Yello Prussians. Sorry this took longer to get up than planned. I knew how it was going to end up but when I started typing it out the feels got me or my grandmother need me -.- but here it is! Hope you like :D WARNING: TISSUES MAY BE NEEDED
At the UN located in the United States of America, five representatives stood at one end of the room while their sixth member, whom they ignore, sat at the opposite. The five were doing what they always did: America was scoffing down hamburgers and slurping his sodas; England was arguing with France about nonsense which seemed to change every five minutes; China complaining about how the world changed; Russia sitting there knitting with an "innocent" smile while muttering something under his breath.
"They never do change, eh?" the sixth member, Canada, whispered to himself.
They are all a bunch of pansy idiots. Maybe if they actually pulled their head out of their asses, they could actually figure out how to, I don't know, MAKE THE WORLD A FUCKING BETTER PLACE!
The Canadian slightly blushed with a silent yelp at the voice in his head. This voice, Marcus, suddenly popped up when he was in his room crying. Prussia wasn't able to be with the Canadian and he felt so alone and invisible, he couldn't help but cry. Though the voice scared him, Canada couldn't help but feel comfort that he wasn't alone, that someone actually cared, even if his language was quite vulgar and aggressive towards other.
"Can you please not shout." Canada stuttered timidly.
Mattie, how many times do I have to tell you you don't have to be afraid of me. Those fuckers on the other hand, oh don't I-
"Marcus!" He slightly hissed, holding Kumajirou closely who simply asked who he was. However, Canada was too busy with talking to the voice in his head than answering his polar bear another time with the same answer. "They may be jerks, but they are still my family!"
If you call ignoring you, treating like shit, making you feel like fucking shit "family", then I would hate to see who the hell you call an enemy.
Canada sighed, giving up on the pointless argument. Marcus would just keep supporting his opinions with claims that Canada couldn't counter. He looked up when all the sound suddenly stopped.
"I am going home. I rather see Lithuania scurry around the house than be here among you people and stupid talk." Russia said standing, his smile never disappearing.
"Take the other Commy with you then!" America shouted, pointing at China.
"Oh shut up, aru! You are the youngest and most immature nation!" China voice raised.
America laughed. "I am the hero! Dude, get it right!"
"A hero do not owe money to people!"
Soon the two got into a debate while Russia just made his leave for a 13 hours flight back to Russia.
Are you fucking kidding me... Mattie, say something. I don't care what it is, just say fucking something to make them shut up and listen to you. Hell, say how Gilbert dick is actually-
"Marcus?!" He accidently shouted in disbelief. "Are you crazy?!"
Everyone stopped to look over at the shout. However, Canada was too preoccupied with the voice no one else could hear.
Yes I am. And listening to those idiots aren't fucking help my insanity! I hate them already!
"Not my fault you hate them!" He hissed. "They have done nothing to you!"
But they have done so much to you! Arthur talks about being a damn gentleman yet he won't fucking correct his damn mistakes and take the fucking fame that doesn't belong to him!
"That is just how life is Ma-"
"Dude... Is he talking to himself...?" The American suddenly spoke, making Canada finally realize they were watching him. He formed a deep blush of embarrassment.
"Clearly he is you stupid git. There is no one else beside his bear." England said, highly annoyed.
"But monsieur, you say you speak to a 'flying mint bunny' yet we can't see it."
"Shut up you frog!" This merely caused the Frenchman to laugh.
"So uh... Dude, why are you talking to yourself?"
Canada felt a pain knowing that the only reason why his brother was using "Dude" was because he didn't remember his name, or he didn't want to seem like he did in public.
"It's Canada you idiot!" France hissed as he hit the American arm.
"I wasn't talking to myself..." Canada mumbled meekly, slightly fidgeting in his seat since the attention was on him.
"Then who you talking to, aru?" China suddenly butt in, annoyed with how the European countries acted. "Clearly no one there."
Don't tell them.
"Wait, what?" Canada attention was drawn again back to Marcus.
Don't tell them about me, they won't believe you...
