ReturnMatthew covers his mouth as he sobs silently.
Tears are streaming down his face, dripping onto his pajama pants, his knees curled against his chest. He wants to quit his tears, but is unable to. He cannot force himself to stop. He has held this inside of him much too long, and he wants this pain to end more than his tears.
Matthew swears silently, in his head, inaudible to human ears.
His cheeks begin to sting from all the water drizzling down, and he hopes and prays no one will come in to check on him at this hour. He hurriedly wipes his face, but knows it still has the mark of a crying one. He swallows heavily, and tries to calm himself.
He does not succeed. Instead, Matthew cries more.
Matthew cries for everything. He cries for being bullied when he was younger. He cries for his brother who's had to protect him for so long. He cries for Gilbert, the one who couldn't return his feelings for him. He cries for Victoria, the island girl who's stood up for him for as long as he could rem
Prussia X Canada: NoticablePrussia X Canada:
It started out as any other World Meeting did. England and France were in their customary fist fight of the month; America was proclaiming himself as being the so-called "Hero", Russia was terrifying the Baltic states as he talked to them about something that only the world knew what, and China was complaining loudly about how the nations had deteriorated since world knows how many years had passed (in other words he was preaching to his imaginary choir about his woes of being one of the oldest countries still in a good amount of standing). In all honesty Canada was used to the fact that he was being left out of the rest of the countries tomfoolery, he was also used to the fact that the other countries kept forgetting he was there. The invisibility left the Canadian the ability to observe and learn about the others but it also left him with a feeling of loneliness. Sure America acknowledged him from time to time and France was able t