Hello folks, I am back as Hetalia-Panda-123. Sorry I have been taking such a long break, I have been working on a joint account between me and one of my friends (Cicipizza) I will write more during the summer, school and finals~, so please bear with me!

This will be a human PruCan story with implied FrUk and SpaMano. If ya don't like FrUk, I won't write much in this so it will mainly be PruCan.

Hope you enjoy this and it will be started now and will end by the end of the summer! Please R&R, keeps me going~!

Canada POV until further notice.

I wish I was normal. I mean I am normal but, it's like people can't see me. Mama and Papa acknowledge me whenever my grades come in and are not above a C, meanwhile if my brother gets a C, it's a miracle…

I always wanted to be seen, although my parents never… notice me either way. I nearly gave up on life, I almost just… I am ashamed to say but, kill myself… I didn't only because of a certain albino kid that sits in the back of my class. He seemed to notice me, he gave me hope! Only until he took it away, ripping it from my hands… Although he gave it back to me, worn and tattered it was, it was mended… by something called love.

I had just moved from Canada, Quebec City to be exact. I had lived with my mother, Elizabeth Williams, for the majority of my life. (With only being 16, it was a longish time.) I had lived with her because my parents, still being married, lived in different households and had one of us two kids. Papa had Alfred, who still used a different last name then my mother (Jones), and wanted to only have him. Papa only wanted the loud kid, the bad kid, the noticed kid. Meanwhile mama was stuck with me; the good kid, the quiet kid, the invisible kid. She was like me although whenever she got drunk…

I don't want to talk about it.

Papa, from what I heard from Alfred via email, was nice to him and helped him with high school football. Papa apparently gave him whatever he wanted, only when he did something good but Papa never came back home drunk before, or Alfred never noticed. Alfred couldn't wait to see me; he could wait to protect me… from what he said…

To explain simply, Mama came home drunk while I was on video chat with Alfred and beat me, as Alfred watched, yelling at mom to stop… She stopped after a little while but left me with a few bruises and a black eye. After explaining to Alfred it was normal, he did everything in his power to try to get me to live with him. Unfortunately, Mama wanted to come too. Alfred promised he would protect me from Mama, but I loved Mama… I didn't want him to take me away from her in the first place… But whatever is done is done. I suppose you cannot change the past after all…

The first day at my school was not that bad with Alfred there; although it sucked when Alfred was there. People constantly thought I was him and not me! Gratefully we had different classes and homerooms. I, with my dumb luck, ran into my homeroom late, not that anyone would notice being invisible and all. I said my apologizes, of being late, to the teacher although she didn't hear me, so I sighed and brushed a bit of my blond hair from my line of vision.

I went to the back of the class and plopped my bags down to a desk, a row away from a boy with blood red eyes. Where those contacts or his real eyes?! I banished the thought of him looking at me from underneath his red hoodie and went to drawing my Mama in my drawing folder.

"That's pretty gut, Birdie." The red eyed boy said, looking over at my drawing, "Do you take the art class here?"

I shivered and looked at the boy with frightened violet eyes, "N-no, I wasn't p-planning to!" I said startled, and worried that he was going to bully me.

"I'm Gilbert," the boy said, holding out a pale hand, "Who're you Birdie?"

I observed the boy, who called himself Gilbert and saw that he had silver hair with his unnaturally pale skin and blood red eyes. I held out my hand and shook his lightly, "I'm Matthew, Matthew Williams."

The, as I would call him, albino gave me a wide grin and exposed one sharp tooth. Was he a vampire or something undead?! He, in addition, gave me a hard hand shake, making my arm feel like jelly. "Kesese, you must be that little cousin of Francis right?"

I faintly smiled at my older cousin's name, remembering he was somewhat the cause for my misery at the present time, but I loved him anyway. Although right now I am more interested in this albino I had just met… and what is this warm, tingly, feeling inside anyway?