His voice was basically a growl, causing Canada to shiver. However, before he could ask why his attention was brought back to China who cleared his throat, the others waiting also.
"I-I can't tell you..." He whispered, repeating himself again though because China couldn't hear him.
"So you are talking to that little voice in your head?" Canada eyes grew wide at the thought of being caught by the American until he continued. "It is okay dude, it's a common disease thingy that people get when not getting enough attention, or something like that."
"He is not crazy!" France shouted.
The American shrugged and sat down, grabbing a soda. "It's true."
"Even I doubt that he would go through such length in order to get one's attention. If anything, he would do that when that loud mouth Prussian is around." England added.
"Don't speak of mon ami like that." France chuckled at the British man glare before turning to the American. "But Canada wouldn't do such because he has nothing to say. If he did, then he would have made it clear by now."
"I don't think so, I mean he didn't do much in the war so clearly he want attention from the hero!" America grinned as he flexed.
"Don't be so stupid you git. Why would he want attention from you?"
"Because I'm the hero! Everyone wants attention from the hero!"
Canada just sat there and watched as they continued, his heart feeling it be ripped to pieces. This is a constant thing, everything going back to him brother, but this time it hurt more. His own brother thought he did nothing... His own brother thought he just wanted attention... The same guy that when they would children would stick together when they had to hide from the Native American Indians now turned his back on him. He should have seen it before, when he left him there to go to England, but he still had hoped. He could handle so many people thinking he did nothing but when it came to his own brother, it pained him worse than anything he has experienced before...
"He's crying." China pointed out, annoyed and grately disappointed in the other nations. "HE IS CRYING!" He shouted to get their attention.
They all looked at China confused until looking down at the Canadian who had his head down and body was shaking. Now that they were silent, they could faintly hear the sniffling.
"Mon fils, what is wrong? Why are you crying?" France quickly left the others to go to Canada's side, rubbing his back.
England stood there feeling awkward about the situation while chuckles escaped the American. The British man slapped his arm and glared at him.
"What?" He said, rubbing his arm. "It just proves my point."
"Read the mood for once you git, clearly he isn't faking this!"
"No..." Canada suddenly whispered, softly pushing France away.
"But mon fils, you-"
"I said no!" Canada yelled causing the Frenchman to quickly step back and the American to silent.
Mattie, what are you doing...?
"I am just acting after all, so I shouldn't need your comfort to feel better." Canada spoke sarcastically through his tears and soft hiccups, ignoring Marcus.
"Ignore the git Canada, he is just being stupid and insensitive like always." England said.
"Like you..." The words just slid out of Canada before he could stop them.
"Excuse me?"
"I said 'like you'." Canada said, standing up and looking England dead in the eyes.
That's right Mattie, stand up for yourself. Let your voice be heard for once.
England shifted to stare right back at Canada, arms crossing. "I do not understand what you mean."
"You know what I mean, don't be stupid like my brother."
"Hey, don't speak to Iggy like that!" America stood up next to England in defense mode.
The two just stared at each, not blinking once until England finally understood what he was talking about. His expression turned into one of slight worry and fear as he looked at the others in the room with them.
"Canada, think rationally about this right now. You should come over to my place so we can discuss this over tea like true gentlemen." His voice had a slight shake in it which didn't go unnoticed to the American.
"Why are-"
"I would if I truly could believe you were a true gentleman, not a deceiving liar who merely wants fame." Canada cut off his brother.
France gasped in shock at Canada's harsh words while America then stood in front of England, glaring at his brother.
"Not cool bro, Iggy has done nothing to you."
Oh so now he recognizes you as his brother. Of course because he needs to fucking defend his bitch.
"Not that you know of." Canada's eyes met America's blue eyes.
"He would never hide something from me."
"No, he simply deceived you into thinking that you had to always rely on him, but eventually you saw through those lies."
Anger filled America at those words. They were of the past and needed to stay in the past, he had no right bringing them up here now. They already set aside their differences and there were other reasons as to which he did such.
"What is your problem dude? You don't know anything about that because you were too busy living with your moose to help me."
Now it was Canada's turn to fill with anger.
