*^I don't own Hetalia^*
The future is tomorrow. This story takes place tomorrow, whenever that is. If it ever happens. But I'm telling it to you today. Maybe so you can stop it happening tomorrow.
My name is Matthew Williams. I'm never noticed. It doesn't bother me tomorrow, but it does today. I can't carry on a conversation. Someone will look at me, then blink and look through me. Like I'm a glass wall. It's there, but you can't see it, so why bother trying to see it?
This story starts in Canada. In a town that will exist tomorrow, don't worry. A town that is half of my soul. Toronto.
I was at the CN Tower that day tomorrow, in the elevator. I was alone, except for a girl of about 13. She apparently didn't see me. Of course she didn't. I'm the equivalent of invisible. But even if I wasn't, she wouldn't notice me. Her nose was stuck in a comic. Hetalia:Axis Powers.
I tried to make conversation with her at least twice.
"You like hetalia?" I asked. She didn't respond, just took some headphones out of a pocket in her green jacket and put them on. She obviously thought she was hearing things.
Finally, the elevator finished its climb and I stepped out. It was packed, as always on a Saturday. I would be bumped into, as no one would notice me. I walked towards the observation deck and went outside, even though it was winter and I was in a sweater. I don't feel cold unless it is really cold. (-40 or above) That's why I like cold.
I leaned as close as the fencing would allow to the edge. The cold winter breeze pushed my hair into my eyes. I removed my glasses so I could tuck my hair back behind my ear.
The observation deck was strangely deserted on that tomorrow. Except for me and the girl from the elevator. She didn't know I was there, so I slowly walked closer until I could closely see her Hetalia comic. She wasn't reading it now, just running her hand over the spine of the book.
"I wish..."
That was her speaking. Her voice was quiet against the winter winds and the screeching of people inside the tower.
"I wish this book were real... I wish I could meet..."
But the last words of that sentence were drowned out by a little kid yelling that it was too cold.
"W-W-Well, I wish I wasn't invisible!" I tried to yell, but it came out faint. But the girl whirled around, looked suspiciously at me, shook her head and turned away.
"I must be hearing things... I could have sworn I heard someone who had a voice like Canada's... But Canada wouldn't be invisible to me, would he?"
"C-Canada doesn't want to be invisible to anyone..." I said, half hoping she would hear.
Her face took on a nervous expression.
"Show yourself!!"
"I-I t-t-think you've been r-reading too many comics. I'm r-right here!"
"No you're not!" she yelled. I knew she was wondering why she had yelled at a voice inside her head. I could see she was freaked out.
I had a trick for getting people to notice me. I would hit my head on a wall. It worked with perceptive people. I quickly hit my head on the railing (ouch!) of the deck then stood up. The girl noticed the movement and focused on me, then started in shock when she realised I was there.
"H-h-hi," she stammered, "I'm Quinn A. Sparks, who are you, goodbye now."
She ran, but I yelled after her,
"I'm C-Canada."
She whipped around, faster than Kuma-something comes when it's dinner.
"Canada?"
