I'm… forgettable?
The first time somebody said that to me, I was shocked. Stunned.
Hurt.
But now, it's nothing. I'm glad, in a way, that I'm mistaken for America, because it makes things… better… for him.
He doesn't have to hear the things I hear, what all the other nations think of him and his carefree attitude. Because while they may act hostile towards him, it's nothing compared to how nasty they can get when they think it's just me.
I've asked him to stop before- to change his attitude, his habits- so he won't ever have to find out. (He just laughed and shrugged it off.) I've tried to declare my independence, make myself unique, just so he would see why I want him to change. (He stamped a flag onto my forehead.)
I've done so many things, but nothing seems to make my brother aware of how much the other countries really, truly hate him. So for now I'm just going to sit back, take the beatings, and call myself America.
Because hey, who remembers Canada?
---AvinxMile---
A/N: I'm really into Axis Powers Hetalia now.