or floating, forward and looked at the darkness around him. Suddenly, his foot went down further, as if he had tripped and he started falling into a head dive. He tried to maybe grab onto something, to stop himself from falling. He continued falling, faster and faster, until he suddenly slowed down and felt extremely heavy. He looked around but everything looked exactly the same. He was finding it hard to breathe and could barely move. He tried calling out but to no avail. Matthew thrashed around and began to become more panicked by the minute. Matthew continued trying to call out and reaching out for something, anything. He felt the sting of his tears and saw tiny bubbles floating away from him, presumably his tears. He can't die like this, he can't.

Matthew gasped and jolted up, panting and covered in sweat. He was alive? And...in his bedroom...Was it all a bad dream then? He sighed and wiped his forehead, looking around. Everything was normal and stood exactly as it was left. Matthew placed his head in his hands and took a few shaky, deep breaths. "It was just a bad dream...Just a bad dream..." he repeated to himself over and over again.

Matthew had been having these bad dreams for a little while now. They seemed so real sometimes. They were really weird, sort of simple dreams like the one he just had or they were more...What's the word, in depth? There was more to it. Matthew sighed and sipped his hot tea. He picked at his pancakes, not really in the mood to eat. He stood up and grabbed his plate, regretfully dumping the pancakes into the trash. He finished his tea and wash his dishes. afterwards he proceeded to shower, clean around the house and wait until the meeting would start. While he waited, Matthew would normally sit and watch some t.v but he didn't even feel in the mod to do that. He was tired, to be honest. Since the bad dreams started, he hadn't really been getting a good nights sleep. All he wanted to do was curl up and go back to sleep but he knew that he couldn't. He'd just have another bad dream and he has the meeting he has to go to, even though no one there seems to notice him. Matthew went upstairs and made sure he wasn't forgetting any paperwork or anything. He never really got a chance to speak so he didn't see the point in bringing the paperwork but the one day he doesn't bring it will be the day they notice him. He sat on his bed and looked into the mirror on his vanity. Lonely violet eyes stared back at him. If only someone had noticed him. Anyone, even Russia, even though he was terrified of him. Matthew watched his reflection, looking over his tiny, puny, weak little frame. He blinked. He was smiling? He didn't remember smiling. was he smiling right now? Why would he be smiling about being forgotten? He rubbed his eyes and looked at the mirror again. No, he wasn't smiling. His eyes were playing tricks on him. He sighed and flopped onto his back on the bed. He really did need some more sleep. Maybe he could take a small nap before he left. He could really use it and he didn't have to leave for another hour or so. Just a small power nap, nothing more, nothing less. Matthew sat up and laid his head down on his soft pillow. As soon as his head hit the pillow, he could feel his eyes drooping. He curled up and sighed again, closing his eyes. He silently wished that this time, when he was no longer conscious, his dreams would be a little more pleasant.


And that is the first chapter. Please, Leave a review and tell me what you think and if i should continue with writing this. Again, I'm sorry if its not that good, I'm not very good at writing but I am working on it.

-Kayden