Who are you?
I was feeling like Canada, so I wrote this. No flames please =3
I don't own Hetalia
I'm up north, he's down south
We're so different when he opens his mouth
He's open, he's loud
While I'm hidden in a shroud
There's two sides to every penny
I'm know by few, him by many
I carry my load, as does he
So why can't anyone ever see me?
We're so alike in so many ways
Yet our differences shine like night and day
I'm quiet, I'm shy
He yells his dreams to the sky
He's brave and strong
Am I going about this all wrong?
I want to be noticed, I want to be seen
I want him gone—ack!— that was mean!
He has guns and missiles too
You've never heard of me?— I don't blame you
What do I do? What do I need?
What will make them believe
That I am real, that I am here
Not some guy who's randomly near
Why do you ignore me?
Why can't you see me?
I'm not very brave, no not at all
Do you notice Russia because he's so tall?
No, didn't think so, so help me out please?
What, do I have some sort of disease?
I want to be loved, but I want them to see
That I'm not like him down to a "t"
I'm glad you see me and not through me
…Who am I?
I'm Canada…
Please review. My sister always makes people forget about me TT^TT I share Canada's pain sometimes. That's why I wrote this.
Ameriko, out.