Don't hold back Mattie. It is either now or never. This is you chance to finally get noticed and to get through all of their fucking thick skulls.
"Says the one who abandoned me to the Natives in order to go off to England where there were others your skin color. And you wonder why your people hated colored, still do actually."
"At least I wasn't a fucking wimp and stayed home while the world was fighting for it's freedom!"
"I was in that damn fight and maybe if you didn't put all of the fucking blame on Germany, there wouldn't be a second one!"
"Don't go speaking about the war as if you were there and knew all about it! A textbook can only tell you so much!"
"I was there but your little fuck buddy behind took all my credit! Everything I did, he took credit for! And instead of being a 'true gentleman', he let me fall and convinced you all I did nothing!"
"He didn't convince me of anything because you did nothing! You have no right to be sitting at this fucking table in this damn building for peace because you could give two shits about the world as long as you have your maple syrup and polar bear!"
"You would believe his fucking lies over your very own brother?!"
"He would never lie to me because he loves me unlike you, my own bro- no, not even my brother! You were never and will never be my brother! Who in their damn right mind would call someone like you who is so pathetic and weak and such an attention seeker whore as their damn brother?!"
There was silence. Canada stared widely in disbelief at the American whose face was red with anger. He looked into those blue in hope to see regret, but saw none. All he saw was hatred. Tears started to burn Canada's skin while his heart felt like it was being stabbed though already dead.
"All... All I wanted was to be noticed... especially by you..." At that he started running down the hall.
He could hear the shouts from France, but couldn't care less. He just kept running, wiping the tears from his face. He had no idea where-
Bathroom. Go to the bathroom Matthew.
He stopped and did his best to look for a bathroom. But without his glasses and tears running down his face, it was hard to see what was what. Eventually, he did find a bathroom.
Lock the door.
He did so then walking over to the sink. He turned on the water and splashed water on his face in hopes of calming down. But his heart hurt too much. All he wanted now was for the pain to go away.
Matthew, look at me. In the mirror, look.
When he looked up, a slight shriek came from him. He couldn't exactly see well, but from what he could it looked like him but in a red plaid shirt, signs of a beard, hair pulled into a ponytail, a cigarette from his lips, and pure purple eyes.
"What is..."
"Hey Mattie, it's me Marcus." The reflection said with a slight smile. "I really wish I could be there to hold you right now..." Canada could here the guilt and sorrow in his voice.
"It is okay..." He said, trying to be strong but soon broke down into sobs again.
Marcus tried to reach for him, but couldn't. His hands were pressed against the glass as he wish he could break through.
"Mattie listen to me. If you do what I say, I promise you you won't feel this pain. And that no one will not notice you anymore."
Canada calmed down enough to stare at Marcus. He had no one else to trust, no one else to rely on, no one else to believe in...
"Y-You promise...?"
"I promise."
England stared out at the direction Canada ran. France tried to call out to him, but he simply ignored him. He knew he was in the wrong, but he didn't expect this to happen. He didn't want this to happen.
"You idiot!" China yelled at America.
"What did I do?!" America yelled in defense.
"Are you fucking serious Alfred?!" France yelled, showing America he was serious by using his human name. "You basically just killed your brother!"
"I was defending Iggy!"
"There was no reason for you to go that fucking far! You have done a lot of stupid things, but this was complete asinine!"
America stood there in silence when France then turned his back to him and walked away. But instead of leaving, France bent down and grabbed the Canadian glasses that were on the ground.
"He did nothing bad to you. He only did good." China said in disbelief.
"I did nothing wrong!" America shouted defensively.
"Yes you did Alfred." England spoke.
America turned to look at him, shocked. England looked up at those beautiful blue eyes he came to love. It was as if they were the skies of his world. However, he was afraid that they would turn into hatred because he must tell him the truth. He had kept this lie for too long, thinking there would be no harm.
"Alfred, your brother was-"
Crash
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. It sounded of glass being shattered.
"Do you think...?" France spoke in fear, just loud enough for the other to speak.
"See, attention seeking whore." America said, crossing his arms.
