warning! drugs. depression.

"Mathew!For gods sake boy get up! Bugger! Don't just stand there frog! come help me!"

Matthew could feel himself being hoisted up. His head lulled to the front. Why did they pick today to see him? They forgot about him constantly, why couldn't they just leave him be?

Matthew had been low the past couple of weeks. As if constantly being forgotten wasn't bad enough, Cuba had mistaken him for his brother again and almost killed him. he would of come back, but that's not the point. Then his moron of a brother mistook him for a mirror and when Matthews movements didn't match his he ran off screaming about alien clones.

All that had lead him here. He was found slumped on the wet concrete in an ally. A bottle of maple whiskey in his hand, track marks on his arms, vomit on his filthy sweater.

Why the fuck should he care? Not like anyone else did. He was just living up to his image. An invisible waste land no one noticed. That's what Francis had called him right? a waste land of snow and rocks. Nothing special. Arthur wasn't any better. Did he even put up an ounce of fight when Matthew wanted to be free? Alfred leaves and it's war.. Matthew was nothing special.

His body hit a mattress and he groaned as fingers prodded him, checking for damage. "Mon cheri what were you thinking..." His papa muttered looking over him.

"fuckoff" he muttered swinging his arm out towards the voice.

"Don't you use that language with us boy! You've been missing for a week! What the hell did you even take?!"

His former care taker removed a bag from the half conscious blondes pocket. "Good lord Matthew! Is there anything not in this?!"

probably not, thought Matthew with a dark smirk. Being a nation it took a lot more to effect him. This was irritating now. He didn't want to deal with them right now. Matthew shimmered going translucent.

"Non! Stop that this instant Matthieu " hands grasped his shirt before he could shimmer from sight.

Matthew groaned throwing his arm over his eyes "mon dieu! Juste foutre. Why do you even care?" his words slurred, but without a constantly flow of drugs and alcohol entering his system, his super human body was clearing. His eyes peered out at the bag in Arthur's hands

The door swung open and Matthew moved his arm and lifted his head slightly only to roll his eyes and drop it to the bed again.

"You found Mattie!" over lapped with the yell of "What the fuck Birdie!?"

with his sobering he felt a tiny tinge of guilt. Gilbert never forgot him, and he had been looking too. Ugh. He heaved a sigh "Sorry Gilbert" he offered quietly.

It was the only apology worth uttering. the other three in the room would forget all of this in a few days anyway. he'd long since given up on trying.

Gilberts irritated face appeared above him. If you're sorry, you should stop this. Not awesome Birdie." Matt nodded and closed his eyes. silently he thought, you're one to talk. I pick your ass up off the bathroom floor so often I don't need to lift.

"I don't understand it. Boy never did anything like this before" Whispered the British nation.

Matthew sighed and Gilbert patted his shoulder. they both knew this was not the first time the Canadian had done this. He'd been doing it for years. Gilbert rolled his eyes. "Your family are fucking morons Birdie"

"I think you're the only one who see's that too." he groaned.

his family had already started arguing about who was to blame. soon it would progress into other things and they would forget him again. He looked towards them with broken eyes.

"Come on birdie. the awesome me will take you home and you can make me pancakes in the morning."

Matthew nodded and Gilbert helped Matthew up. they staggered unnoticed out of the hotel room, leaving the 3 nations to argue. Silently Matthew pocketed the bag of pills England had carelessly tossed on the bed mid-rant.

I felt like Matt would probably just try and lose himself when he was low. he couldn't really stay dead. I could see him and Gilbert taking turns picking the pieces of each other up. Gilbert no longer being a nation and Matthew constantly being forgotten, they'd probably both try and drown their sorrows.

french-

mon dieu! Juste foutre: " my god! just fuck off" (yeah i used Google to translate.)