AUUUUGGGHHH I basically had this whole chapter written but it deleted itself twice because it crashed... but anyway I don't think of Canada as suicidal or depressed it just goes with my story. Hope you enjoy.
Matthew winced at the pain. He then slumped down into a heap, The cuts could not compare to what he felt on the inside. The pain reminded him that he existed, that he was alive. It never lasted though, as he was a nation cuts would heal easily, unless it was dealt by a other nation the same went for suicide.
Canada started to stare off. He had started to question his existence and why he was there. The world leaders could handle everything that he couldn't. A single tear flowed down his cheek and onto his hoodie, followed by another until he was loudly sobbing he cupped his now puffy eyes within the palms of his hands and wiped away the many tears.
As he was about to continue slicing his arm the buzz from the doorbell rang out and a voice with a deep accent followed.
"Hello? Are you in there? This has to be your room, open up!" Matthew startled by the voice began to frantically put away everything and hid the razor in his pocket. He slowly walked over to the door and grabbed the handle gingerly. He sighed and hoped for good news
The door opened to reveal an angry Arthur his brows furred into an angry scowl and his face a slight hint of red. He walked into the room seemly not noticing Matthew and began mumbling angrily to himself before bursting out in rage.
"America!" he began Matthew had begun to look down at his feet knowing that he had not come to see him "Your idea are always so stupid and idiotic! How do you think a Superhero would solve all our problems! God I could just punch you right now...! If only you were like your brother Canada."
Matthews face instantly lit up after hearing how England wanted America to be like him. Matthew spirits had instantly been lifted by this sudden turn of events but they were soon to be crushed once again by the brother who never failed to be noticed.
"Oh by the way have you seen him? I haven't seen Canada for a couple of months, probably daydreaming somewhere in Toronto about maple syrup or something. He was never a social one."Once again he had been overlooked by another. Matthew honestly was beginning to not care and think of the impossible. He just wanted him out of the room so he could be by him lonesome.
"Could you leave now please?" Matthew spoke softly but enough to empathize what he 'wanted' In his heart he wanted him to stay so he finally tell someone how he has been feeling for years, but before he could this thought then seeped into his mind like poison. 'Whats the point having someone around who doesn't even know who you are.' Matthew said nothing else and opened the door for Arthur to let himself out.
Arthur being surprised by the calm tone of voice coming from whom he thought was Alfred almost frightened him. He then left awkwardly left the room leaving the room. The razor then fell out of Matthews pocket and onto the floor in front of him. He then began to finish what he had started.
