Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters. I only own this story, the OC, and the OC's relatives.
Prologue (part 1)
Matthew's Pov
My brother's friends came over today so we decided to play hide-and-seek. Brother started counting so I ran through the snow and hid behind a tree. And waited...and waited. I waited for my brother to find me until the sun went down.
I knew this would happen, it always does. They forget about me all the time, even Momma did this time. Why do they always forget? Don't they care? Is something wrong with me?
I feel tears well up and I slide down the tree into the snow. My stomach growls, reminding me that I didn't eat dinner. The cold starts to seep through my coat. I could go inside but what's the use? It'll be like I wasn't even there. Only Momma remembered I existed and she didn't even notice I was gone. The tears flow freely and I hug my knees to my chest as I sit there crying.
Why?
Why?
Am I even real?
Maybe I'm just a ghost.
When they do notice me they don't even know my name.
When I get lost or fall asleep when it's meal time and there's a plate of food meant for me, what do they do?
Brother eats it without a second thought.
What am I?
Am I alive or just imaginary?
Does this pain inside my chest mean I'm broken?
Or is that my heart?
If it is, why is it beating when it wouldn't matter if it stopped?
Why do I exist?
...
Who am I?
Author's note: Just a warning the mood of the story does not improve in the next half of the prologue. This is my first fanfic so I apologize for the degree of sadness. I'll try to update daily until everything is posted and I learn how to use this correctly. Feedback would be greatly appreciated!