So! I am not a Japanese man who has a history fetish, therefor am not Hidekaz Himaruya, and do not own Hetalia.
I've seen a LOT of writing with Canada, or Matthew, being suicidal, and so in light of that wanted to take a different route and give him a complex instead. Both are ways of dealing w/ neglect so, Enjoy!~
Things in the front are clear and things in the back are fuzzy.
That's how it's suppose to be, the world has always looked like that. The world has always been like that. The things that are far away always look fuzzy. The people or the writing or even the sounds were fuzzy when far away.
It's a law of nature, the same way magnets repel one way, and attract another. A natural balance.
Matthew was the younger twin of he and his brother, Alfred. They were identical when they were young, and so they were identically favored, right?
No, the twins were a set of the same side magnet, so naturally, they repelled. One was fuzzy.
He knew from a young age he was the fuzzy one. People didn't see him very well, almost like they had to squint because he was far away, but they never did because that would be rude so they didn't look. Yes he was the fuzzy one and his brother was clear. Every detail of him could be seen, every golden blonde lock of hair that fell over onto his face could be seen, every word he said was loud, everything about him was clear.
Birthdays came and the clearer twin was upfront and the fuzzy twin was in the back.
Holidays came and the clearer twin was upfront and the fuzzy twin was in the back.
Days, months, years passed and the clearer twin stayed upfront and the fuzzy twin stayed in the back.
Sometimes the younger twin would would sit alone and think,
"Why? Why was I made to be the fuzzy one? Why must I be fuzzy?"
And the younger twin thought about this, and he thought, and he thought until he knew the answer.
"I must be fuzzy so others can be clear," he thought. "If everyone was clear it would be too difficult to see and your mind would hurt. I must be fuzzy for this reason."
Now that he knew why he was fuzzy, he was happy. He was happy to be fuzzy if it meant the others could continue to be clear.
This is what he taught himself.
One day the boy told his father of the fuzzy world and his father told him that he could cure it.
But he did not want to cure the fuzzy world.
It made sense.
Later his father returned to him with two glass boxes and told him that if he saw through the boxes he'd be cured.
But the glass boxes did not cure him, things very far were still fuzzy, all it did was push the fuzzy away.
The glass boxes made so many things clear.
Things that were suppose to be fuzzy were clear now and this upset him. It hurt his head to look at.
He told his father this, but he laughed at him and said they were suppose to make the fuzzy go away.
He told him seeing fuzzy was bad.
But if he was still fuzzy, what did that make him if being fuzzy was bad?