A.N: I do not own Hetalia.

Chapter 1

12 Days

"So, what do you want for Christmas?" Alfred asked me. I shrugged. It's not like he's going to remember. He barely even remembers my name half the time. "Come on, Matt!" he whined, "Say something that can help me get you something!" I rolled my eyes. Sitting in the living room, waiting for our parents to get home, I was stuck with Alfred and his whining self. "Look, I don't want anything for Christmas," I replied. Alfred pouted. "So? I want to get you something!" he replied, then slumped in his seat, thinking.

12 days away from Christmas.

My name is Matthew Williams.

My papa is Francis Bonnefoy, and my half-father is Arthur Kirkland. My brother is (obviously) Alfred Jones.

You might be able to tell that I don't have the easiest life. Everybody forgets my name, who I am, forgets that I'm even there. People think of me as the "invisible" nation. So Canada is invisible? Wow, that's harsh. I live with two parents that bicker a lot, and a brother who bothers me with his words and needless "hero"ing. I don't need it, but I don't want to crush his spirits.

Going through dinner was boring. I was quiet the whole time, waiting for it to be over. Papa and father were talking, the arguments flaring up every once and a while, but they still seemed to smile at each other. Alfred would talk with them, and they would forget I was there. I sat there, watching them. It pained my heart a little to see them happy without me.

After dinner, I went to my room, closing the door as quietly as possible. I slipped over to my bed, laying down and taking out a notebook from underneath my pillow. It was a journal and a drawing notebook. Slipping a tiny pencil from my pocket, I drew a family portrait… but I left myself out. Looking at it, I saw a normal, content family, and I felt tears in my eyes. I quickly wrote something down before tossing the notebook aside and closing my eyes, waiting for sleep to come to me.

An hour later, I fell asleep, and lying next to me was the notebook.

What I want for Christmas is to be noticed… to feel wanted.

I never thought my prayer would be answered.

Ni, just a quick little thing. Since we're nearing the holidays, I felt like writing this. There's going to me more stuff (hopefully)

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