This is another story that I wrote awhile ago. I wrote this when I went through a state of depression. I never actually cut, I was simply depressed. This story (and many others) were an outlet for my depressing urges. Canada's really OOC, so please don't hate too much.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Chapter one: The Attempt

Mathew Williams was subject to depression, to say it bluntly. He was invisible to nearly everyone, and when they did see him, they mistook him for Alfred, his obnoxious, loud, and cocky brother. Sure, they did look a lot alike, but there was some obvious differences. For one, Mathew had longer hair, which was a slightly lighter blond than his brothers, nearly purple eyes (while Alfred had bright blue ones), a smaller build, and last of all, he was way more quiet and timid. He just didn't understand how people confused them. Even his own parents forgot about him sometimes.

Mathew was also bullied at school. Mostly because he was smart, and according to the "popular kids", being smart meant that you were a lousy nerd, and nerds were uncool.

Alfred's and Mathew's mother had died when they were very young, and they were adopted by Arthur and Francis. Alfred called them Dad and Papa, but Mathew didn't. For one, they barely even noticed him. And they never really treated him like a son. Sure, they were nice, but spent more time with Alfred, his younger brother.

These reasons were what lead to the cutting. It was two years ago, when it had all started. Mathew had been going into 8th grade, and his parents had forgotten all about his birthday. It was on July 1st that Mathew Williams cut himself for the first time.

[Mathew's POV]

I looked down at my bleeding arm for seconds, taking in the red liquid that streamed down his body. It was quite beautiful. I smiled sadly, and started to treat it. I put disinfectant on it, and then wrapped it. This one was at least 2 inches long, and about 1/2 an inch deep. " Dinners ready!" Francis called downstairs.

I picked up the first-aid kit and sighed. No one had remembered this year either. Before walking downstairs, I put on a long sleeve shirt, and checked that my scars didn't show in my mirror. Satisfied, I made my way downstairs.

What met me there was three people that were obviously a happy family. The sight made my stomachs feel sick. " Ah, Mathew, we were just discussing how well Alfred did on his finals. 3 D's, 2 C's, 1 B, and even an A!"

Sighing at this statement, I checked what they were having. Hamburgers, of course. Those were Alfred's favorite. My gloomy expression seemed to not even be acknowledged by my guardians. " Arthur, Francis, I think that I'll eat in my room." They seem taken aback at that statement, obviously under the impression that I wasn happy for my brothers accomplishment. I was, it's just that even though I had gotten straight A's all through the year, they hadn't even said "Good job!" once.

Once Francis and Arthur let me eat in my room, I contemplated yet again if I should kill myself. It wasn't a bad idea, seeing as no one cared about me. I looked at my room, which was a total mess. The was had holes in them, from the various punches that I had done to the walls out of anger. Blood was also on the walls. Almost everything was wrecked, except for the photo album that I kept. It was full of pictures with me not in them, family photos that they took without me.

Finally making up my mind, I decided to end my life. Getting up, I wrote a simple suicide note, stating why I killed myself, and what I would miss. The only thing that I would actually miss was hockey and pancakes. Oh, and Kumajirou, my stuffed polar bear.

Before I left, I said a quick goodbye to Alfred, Arthur, and Francis. Not that they noticed. Arthur and Francis were too focussed on Alfred to pay any attention to me, the birthday boy. Taking one last look at our house before I left, I started to walk towards the river.

Looking down at the rushing water, I thought about the world, and how cruel it was. I thought about how I didn't matter to anyone. Then I jumped, not even noticing the silver-haired albino that had been watched me the whole time.