Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
Jeez, I've been writing a lot of said stuff lately. This was actually a poem I had to write for english and I started writing it and immediately thought of Canada/Matthew so I changed it and got this. This is sad but it gets really fluffy in the end. My friend started spazzing out in class and...it was really funny cause she started to cry a bit. I hope you like it.
So here goes my first Hetalia fic
Who?
Who, they ask,
Who, am I
That's the question I always hear
That's the question I always fear
I'm invisible to all, someone they never see
They never can remember meeting me
It always my brother, it's always him
The one who gets noticed, the one who gets praised
The one who's accepted, acknowledged and seen
If someone does see me, they see me as him
So I always get blamed, always get punished
I always learn his lessons, never him.
I'm the one who is smacked, the one who is beaten
The one who is bullied and shoved in the halls.
But its not all the time, only when I'm seen
Only when they care to notice me
So who am I? You ask,
Well I'll answer your question
I am a nothing
I am a ghost
I am a nobody
I am a shadow
A shadow to my brother, who no one remembers
Not even my teachers, sometimes not even my family
Probably not even my friends, if they were to exist.
No one can see me, sometimes not even my twin
So I am all alone
Forever plagued with the question of who
So that was me; that was my past
I am stilled plagued with that fatal question
But never from his mouth
But I still live in fear, just a new fear
Fear that he will ask the fatal question once again
Yet he never has, not since the day we met
To him I am someone
To him I am Mathew
And to me he is an angel
He is a savior
He is Gilbert
But I still lived in fear
Even on that day
But that was also the day my fear died
For when he opened his mouth
The words he said were not who
The words he said, were I do