Chapter 1: Trigger
Today was July 1st, Canada day
Mathiew wasn't expecting anyone since he was always forgotten, even through he never really cared (Well, He did care but kept quiet) he just begun his morning as usual, waking up around noon making pancakes from scratch, turning on the coffee machine, setting the table, have breakfast and after breakfast, going to take a shower…
After the shower, he changed into some ripped on the knees jeans, a big red hoodie with a white maple leaf on the center of it and put on some pale orange-ish converse. He grabbed a book and went to a park close his home.
The park was pretty lonely, not like he cared; by now he was so used to loneliness that being around people made him feel anxious and a little claustrophobic, so it was perfect for him that way. He sat under an old oak tree that he had seen grow most of his lifetime, bringing him happy and sad memories… He opened his book containing a classic novel and begun reading.
When he went back to his house, he saw a very familiar car on his driveway. The car was a fancy looking Blue Genty Akylone, leathery black insides, cup holder, GPS, a small aromatic thing-y, it's breathtaking car.
"Did Papa remember?" Mathiew voiced his thoughts eyes sparkling with hope
The Canadian entered to his house to find Francis with an already empty wine bottle and mildly blushed, as if he had been drinking before he came.
"Mon fils! ... [My son]" The French slurred as he went to hug Mathiew
"Bonjour Papa, comment t'allez vous? [Hello dad, how are you?]" Mathiew said prying off the older nation
"Anglerre c'est un idiot! [England is an idiot]" He whined punching Mathiew lightly on the chest.
"Eh? Por quoi?" Mathiew again tried to get away from the French
"Je voulais juste l' embrasser et… honhonhon [I just wanted tho hug him and…]" "Mais tu me sers aussi [But you will do]"
Mathiew barely had time to turn when Francis jumped on him and threw him to the floor
"Non, NON, S'IL TE PLAÎT ARRÊTER! [No, No, PLEASE STOP]" the French was unbuttoning the Canadian's shirt looking at him lustfully, the wine bottle long forgotten on the floor.
"Ne résistez pas, mon ami [Don't resist, my friend]" Francis smirked as he tried to kiss the smaller Canadian on the lips.
"ARRÊTER! [STOP!]" Mathiew shouted at the top of his lungs as he threw the French and made a run for the back door, but only to find it locked.
"Honhonhon~ Vous ne devriez pas le faire~ [You shouldn't have done that]" " La fin de la journee, vous êtes quelque chose à régler [After all, you are just something to settle for]" "Votre existence est inutile pour rien d'autre [Your existence is useless for something more]" The French said as he came near the Canadian a smirk and a look of hate across his features.
Mathiew began feeling bad, useless, horrible, a waste and that's just an understandment. That the person who raised him, whom he considered his father even after the 7 years war, was in front of him calling him names…
Why… why… WHY!?
I never did anything wrong to deserve this kind of life, yet why…?
Why do I have to suffer? Why can't anybody feel my pain? I shall make them pay… Making them feel the same way as I did…
By now the French was nearly touching his face when Mathiew smirked and punched him on the stomach making him lose his breath and balance.
"Quel est votre problème [What's your problem]!?" Francis spat as he covered his stomach with his hands
Mathiew picked up the wine bottle from the floor and smiled at Francis, an innocent yet cold smile, Francis tried to get away from Mathiew but slipped on a puddle of wine that was left from the fallen bottle.
Mathiew brought the bottle down and smashed the French's head, Francis grabbed his head that had begun bleeding quickly while looking at Mathiew holding the now broken bottle with an insane smile, his eyes no longer shone with innocence and curiosity instead they were filled with madness and something he couldn't place… was it loneliness?
Mathiew stabbed Francis with the broken bottle on the face, the shards embedding on his skin, Francis wailed in pain, hits didn's normally hurt nations unless it was another nation hitting them, Francis again tried to get away, his hangover long gone…
"Mathieu, Qui fais [Mathiew, what are you doing?]" The French was wide eyed, clutching his face in a vain attempt to stop the blood flow, shaking under the harsh gaze of his ex-colony.
Mathiew just smiled, the same sadistic grin as he grabbed from a drawer an ice pick and direct it towards the French.
"vous serez la couleurs de mon drapeau [You shall be the colors of my flag]" Mathiew stabbed Francis on the eye and ripped it out of its socket, he tossed it aside and began stabbing him again on different parts of his body, again and again.
