Nothing was happening.
Nothing had changed.
He felt like nothing.
No, he was nothing.
Mathew Williams, otherwise known as Canada, had finally accepted the fact that no one would ever recognize him as anything. Not even his family. For years Mathew had tried to be noticed by the rest pf his fellow countries, but as he tried before, nothing ever changed. It was as if everyone had short-term memory loss every ten seconds when he properly introduced himself, it was a lost cause. Sure, Mathew had tried to be like other countries, but most of their actions where red flags for wars and life changing decisions to be made on his country.
He didn't want that.
Mathew craved for peace and neutral options worldwide to bring forward a decade of joy and peace, but his thoughts were never voiced because he was almost nonexistent in the world meetings. It was a curse or at least he thought it was. A curse to never be noticed...and if he was everyone always mistook Mathew for his brother, Alfred A.K.A America, the most known country in the world.
He couldn't even begin to mention how much trouble he was involved in because of Alfred the obnoxious, loud, selfish hoser! even his friend Carlos, A.K.A Cuba, confused his quiet nature for his brother's wild one. Mathew wouldn't care about that fact if it wasn't for Cuba hating America with a burning passion, his last visit to Cuba's country ended with Mathew escaping with bruises-
But that didn't matter right now. Right now, Mathew was in one of the world meetings he managed to squirm himself into to host it in his country, but there was a problem at hand. It usually started in time, but most countries got lost since almost everyone had a ride with their allied countries and because of the cold temperatures in Canada. It got to the point where most were arguing and fighting on which way to go and so the meeting was delayed for an hour or so.
Surprisingly, only one country made it on time.
'...Oh, Maple he's looking at me! sweet maple syrup, why did he have to be the first one here!' Mathew was nervously looking at the other country near the door from across the room. The country was wearing his usual long, heavy tan coat, green pants, brown gloves, and a long tan-ish-pink scarf. His hair, slightly wavy and a pale ash blond, and his eyes were violet as were Mathew's, but slightly darker. Yes, this was one of the few countries Mathew hoped he would never come cross, but as he had said before, he was cursed.