So I was on my way home from a competition, I had two hours to kill, a laptop and I got this idea. Yes I do realize that I have many other fanfictions to complete but this NEEDED to be written.

DaMikuOfAz: please don't kill me for this

Also, PruCan fangirls, don't hurt me too much please! I really have no pairing except for USUK planned for this and Gilbert... well you'll find out his relationship with Matthew soon enough if you keep reading.

Warnings: Character death, AU (in other words they are highschool teens not countries), and some (alot) of sadness. I have some Alfred caused pranks and possible hilarity planned for later chapters for those who can't take depressing stuff for too long. *raises hand*

Now onward!

Remember Me

Summary: Matthew Williams, tired of living in his twin brother's shadow, decides to end his own life in a last desperate attempt to get somebody to listen. Alfred, unable to cope with the loss of his brother, finds himself sitting in offices more and more often for his unruly behavior. How far is Alfred willing to go to make sure his brother is remembered?

Chapter One: Matthew's letter

Matthew jerked his head up from where it lay on the desk as the loud ringing of the school bell assaulted his ears. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, swiping his blond hair out of his blue eyes. Pulling his backpack onto his shoulder and straitening his maple leaf sweatshirt he ambled out of the classroom to find his brother.

He had gotten no sleep the night before, due to the fact that his dad and his stepmom had been fighting again. Alfred, of course, had slept like a rock the whole time. Matthew figured he was used to it.

Matthew and Alfred had been separated at birth, due to the fact that their parents were not married and in order to prevent a large-scale custody battle Matthew ended up with his mother in Canada, Alfred spending his days growing up in New York City. They never met, never even knew of the others existence, until recently, when Matthew's mother died in a freak car accident and he was sent to live with his father and his family in America.

Matthew had only spent one year in the Jones' household, but he knew that things were tense. Alfred was the schools star athlete, exceling at every sport he played. Everyone expected their star quarterback to get a football scholarship and move on into college football. Matthew had overheard some of the shouting matches that had gone on between Alfred and his father, and none were pretty. His father wanted Alfred to do what everyone else seemed to want, spend his life being an athlete. Alfred, however, wanted to be a hero and join the military. His father would have none of it, claiming that fighting for the safety and freedom of America was pointless and not a worthwhile career choice for his son. Matthew disagreed, and personally thought his rich, arrogant father needed to get his head screwed on straight and think about who exactly was keeping him and his nation safe. Every time he tried to voice his opinion however he was ignored like usual.

Alfred tried to include his new brother at first, but soon stated pushing him away. He and his friends stopped including him in conversations, calling him "weird Canadian", or more often just flat out ignoring him. It made him feel like he was wearing Harry Potter's Cloak of Invisibility.

Alfred just went along with it, laughing with his friends, not willing to risk his popularity even to stand up for his shy, soft-spoken brother. At home, Alfred usually ignored him, or when they did talk, if you could even call it that, Alfred would go on about himself while Matthew pretended to listen.

Well he was sick of it, and he shouldn't have to live like this. No one ever noticed him.

They still wouldn't notice him if he was gone.

Matthew came around the corner that would take him to the place where he usually met Alfred, if he didn't forget, and instead of his brother, was staring at a large mob of girls.

"Hey, moose-lover!"

A male voice belonging to Gilbert Beilshmidt rose over the din, the girls parting revealing some of the schools resident jocks and hotties. Francis Bonnefoy,

a tall blond from France, smirked in his direction before pulling his girlfriend of the day down onto his lap. Antonio, an oblivious Spaniard, shot him a mischievous grin and threw his arm around the shoulder of his angry Italian boyfriend Lovino Vargas. Matthew looked around desperately, unsure of what was going on. He met the eyes of his brother. He was smiling kindly, but it didn't reach his sky blue eyes. Matthew felt his heart rate speeding up. What were they planning to do to him?

"You like syrup right?"

Matthew looked up at the tall German, excuse me, PRUSSIAN with a look of bewilderment on his face.

"Eh?"

"Eh? Awww how cute, NOT!" Gilbert grinned, his blood colored eyes glittering. He grabbed the shorter teen and proceeded to drag him over to the trashcan.

"Let go of me!" Matthew began to struggle but resistance was futile. They were nearing the can when Matthew finally locked eyes with his brother, "Alfred help me!"

For a moment Alfred looked conflicted, but his face cleared, an expression on his face similar to one a smart kid would wear if they were stuck in remedial classes. In a word, bored.

Matthew saw that getting through to his brother was going to be impossible and stopped struggling, closing his eyes as he was heaved upward and dumped headfirst into a trashcan filled with empty bottles of Aunt Jamima syrup.

At least it wasn't real maple syrup, " he thought before something sticky and warm hit his face.

Great, now they were going to drown him in syrup.

Having enough he tried to stand, however he ended up tipping the trashcan over and sprawling over the floor. Those present laughed, even Alfred. Anything to keep his reputation with the popular crowds, thought Matthew.

He stood up clumsily before, blinking back tears, ran out front doors and towards home.

He opened the door sadly, his dad wasn't home yet and his stepmom was at the grocery store if the note on the fridge was correct. She was probably out drinking with her newest boyfriend that Alfred and Matthew pretended to know nothing about, lest their father discover what his wife was up to. Alfred was at a friend's house and wouldn't be home until after Homecoming Dance, which was being held that night.

It was then that Matthew made his final decision on the matter. He wasn't going to live anymore.

He slumped up to his room, jumping into the shower to wash the syrup and grime out of his hair, thinking about what he was about to do and stalling for time to collect his nerves

He turned off the water, put on clean clothes and sat on his bed, holding a notebook close to him, pen poised on the paper.

And he began to write.

I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being ignored, sick of living in the shadow of a brother who doesn't even care that I exist. I'm sick of living in a dysfunctional house where I'm just a burden. I never wanted to be a burden.

Things would be better if I were dead. I've been living in depression for too damn long. This has to end, and I don't know how to put a stop to it any other way. My mother's gone and my biological father who never wanted me…. Still doesn't want me.

I give up. I don't want to be alive anymore. I'm friendless, no one is going to miss me. I just hope that when I'm gone, maybe people will start listening.

All I want, is someone to remember me…

-Matthew Williams

Matthew stared blankly at the page, then pulled up the sleeve of his jacket, revealing red, angry puckered scars. He wasn't sure when the cutting started, only that it was after he left Canada. He stared at them for a moment, remembering., debating on throwing the note away and cutting himself till his brother came home. Maybe he would apologize for not helping him out earlier.

And pig would fly and there would be world peace!

Yeah… right..

He stood, left the note on his bed, and went downstairs to his father's gun cabinet. His father had taught them all how to shoot, saying that no son of his was going to live their lives not knowing how to defend himself. He picked the closest handheld gun before he could lose his nerve and carried it upstairs. He left the cabinet door open, because it wouldn't matter anyways.

He sat down in his bed, taking deep calming breaths. This is what he wanted.

This was the best choice.

With that final thought he lifted the gun to his head, clicking it off safety.

ONE

TWO

THREE

He pulled the trigger.

*Cries*

I'M SO SORRY MATTHEW!

Anyways R&R? Please don't flame, constructive criticism please!