Konnichiwa. This is my first Hetalia piece. The 'song' was written by me. Why is it a song? Because I wrote it for the purpose of singing. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: If I owned Hetalia we would see Canada more. Among other things.
Whispers in the dark for those who are invisible and crying out
Walking along the streets a night
Can no-one hear my cry?
That's me there just out of sight
They all just pass me by.
Can't you hear me calling?
Those whispers in the dark.
People just give me pain
Then just let me fade away.
That's all that's left of me
Whispers in the dark.
Matthew Williams walked slowly through the snow covered streets losing himself in thought. A man slammed into him- sending him sprawling- then just carried on as though nothing had happened, unaware of the boy in the red hoodie. Matthew clambered shakily to his feet, his knees and hands grazed, his ankles and bony hips bruised. No-one stopped to help him, maybe they couldn't see him, or maybe they just didn't care.
Feel a shoulder brushing by
Don't worry that's just me
A living ghost that's what I've become
That nobody can see
Can't you hear me calling?
Those whispers in the dark.
People just give me pain
Then just let me fade away.
That's all that's left of me
Whispers in the dark.
America would later swear that as he had entered the room something had brushed past him. He would swear it had been a ghost- one of his, one of China's or Russia's or England's or even France's. In reality it hadn't been a ghost at all. Just a quiet man with a polar bear and lonely violet eyes.
I live alone day by day
Just shut up in my head
I'm drifting away from reality
All to keep away the pain
Can't you hear me calling?
Those whispers in the dark.
People just give me pain
Then just let me fade away.
That's all that's left of me
Whispers in the dark.
He lived alone in a small house in the north. Even with Kumajirou around he longed for companionship. So many times he had picked up a kitchen knife and pondered Hamlet's soliloquy; whether or not to die. But he knew he could never abandon his people.
Can't you hear me calling?
Those whispers in the dark.
People just give me pain
Then just let me fade away.
That's all that's left of me
Whispers in the dark.
He had called out so many times over the years. His tears and screams of pain and loss had gone unnoticed though by his brother, the man who had raised him and the man who had forsaken him. None of them cared for him- Matthew, the embodiment of his people, they just cared for his land and its resources. Both the First World War and the Second World War had hurt him as much as any other nation in it but no-one cared. Sometimes he wished for death- a sweet end to his immortal life, but in his heart, that raw heart of pure Canadian spirit he knew he must not. So he just hangs in the shadows. Waiting for some-one to hear him.
Fin
Please don't ninja the words to Whispers in the Dark. Ask me first seeing as I wrote them. If you want to review please do, if you don't I am indifferent. Flamers will be ignored. If you like my work I will only write for major world events: Christmas, nation's birthdays, Remembrance Day etc. Could some-one please tell me when Holocaust Memorial Day is please? I want to write for it.
Sayonara and see you again on the 11th of November.
