Hetalia Stories

{1} Sorry for being here... (Canada/Matthew Willams)

{warning on of the sad ones with triggering material}

Sighing Matthew stepped through the double doors leading into the hell others would call a school; each time he put another foot forward leading deeper into the school his stomach would do another flip just from the thoughts that formed on what could possibly be his down fall today in this horrid building. while lost in thought a boy with brown hair and bright green eyes also know as Antonio Fernandez Carriedo carefully moved his foot in Matt's path causing him to trip and tumble to the ground his stuff scattering everywhere.

"Oh gosh Matt! are you okay?" a voice called out; as Matthew desperately tried to collect his belongings before the other students trampled them.

"Y-yeah...I'm fine thanks..." Matt said turning to his friend he failed to notice to be the one who knows the person who caused his little fall with out even trying to stop it from happening.

"That's good. I wouldn't want you to get hurt or anything." Matthew's one Friend Gilbert Beilschmidt said with a grin that was slightly off today.

"O-oh...yeah heh heh...thanks Gil." Matthew said slowly standing flashing Gil a nervous smile.

"Oi Gilbert~!!! Come on we need to get going~!" One of the flirtatious most popular males in the school called out to Gilbert with a overly excited wave; his Name is Francis Bonnefoy.

"Alright, Alright god don't get your panties in a bind Francis!!" Gil shouted back with slight annoyance; turning back to Matt he smiled apologetically. "Sorry Mattie bud I need to get running, I'll see you in class." Gilbert said patting him once on the back before running off with his other friends.

"Y-yeah...see you in class." Matt waved with a smile, once Gilbert was out of sight he frowned and continued on his way...Alone.

'The only one who even notices I'm alive...and he's friends with them.' matt thought bitterly as he arrived in front of his locker, which he saw yet again had been vandalized. written in bold black ink was

{You don't belong, your so invisible~}

Matt kept his poker face on though it was a struggle not to break down then and there. "I know...I know all to well..." He breathed out opening his locker placing what he didn't need inside, shutting it afterwards.

"You git, Alfred wait!!" Matt heard someone call out as he approached his class; it was Arthur Kirkland a friend/acquaintance of his twin brother Alfred. Arthur stopped in front of Matthew panting slightly with his hands on his knees; though soon returning to stand straight looking a bit peeved. "Alfred you idiot where's my note book you borrowed from me?!?" Arthur shouted angrily. Matt sighed yet again he was mistaken for his..."Picture perfect" Athlete base ball playing brother...

"U-uhh...s-s-sorry I'm actually Matthew...Alfred's brother; Remember?" he said with a frown pointing slightly to himself.

"O-oh right, sorry then." Arthur said seeming to be a bit embarrassed and looking as if he couldn't remember Alfred even had a brother.

'it's always like this...What's so great about my brother...? why can't you remember me!?!?'

"It's alright...just try to remember in the future." Matt said smiling slightly.

'he won't...they never do.'

"Of course, well see you later Mick." Arthur said walking off to find Alfred.

'see he didn't even say my name right...I just told you!! am I really that unnecessary that I don't matter? I matter right..?'

Matthew shook his head trying to rid himself of his negativity then opened the door of his class room.

~~~~Time skip~~~

The bell rang signaling school and classes were finally over; Matthew began to pick up his stuff so he could head home. school had been as terrible as usual for poor Matt; every one forgot he existed only ever remembering so they could bully him. some of those people he selflessly helped in the past he gave up allot of time and care to help them...but still they either left or stabbed him in the back harshly pushing him around as his future bullies. though unlike most days Gilbert wasn't there to help and Gil didn't seem to want to talk...

"Maybe he was just really busy..." Matt sighed trying to stay positive; sadly his optimism was staring to slip...he knew it was going to fail soon and that fact scared him making him hope nothing worse would happen to cause him to finally fall from the rope that was already dreadfully ripped and fraying. unfortunately life and it's other humans in it were never so kind.

"U-um...H-hey Matthew..." Matthew turned to see his friend Gilbert standing there with a nervous posture and frown clearly present on his face.  

"H-huh yeah Gil...?" Matt inquired smiling yet again, his face tired from the fake upward curve that was a sorrowful lie to hide his real  emotions and feelings. 

"I wanted to tell you we aren't friends anymore." as those words left his friend's...no ex friends lips Matthew's world came crashing down on top of him. the last person, his last hope for finding a tiny sliver of happiness and acceptance was like everyone else leaving. but like always Matt just smiled letting his hair cover his eyes that now started to water with a lukewarm salty substance called tears.

"O-o-oh...I s-see. that's f-f-fine...I understand." Matthew said turning away from his used to be friend only to see two familiar faces smirking at him.

'I see...why didn't I foresee this earlier...he found better friends so he doesn't need me any more.......I hate you....'

"I'm sorry Matt..." Gilbert said walking off with Antonio and Francis not even looking back to see if he was okay.

"It's okay...I really do understand...I hate myself too." Matthew said finally letting his tears fall.

'NO IT'S NOT!!! I'M NOT OKAY!!! How could you...I trusted you Gilbert...I really hate you...'

Matt needed someone by his side at the moment he did not feel safe; he texted the only person he could think of his brother Alfred.

[hey Alfred can we hang out at home together...? :) ]

Matthew hit the send button as his tears dropped onto the screen of his phone; it took at least thirty minutes before Alfred replied.

[ah sorry bro kind busy I'm helping a friend...maybe some other time. :( ]

Matt choked as he sobbed harder entering his painfully empty home; Matt knew better Alfred always does this he's probably at the field feeling his practice outside of the team training is more important that his only brother...Matt threw his phone against the wall shattering it he slammed the front door shut storming up to his room.

"Why!?! WHY!?!? WWHHHHHYYYY!?!?!?" Matthew screamed in emotional agony and distress. he tossed around everything forcefully in his room with enough effort to break most of the objects thrown; after his large depressing tantrum Matthew sat down at his desk in his now trashed room clutching his head as tears still flowed down his checks; he looked to his bed to see his stuffed bear Kumajiro sitting upside down. he quickly grabbed it wrapping it in his arms burying his tear stained face in it's fur. after a few hours of crying alone in his room he grabbed a note book and pen beginning to quickly scribble down his last words for he felt this had happened to many times with out change in the slightest...he had been polite, put others happiness before his since he cared also beginning to self hate long ago, and he even tried not to hurt others feelings or even fight physically...his hope had been permanently lost feeling like no one would notice or even care enough to cry over his absence from the world. once his note was finished after having quickly summed it up in five pages though he could have written a whole chapter book he grabbed his sleeping meds prescribed by his doctor to help his stress and depression induced insomnia...pouring nearly the whole bottles contents into his palm then shoving the pills in his open mouth throwing his head back soon followed by chugging some water in a large cup that sat near by to wash the pills down his thought and into his stomach. he sighed walking over to his bed flopping onto it holding Kuma close to his chest sadly smiling knowing he could now escape soon drifting to a sleep in which Matthew would never wake his last words being...

"I'm sorry for my presence..."

(this first story is alternate universe human Canada)