Okay, well this is my attempt at a fanfiction for several of the pairings I like, so yah. Please read and enjoy.

Warning: this is not a one shot; though not yet really, later on shonen-ai, don't like, don't read, don't flame.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, I wish I did though, Greece x Japan and Prussia x Canada would SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO be canon…

Oh yah… its AU.

"Not really…" the boy muttered brushing his hair out of his eyes.

He had no blush on his face, no fidgety nervous movements, but nothing excessively outgoing about him in the light heat. He was quiet, that was one the few defining factors about him, but more and more people were being quiet now-a-days, and so it was normal. He wasn't interested in much, why should he be? There were few things he wanted to talk about, few people he actually wanted to talk to.

"Why won't you just say yes?" the man in front of the boy asked. He looked down at his feet, embarrassed once again, though nobody would've noticed, everybody would've just thought he was being his normal spacey, quiet self. "No, that's all you need to know," the boy said quietly, darkly, glaring at the male.

The man nodded slowly, a sadness in his eyes that almost made the boy say yea in hope of stopping the pain but just started at his feet as his questioner walked away. And then he stopped, and whispered, "Why? Is it… is it because you aren't, aren't…"

"No… that has nothing to with it, because, well, I am. Sadiq, I… it's complicated," the boy replied.

And Sadiq left, leaving the boy to fall to his knees and gasped, in everything but tears. "Sadiq," he whispered, "I loved you, but you never loved me, I got over you. You're, you're like my brother now, please don't make this more complicated than it has to be."

And the tears began to fall.

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He was pretty much invisible to the world, nobody ever noticed him, and he was fine with that, He didn't like being the center of attention, but he didn't like being invisible either. He was always mistaken for-

"Hey Alfred, wait up!"

-his brother.

"Ummm… sorry, I'm not Alfred; that's my brother," he said quietly, shyly, staring at his feet, blushing, nervous, embarrassed.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't realize… so, who are you then?" he was asked.

"Me?" he mumbled," "I'm Matthew, Alfred's twin brother." The man nodded to Matthew, though he still looked confused.

Waving, the man left and hissed to himself, "Since when has Alfred had a brother, let alone a twin brother?" Matthew sighed, somewhat exasperated with the man, probably a friend of Alfred's.

"Why? Why am I so invisible, why does nobody ever notice me?" Matthew asked nobody before slinking off to some corner where he could sulk, in plain sight, and still nobody would ever even notice him.

And the tears began to fall.

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Nobody ever understood how much it hurt him, to see the one he loved in the arms of someone else. He bit his thumb, head between his knees, wedged between the couch and the wall, facing the corner. "You wouldn't understand, I mean, you're not…" he mumbled. "Mon Dieu, ça fait si mal!"

"You know I don't speak French, so just don't, please!" a man in the room begged him. "Francis, this is just too unawesome for you! You're my friend because you're awesome, and it would be totally unawesome to see my totally awesome self get proved wrong!"

Francis bit his lip and looked at the wall through half lidded eyes. "I understand, my friend, I am sorry for reverting to my original tongue, it was an accident," Francis murmured, zoning out in staring at corner, which seemed like the most interesting thing in the world right now. Francis was normally known for his boldness, his lack of caring of what other people thought of him, and that he molested everyone… no, practically everyone, he never molested him.

"Francis, please come out from back there, you've reduced me to begging, that is so unawesome, just, please Francis, come out."

And Francis came out, afraid of what his friend would do to him if he saw him in this state, nearly in tears. "Gilbert, I-" and Gilbert hugged him.

And the tears began to fall.

Okay… so how did you like it? I knew that Prussia has an affinity for cute things and figured that if his best friend was upset then… well, I don't know… anyways, and the whole thing about Prussia not just getting France out from behind the couch was that if France was determined AND upset… then… you'd be surprised at what he can do. And the main pairing is actually PruCan… even though it started from Greece's point of view… am I the only person that thinks that Greece and Canada would/should be friends?

Mon Dieu, ça fait si mal - My god, it hurts so much

R-n-R

~Melinda Penn