America walked up the steps of his brother's quaint little house. His birthday was in a few days, and he was hoping to spend a little quality time with his bro before the big day. As he knocked on the door, he let his mind wander. He hadn't seen his northern neighbor in a while, but he was just so damn quiet.

He knocked again, starting to worry. Matthew always answered his door. He opened the door and stepped inside.

It was an absolute mess. Things were strewn about the room, banners ripped to shreds, chairs tipped over, and a cake was smashed on the ground. The house itself was eerily quiet and dark except for the daylight streaming through the windows. It looked like something straight out of a horror movie that he and Japan would watch.

"M-Mattie?" he called out, maneuvering around the trashed living room to the hallway. To say he was scared was an understatement. He was fucking terrified.

He walked down the hallway, floorboards creaking under the weight. He reached the door on the right and slowly opened it.

Inside Matthew sat at a desk, back to the door. Something about him made Alfred's breath catch in his throat, but he didn't know what.

He noticed that he was writing something. Alfred watched as his brother stood up and watched the tears roll silently down his cheeks. Then he noticed the knife in his hands.

"MATTIE!" he shouted, making his brother jump. Slowly Canada turned around to face his southern neighbor, discreetly hiding the knife behind his back.

"H-hi Al, wha-what are you doing here?" he stammered.

"Mattie," he said cautiously, approaching him slowly. "what are you doing?"

He saw him pale and shift nervously.

"N-n-n nothing." he said quietly.

He held up the piece of paper on the desk with his brother's neat printing. "Then what's this?"

"Alfred put it down! Don't read it!" his cries fell on deaf ears as Alfred started to read the letter.

dear America, England, France, and whoever else cares.

I can't take it any more. I've been forgotten and shoved to the background for too long. Nobody remembers me, not even you three.

England, you were far more concerned about America when we were your colonies. That didn't change, even though he left you. I was there to help you out but you always thought I was America. And yet I stayed. I don't know why, I guess it was because I cared about you. Even now, you never see me. It was only America. I still wonder if you even cared from the start.

France, you were my first father, you discovered me, made me who I am. You taught me French and that has stayed with me forever, Quebec being the prime example. But you gradually forgot me, too busy with annoying England or creeping out the other nations to notice your former son broken inside.

Last of all I come to you America. Your probably the worst of all. You go around pissing everyone off and who do they turn to? Me. You were too caught up with 'being the hero' to notice how all the nations beat the shit out of me. I know you've seen it. When you come to my house looking for something to do while I'm trying to nurse my wounds. You fail to notice them, though. Just 'looking to spend time with my bro!' Pff, some brother you turned out to be. What sane person can watch their broken and battered brother sit in misery and shrug it off as nothing? Only you America, I've never met anyone so self centered, so conceited. I actually can't believe how people can mistake us. I'm nothing like you! It doesn't matter what I've done. It doesn't matter that I have two national languages, or that I invented insulin, the zipper, poutine, hockey AND basketball, walkie talkies, and much more. I'm the second biggest country in the world! But since I'm cursed to have you as a brother, no one cares about me.

I'm not mad at anyone, but I'm just tired. Every time I was forgotten, I died a little on the inside. Hell even my own bear can't get my name right! Do any of you know what day it is? Its my birthday, but it seems like I've been forgotten in favor of my loudmouthed brother's birthday. I wonder if anybody would notice let alone care if I just disappeared. Maybe then I could be out I everyone's way. I've toyed with the idea for a while. I'm not sure I could actually do it. Take my own life. But people can get on without me, right? So I've decided. I'm going to do it. Just know its not your fault. It's my fault know no one cares I exist. And in case you haven't figured it out, my name is Matthew Williams. I represent canada, which is pronounced can-a-da. I love my family, but I can't go on. So goodbye and the best of luck to you in the future.

Sincerely

Matthew Williams

Your former colony/son/brother

America lowered the letter with shaky hands. He looked around the room only to see his brother had left.

He ran out and just saw his brother dash out of sight. Alfred pelted after him around the corner and caught his pantleg. They both crashed to the ground

"Let go!" he cried, wrenching free of his grasp and bolting. Alfred got up and ran after his brother, but losing him in the maze of hallways and rooms. His house was bigger then it looked.

"This won't work, I need to call them." He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. After about two rings, England picked up.

" What is it this time, America?"

"England, I need your help." he said, trying hard to keep calm. The line was silent for a bit.

"What happened? Are you ok?" He said hurriedly.

" I'm fine but its Mattie, we really screwed up. I need your help finding him, come over to his house." It took a minute for England to realize who 'mattie' was. But when he figured it out he paled.

"I'll be right there." and the line went dead.

America called the next person on his list, who answered with a cheery "bonjour Amérique! I didn't expect you to be calling!"

"listen France, I need you to come to Matthew's house right now. It's an emergency."

" what is wrong with my petite Matheu?"

" We are, that's what! We really fucked up and you need to get over here."

"ok, I'm coming" they hung up and America repeated this with everyone he could think of that actually knew of the Canadian's existence. Soon he had England, France, Prussia, Germany, China, Russia, Japan, Cuba, and for some reason Greece gathered in Matthew's front hall.

"ok we need to split up to cover more ground. England, Prussia, France, Cuba and I will look upstairs. The rest of you look down here. Holler of you find him, ok? Everyone nodded and headed off to their assigned spot.

The first place America wanted to check was Canada's room, just in case he returned for the knife. When he opened the door, he was not there. He showed the nations with him the note he had written while he searched the closet and adjoining bathroom. When he came back the small group of nations were pale.

"we really did mess up." England mumbled. They left the room taking the note with them. After about half an hour of searching the downstairs area they were about to give up when they heard a thump upstairs followed by a muffled "got you!"

They ran upstairs and found Russia cradling a screaming Matthew as the other nations gathered around him.

"we found him in the closet, he sure his fast aru!" Chinag explained as the Canadian's attempt of freeing himself grew more violent.

"Leave me alone! I just want to die!" the Canadian choked out, as violent sobs wracked his small body. Russia patted his head and whispered soothing words as the suicide note was passed around.

"Mattie, I'm so sorry about this, I had no idea you were feeling this way. I've been a terrible brother. I promise I'm going to make this better."

Canada was silent for a minute and turned to face his brother. "I don't believe you." he started shaking and his voice rose above its mormal quiet volume. "You'll probably forget about it all tomorrow. Then I'll be left to pick up the pieces, trying to convince myself that it will all get better soon, that maybe for once you'll remember. But who am I kidding? No one cares if I live or die." the words were left hanging in the air as this information sunk in.

"that's not true birdie!" Prussia piped up.

"da Matvey we all care." Russia said and everyone murmered their consent. America leaned down and hugged Matthew.

"we're going to help you get through this."