Mathew Williams/Canada's POV

There has to be a way to get rid of it. Every time they look through me and not at me, I hate it. The entire situation. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. They should notice me. I'm a person just like they are. This has led to feelings of uselessness. It ties up my tongue and leaves me floundering and shuddering to draw in the breath and courage to actually speak. I grew more invisible.

To be seen, I figured out, I just need to stop myself from becoming nervous. Therefore, if I got rid of my emotions I could be just like my brother and become outspoken enough that I can be recognized, right?

I convinced myself that this conclusion was the right one, and actively pursued it. There was no need to go to nation meetings anymore, they just aggravated the problem, my feelings and made it worse. Like and illness. So I stopped going to them and my symptoms of my disease, emotions, faded away. Perfectly.

I also stopped responding to the emails, messages, and letters that were sent to me, they just made hope blossom, and that was one flower that I needed to kill along with the pests. This garden needed to be obliterated before I planted anything else and would be able to pick the fruits of my labour, an absent of any happiness or anything else, but I would have recognition, and that was what I wanted.

I used the money I'd set aside. Being a nation representative apparently pays a lot considering how much I have put into the bank. I guess they just want to keep us nice and happy and in that way keep the population as a whole happy with them.

I shut myself off and refused to leave my house, distractions like the outside I used to love so much only took time away from my work, my beautiful masterpiece that I had been trying to create.

Some people are just so meddlesome though, that's what I hate about my so-called family that only noticed me when it was convenient for them, and when I had ignored them like they had always ignored me. It hurts, doesn't it?

Now this was just bothersome. Arthur, or England I guess I should call him now that I don't consider him family and those emotions that are supposed to go along with familiarity like love and caring, has been particularly horrible. The majority of the letters sent to me have been from him. He was also the only one whose letters I replied back to. In mine, I had told him to stop asking questions and sending letters. He'd ignored me yet again and kept sending them.

His latest letter said that he'd be coming today, and I have no idea what to do. My invention doesn't work yet, it doesn't take away emotions. And then, pondering my dilemma at the kitchen table, I reached a spectacular realization.

Thoughts control your emotions, so to finally succeed I just need to get rid of my thoughts. Well, that is easy. I already have something for that. Someone else's invention that has been around for forever almost.

'Why didn't I think of that before?'

A bang was heard from outside the house, and when Arthur arrived later he found his former colony on the ground with a bullet hole through his brain.

Short little story to blow off some stress. Whoop whoop.