Hello my name is Canada or Mathew Williams, and i just found out that im hopelessly doomed.
Why you may ask? well there are a few reasons, First off; im in love with someone. Now before you go aw, you should know that i am completely invisable to him. He'll never notice me in other words, and if he ever does he thinks im my older brother. It's alway been like this, ever since i was just a little kid!
Anyway i really like him, he makes my heart race and makes me feel light headed. From the first day we met i could tell i liked him, and even hoped he'd know who i was but....of course no one really does. Reguardless of this fact no matter how true it was I still tried anything to get him to notice me.I tried talking to him but he just thought i was America like everyone else does. Each failure made me more and more frustrated, it hurt to be forgotten, espically by him.
I started telling myself, If he does't awknoledge me this time then i'll just give...So i waited for him outside the shop he goes in everyday. It's a cigar shop but i don't mind if he smokes, then he stepped out and I quickly stood up to greet him.
"C-Cuba-san!"
He must've been pretty shocked because his cigar fell right out of his mouth and onto the ground. Then he glared at me "God damn it America! Why do you keep following me!?"
Again...he still doesn't see me as me...i was so sick of being called America. I couldn't help myself, i started crying. The tears fell quickly and without permission, rolling down my cheeks and onto the pavement.
"H-Hey, I didn't even hit you..." He stuttered confused.
"Please...Please notice me Cuba-san..." my voice was so shakey, I regreted speaking at all.
"What'ya talkin' about America," Thats when I just couldn't take it any more.
"My name is CA-NA-DA!!" I shouted which is aomething i rarely did.
"W-What...?" He looked completely dumbstruck, like he'd never heard of me, which is probably true.
"My name is Canada...I'm America's brother..." I was calming down a bit "I'm sorry for bothering you ..." I was turning to leave but I was stopped by a large hand on my shoulder. Suddenly i was wrapped in a warm hug, it was such a nice feeling being held by someone bigger but gentle...it was definately nice.
"I'm sorry...you just...and I....I'm real sorry..." He was being sincere, I could tell.
I smiled at him sweetly, "It's okay, just don't forget me"
From that day on Cuba and I had become fast friends, apparently we both like ice cream and violent sports. He still thought i was America every now and then, but i would quickly remind him who i was. Deep down I still had a crush on him, but I would wait, I wouldn't tell him till he said it first!