Francis' body hurt and bleeded but he hadn't died yet, Mathiew kept stabbing him on painful spots but never hard enough to kill him or knock him out… No, he wanted Francis to suffer, to feel his pain, maybe not mentally but at least physically, he enjoyed hearing him scream for help, for mercy, but it was too late to receive any of that…
Mathiew grew bored of watching Francis' hole covered bleeding body and finally stabbed him on the Carotid(1) and watched him struggle for his life as the light was fading from his sky blue eyes…
"Adieu, Papa" Mathiew smiled, Francis coughed blood before becoming limp in front of Mathiew's lilac eyes.
Then it dawned on Mathiew, the act of murder he had committed, he threw away the ice pick and ran to the bathroom to wash off the blood of his hands and face, he turned to the mirror and a quiet "eeep!" left his mouth.
The mirror reflected him slightly different, his blond hair was a darker shade of blond to be more precise a dark goldenrod blond, his lilac eyes were now a vivid red violet kind of purple glowing faintly, his pale creamy skin color was now a dark brown, a creepy smile on its features and his 'reflection' was still covered in blood…
"Why are you so scared?"
"Who are you?" Mathiew said in a small voice
"Ahahhaha! Who am I? Can't you even recognize yourself?" It moved closer to the mirror
"I don't lo-ok like t-hat?" Mathiew trembled
"Is that a question I hear?" It smirked and quietly but harshly said "Unfortunately for you, this is how Francis saw you before you killed him"
"No, he-he isn't dead. Nations can't die…" Mathiew said mostly to himself and covered his ears with both hands
"Tsk Tsk Tsk, they can't die by human hands, but by nation hands, they surely can" His reflection moved and on the mirror he saw Francis… More like Francis' ghost with all the wounds he inflicted on him, they were no longer bleeding but they were still open, his left eye missing since Mathiew ripped it out of its socket, the 'ghost' wore a sad expression which in his point of view it looked like a vengeful face.
"Papa…?" Mathiew stuttered
"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME PAPA!?" Francis looked at him menacingly or at least his right eye.
"You ungrateful child, I raised you!" The French snarled
"You forgot me! You nearly raped me more than once!" Mathiew threw a punch at the mirror and the glass flew everywhere, even some pieces embedded themselves on Mathiew's hands, neck and face.
"I'm not like that… that isn't real, it's just another nightmare, I'll- I'll wake up and nothing would have happened and-and I will see Papa alive telling pervy jokes to other nations" Mathiew cleaned his wounds which weren't very deep, put on PJ's and went to sleep pulling all the covers and his plush toy Kumajirou close to him.
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[Next Morning]
Mathiew woke to the smell of something penetrating, disturbing, disgusting….. the smell of death.
He got up with a start and raced towards the kitchen only to trip with something. He turned around and let a strangled scream.
He had tripped on Francis corpse, still left the same as his dream… now reality
"See, it wasn't a dream" Mathiew heard the voice that came out of nowhere and frenetically turned around.
"Where are you?" He managed to choke out
"I'm always with you… even through you only noticed it by now" it gave a cold chuckle
Mathiew sat against the wall and curled up into a ball covering his ears
"Why?" Mathiew said in a small voice
"I am you. I know how you feel, and your memories. No matter who they are, many other countries receive much more attention than you…"
Mathiew lifted his head and saw his other 'him' reflected on a window, its dark glowing reddish purple eyes pierced right through him up to his very soul
"Everyone has someone to rely on, Arthur has Alfred, Feliciano has Ludwig, Lily has Vash, Ivan has Toris, heck even the bad mouthed, short-tempered and annoying Lovino has Antonio…"
Mathiew continued to stare at his reflection, slowly standing up and getting near the window (without forgetting to grab a coffee with maple syrup)
"You deserve better… even this idiot on the floor who claimed he was your father, Obviously didn't care about you… He just wanted to expand his territory, one of the reasons you speak French"
"Papa… didn't… love me?" Mathiew said slowly, his eyes that reflected sadness started to tear up "How can you be so sure?"
"I am what most people call a doppelganger; I know everything about you and more things that you don't know…"
"Don't doppelgangers kill their other self?" Mathiew stated as a matter of fact
"Not all of them, and usually those who do it kill their human self"
"You still haven't answered my question of how can you be so sure…" Mathiew said coldly
"I won't tell you… I'll show you" With that Mathiew's world went black
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[? Dark]
"Where am I?" Mathiew said
"In a memory…" It resounded
"Eh?... Why can't I see anything?" Mathiew said mildly scared
"You are looking at the memory when France found you… Right now you are passed out on the snow… Remember?... You ran over thin ice and it cracked making you fall, you barely got out alive, but you were too tired that your body only begged for rest and you fainted"
On the distance the was a sound of crunching snow and the blackness that was surrounding Mathiew filled with the whiteness of the snow.
