A/N hey guys if anyone is reading this I just wanna say... YOU ARE ALMOST AS AWESOME AS ZEH AWESOME PRUSSIA... Thank you for reading and just a slight warning this story will contain self harm.
All he felt was pain. It was everywhere around him. Burning lines of fire across his arms and stomach, as the blade bit into his flesh. He didn't even mind the pain really. In fact, he relished it. The pain was his escape from reality. No one ever noticed him, no one even cared how much he was hurting, both on the inside and out.
His name was Matthew Williams.
And he was broken.
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" Matthieu! Dinners ready!" Papa France shouted out to me from downstairs. "Coming!" I yelled from my bathroom that connects to my bedroom, mopping up the blood from one of my recent cuts. I know I promised myself I wouldn't bring the pain back, but I needed the blood to seep out and fix the cracks in my soul.
When I was finished cleaning up my mess, and had switched my shirt to a long-sleeved sweater with a maple leaf, I walked down the stairs and sat at the dining room table.
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Broken
FanfictionCanada is slowly spiralling into a depression, and all without realising that there is one country that has always noticed him.
