The Sound of Silence (RusCan)

Chapter 3: Not Completly Forgotten

Slowly and carefully, Matthew took the note out of its envelope. Inside there was a neatly folded piece of paper. Matthew unfolded to paper to reveal more of that beautiful handwriting. It was a long note. "For me?" He whispered before he started to read.

'Dear Canada,

Every day, every night. I am alone. Never have I ever had a friend. I don't know why they all hate me. Is it because of my looks? My odd tendencies? My voice? Why?? What did I ever do to be hated? All my life I've been tormented, beaten, forced into work, taken over, invaded, the list never ends.

All I want in life is to find...something? I just want to be not unhappy. I just want to be...content. I don't know what I've done wrong. Everyone says I'm a monster, am I? Am I really a monster? I do not know. Everyone is afraid of me. Why is that? I don't understand. I'm so alone.

I may be cold and dark, but that does not mean I'm heartless right? Right? Am I heartless? What am I doing wrong? Why can I not get people to like me? I do not remember many wrongdoings. I want someone to teach me how to be nice and get people to like me. I do not know who. Nobody wants to teach me, they probably think I'll stab them or something. Go figure. I'm hopeless I guess. I guess I'll have to wait till our inevitable end before I can have the sweet release of death. Being immortal is a curse in and of itself.

I can't be freed from the emptiness inside. I lack many things that would make me a nice person. I wish someone would teach me these things.

I don't know why I'm writing this all to you comrade. You probably don't know who this is. Good. We'll keep it that way.

Just so you know, I know who you are. You're not worthless and you have more potential to be great then you'll ever know. You're so young, please don't end up like me. Make friends, stay peaceful. Stay out of international drama, it'll pay off in the future. I see so much in you. I see my past self in you, except you haven't seen what I had at your age. I hope it stays that way. Nobody deserves to suffer like that. Even if people continue to forget you, just know there is someone who remembers you. That someone is me. Don't ever let the thought of being forgotten bring you to do things you may regret. It's not worth it, trust me.

I know you don't know who I am but just remember I care for you. I really do. I hope someday I'll be able to reveal myself but.. I don't want you to be afraid. So I won't for now. Okay, take care young one. You're beautiful in every way. This world depends on you, you have a very bright future I can tell. You are the key to our race's success. And I know that you will live out your full potential and someday, people will honour you and cherish you. Please keep this in mind and never let anything or anyone tell you otherwise. You are beautiful, you are strong, and you are bold. You are the future.

Signed, your Polar Opposite.'

"My 'Polar Opposite'? Who is that?"

Matthew read and reread the note several times over, trying to find some clue to the writer's identity.

'How do they know who I am? And if they know who I am why have they never talked to me?' Matthew thought, beyond confused.

This person's words, they did something to him.

'All my life I've been tormented, beaten, forced into work, taken over, invaded, the list never ends.'

'All I want in life is to find...something? I just want to be not unhappy. I just want to be...content. I don't know what I've done wrong. Everyone says I'm a monster, Am I? Am I really a monster? I don't know. Everyone is afraid of me. Why is that? I don't understand.'

'I am so alone.'

"Me too.." Matthew ran his finger over those words. "I am so alone.."This person seemed to know about Matthew's insecurities. They seemed to know how alone he truly felt inside.

'Even if people continue to forget you, just know there is someone who remembers you. That someone is me. Don't ever let the thought of being forgotten bring you to do things you may regret. It's not worth it, trust me.'

'Who?' Matthew wondered.

At first, he thought it could've been France, but Francis didn't write in the same style the note was in. He knew by the way the note was written and the handwriting it probably wasn't Francis. He knew full well Alfred could never write so 'sappy' like that. England didn't like to vent in writing, he usually did it with his imaginary friends. Matthew was confident in the fact that Arthur had absolutely no idea who he was.

"So not my family.." he sighed.

"Who?" Kuma asked.

"The person who wrote me this note, I can't figure out who it is.."

"Alfred?" Kuma suggested.

"No, not him. I don't think it was anyone in my family."

Matthew decided to keep the letter on his desk. He really wanted to know who the country that had not only remembered who he was, but cared enough to write him a note. He was honoured somebody thought him trustworthy enough to vent to about being alone. They expressed their want for guidance, friendship, quite clearly. Matthew wondered if they wanted his guidance. But how could he befriend someone if they remained anonymous?

Matthew wanted answers. He wondered if there was anyone who could help him out. He continued to think about it for the rest of that evening. He decided that the next day he was going to determine who it was, and maybe make a friend...

'I know you don't know who I am but just remember I care for you. I really do. I hope someday I'll be able to reveal myself but.. I don't want you to be afraid. So I won't for now.'