To Mathiew's view came the image of France as he looks right now, well before he died
"Huh? Qui est-ce [What's this]?" The French said even through little Mathiew couldn't understand that language
"…" Little Mathiew eyed him with the eyes of a predator and stood up.
"Do you speak English? Parlez vous Français?" The French asked
Little Mathiew only knew the languages of the native people that habituated the country.
Francis had the same feeling as when he was near a nation and since the kid was the only human being on a 20 mile radius, he assumed he was the representative of the land.
"Bonjour, Je suis France" Francis said smiling warmly and extended ha hand towards the kid.
Little Mathiew eyed him warily before taking some steps back
"N'ayez pas peur [Don't be afraid]…" He said taking a step closer and Little Mathiew took a step back before collapsing again from the cold. Again everything went black.
"Do you remember what happens next?..."
"Ye he goes back to his camp and heals me…" Mathiew said smiling at the memory
"Are you sure…?"
"What are you talking about?" Mathiew said a little confused
"Hear… while you were knocked out"
"parce que vous avez amené cet enfant avec vous [ Why did you brought this kid with you]?" a rough male voice said
"Il est un pays, vivant sûrement ici [He is a coutry, probably the one that lives here]" Francis voice answered
" Ces fous! pas le temps de le soulever! Nous arrivons à faire de ce territoire français! [Are you crazy! We haven't got time to raise him! We came to make this French territory!]" The other voice practically screamed at Francis
"Attendez, il peut devenir une colonie et servir. Lorsqu'ils ne sont plus utiles, nous nous retrouvons avec le territoire [Wait, he can become a colony and serve us. When he isn't useful anymore, We'll keep his territory…]" Francis said, even in the dark Mathiew felt the smirk forming on the French's face.
"Vous voyez, c'est éveiller [Look, He's waking up]" Again another image came to focus.
Little Mathiew had various coats over him and was laying on a bed (In that time, he didn't know what a bed was), Little Mathiew jumped from where he was and checked his surroundings. Ready to attack if necessary.
"Tu t'es reveille? Comment te sens-tu? [You're up? How do you feel?]" Francis said kindly, you'll never suspect the plans he was hiding from Little Mathiew.
"…" Little Mathiew just stared
"Tu peux parler out u es muet [Can you tarl or are you mute]?" Asked inquiered Francis
"Vinland" Little Mathiew said in a whisper
"Vinland? C'est en norvéges [Is it Nordic]?" Fancis looked at him "Bon, je serai ton gardien, je t' appellerai Nouvelle France [Well, I shall be your caretaker, I'll call you New France]"
The image faded to black
"… Hey, doppelganger… is that true" Mathiew's voice sounded sad and with little hope to hear that everything was a lie.
"Why would I lie to myself?"
"Why can you know what he said but I don't?" Mathiew said already knowing the answer
"You know why… you can't hide your thoughts from me…"
"So.. it's true… why didn't he follow his plan?" Mathiew said trying to look for his doppelganger, he caught sight of his slightly glowing eyes
"You were still useful; he even gave you up on the 7 years war..."
[Reality]
Mathiew woke to find himself on the kitchen again, he turned to Francis body and sighed "I always thought of you as a savior, that's why you gave me up on the 7 years war, as a way of payment…" Mathiew stood up and went for some cleaning utensils "Need to clean this"
Mathiew started stuffing in a black bag Francis corpse along with the glass shards, he was also going to put the eye but voice stopped him
"Why don't you keep it?"
"Eh?...Why?" Mathiew looked towards the reflexion on the window
"Why not, you could say it's a keepsake of you father and first victim"
Mathiew looked at the blue/red eye on his palm "Isn't that a little possessive and creepy?" Mathiew looked again at the doppelganger on the window
"Do whatever you want, it's just a suggestion"
And his reflection returned to normal after that little chat.
Mathiew putted the eye on a bottle full of saltwater and finished cleaning the blood on the floor and on the ice pick.
"Where do I hide the body?" Mathiew said worriedly and looked around
"Dig a deep, deep hole,
Where he can't be found,
It would be so deep underground,
That he won't be noticed,
And all that would be left,
It would be the his essence on the eye"
Mathiew turned at the window "Are you trying to make a poem?" His reflection changed again
"Yes and no, I tried to make a poem but it was horrible and no, it's for you to take the hint on burring him"
"Fine, I'll go get my shovel" Mathiew grumbled and left taking also with him the black bag. The 'reflection' stayed there smirking
"It's all going according to plan"
The reflection appeared on a full-length body mirror. He was wearing some normal jeans a ten strapped bloodied straight jacket, with one strap already loose.