"You git! Did you not see what just happened?!" England yelled.
"What's the big deal, he isn't human..."
"But he can still feel like a fucking human!"
"He is a country for crying out loud. He can't die even if he wanted to."
"But there are two different ways of one being dead." A slightly deep raspy voice spoke.
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, unable to believe their eyes. It was Canada, but not their Canada. This one had a 5 o'clock shadow; purple piercing eyes; light strawberry blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail; with his shirt tied around his waist, a long scar going horizontal across his torso; his skin had more color to it. The look he gave them all was one that could make even Russia uncomfortable if he was here. But one of them felt pure fear rake through his body.
"Alfred..." England whispered scared to America.
"Stand behind me." He whispered back, pushing the smaller male behind him.
"There is the physical death. You all know what that is, you seen it. But then there is an inner death." The Canadian's voice suddenly turned deadly cold as his eyes became like daggers, locked with America's eyes. "An inner death is worse than physical death. Like a zombie. Feeling lifeless and hopeless; empty and hollow inside. Only knowing you are alive by the beating of your heart that you know no matter what you do, it wont ever stop. That is what Mattie felt every morning. But lately, it has gotten worse and without his... lover. It became harder to see hope each day he woke. But then you, the hero, broke the last part he tried so desperately to hold on to."
America tried his hardest from scurrying under the table. He could hear the anger in his head, but being confronted from a more deadly voice in front of his very eyes got to him more.
"I didn't do-"
"Bull shit and you fucking know it. My brother may be considered a heartless murderer, but he would never put down his own damn brother!" The Canadian shouted, slamming a fist onto the table.
Everyone jumped at the sound. America went to move closer to the Canadian, but was stopped by England.
"Alfred, don't!" He hissed, staring at his blue eyes.
"Iggy, I will be-"
"Alfred don't! You don't know who you are dealing with! I don't even know completely! They were suppose to be a myth!"
America saw things in England's eyes which he never seen before: panic, fear, horror.
"That's right, never suppose to exist. Never suppose to come out, but guess what? That pink haired man in your dream isn't just a figment of your imagination asshole."
America looked back at those purple eyes, confused. However, England knew exactly what he meant. His worst nightmares were true... His talks were real... The man was actually the...
"What do you want?!" America shouted.
"Simple: Mattie's wish to come true. He just wanted to be noticed by you, by everyone. He wanted people to know he actually helped in the wars, but your little bushy brow bitch lied and convinced you all he did nothing. But I will make sure you all notice him, all you pussy will fear him."
"How?" America attempted to challenge.
The Canadian broke into a sickening, amused laugh before going back to his cold eyes locked with America, but a grin on his face.
"Simple, getting rid of his fucking pain and problem: you. Killing you."
"Impossible!" France finally spoke, staring widely at this dark version of his son. "We are nations! We can't die!"
"Oh but there is a way papa, how do you think the Roman Empire fell so quickly? But you," he pointed at America. "you remember my name: Marcus Williams. Because I will be the man that will kill you for the sake of Mattie."
At that, Marcus left down the hall, not a single one of them daring to go after him.
"Get the Axis." England was the first to break the silence and bring everyone back to reality.
"Why them? They annoying, aru." China questioned.
"Because if the myths are true, if they are true..." England trailed off.
"Arthur... What is it?" America asked alarmed, turning around and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"If they are true," England started up again, staring at the direction Marcus went. "then we arent dealing with our typical enemy, we are dealing with a mass murder who took over for Canada the majority of wars. We will be dealing with the people who caused the first and second world war... And Marcus alone is like an army driven on the worst, deadliest fuel one could have: revenge."
Tada~~ what do you guess think~? Hope you like because I really like this ^^ as you guys probably noticed, with Italy I just had it to where you seen him before and after the switch. With Canada, I showed how they can talk to their other selves and halfway through the transitioning from 1p to 2p. Next chapter you will see the whole transitioning with Lithuania which will kill me to do his ;-;But I hoped you like, leave a review to let me know~ Until the next chapter, BUB-BYE!
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