A/N: I think I died a little writing this. Canada's not emo just depressed okay? Je t'aime Canada, but I wanted to try wititng some thing emotional. This is also on deviantArt except its called Unnoticed Lonliness. R&R!
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia, it would be WAAAAYYY less awesome
It's a fact of the world. The grass is green, the sun is yellow, and I'm invisible.
I'm invisible. I have no friends. I guess you could call Kuma-what's-his-face a friend but even he forgets me. I'm just a waste of space. No one would even notice if I disappeared. Not even Alfred, my older brother. Not Papa, not Arthur. Nobody. No one at all. I try to get their attention but they only pay attention to Alfred. Yes, because he's the important one, he's the hero. I try and I try but they only have eyes for my brother. Arthur only has eyes for my brother. Even if he's the one who left him, the one who broke him. I'm the one who stayed, the one who put him back together, the one who fixed him. But no, he still pines after Alfred. I'm the one who's loyal. I'm the one who cares. But nobody knows that. No one ever will, probably.
I'm not as weak as the other countries think. I won the battle of Vimy Ridge, when Arthur's and Papa's men failed. My men won. I won. I made Germany surrender. But apparently, I'm not strong enough to be noticed.
No one cares. Italy loves pasta and I'm invisible. It's expected of me just like it's expected of Italy. No one will cry over me. I'm not worth any tears. I'm not worth anything at all. Yet I cry anyways. I cry and no one notices. No one ever does. I cry myself to sleep. I'm sick of crying and trying to make people notice me. I put on a smile for them but on the inside, I'm probably dying. The world would probably be better off without me.
I'm so lonely it's pathetic. You'd think I'd be used to it but I'm not. It hurts when no one hears me, notices me, loves me. It hurts less when I'm mistaken for him but it still hurts. I'm just lonely, invisible, unloved Canada. No one ever loved me. Papa abandoned me, Arthur took me in but I know he never loved me. He only cared for Alfred and I was just more land to control. My life is just full of loneliness. I have no friends because no one notices me. Too bad I can't die. Not really anyways. Maybe one day I'll be noticed. Wait, there's a better chance that Italy would give up pasta for life than someone becoming my friend. I'll just continue my lonely life. I'll never be noticed. It's just another fact of life. I am invisible. Therefore, I am lonely.