Matthew sat at the world conference table he was uneasy, he listened to every sentence and was taking precise notes. Eventually the words drained away and he was left in his own void. Other nations had started to whisper
"What is with the empty chair" no one knew why and no one cared. The conference seemed to drag on with no end. It went as normal with every nation disagreeing and making a fuss over what to do. Matthew sat there in his chair unmoving, silent.
He watched as Alfred got up and started to yell, Matthew watched him with a deep envious glare he envied how people loved and knew him he envied his spirit. Which made him hate him even more.
Then it was over every nation had already left. Matthew didn't want to move because he knew once he left this room he would only be referred to as America that's all they ever knew him as. The nation who always spoke his opinion and was as loudmouthed as ever.
He got up and left the conference room and quicken his pace as he walked. Just the word America made him want to breakdown. He wanted to be recognized for him. But just as he was nearing his hotel room a sudden loud voice caught him
"Yo! I didn't know I had a twin!" He didn't want to turn around. He already knew what face would be looking back at him with such life it could almost smother him. Matthew began to speak emphasizing every word hoping Alfred would get the jist and go away.
"What do you want America?"
America responded with such ignorant cheer Matthew wanted to strangle him
"Oh! It's you Canada I thought they cloned me and accidentally let my clone walk around! Ha ha!" America began to laugh Matthew couldn't take it anymore he marched into his room and slammed the door along with locking it and followed by him collapsing.
After lying there in a puddle of hate for himself and others he got up still heavily emotionally unstable he walked over to his bag and opened the small side pocket and revealed sharp razors. He toke them and slid his sleeve up to expose his wrist and slashed it crimson red fell from it like a single tear from a sad child's face.