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Diary of an Insane Canadian

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Warnings: Violence, Character Death, Snapped!Character


Dear Diary,
Al was out almost all day today. When he finally came back in he was wet and dirty and he had something in his hands. Dad had a fit, of course but Al didn't seem to care. I didn't really care either. After all, dad's always like that. I was more interested in what he had in his hands that dad's complaining so I went over to get a better look. He opened his hands a bit to let me see what was in them and it turned out that he had caught a frog. I don't know how my big brother does that, frogs are much too fast and slippery for me to hold onto but he catches them all the time. Tomorrow, he said he could take me frog hunting with him and teach me how to hold onto them! I don't think I'll be able to learn it better than him 'cause Al's so cool and he's bigger and smarter and he can teach me things all the time. I'll sure try though, even though big brother's better than me, I'll still try!
-Mathew Williams


Mathew laughed a bit as he shut his journal. The entry had been written ten years ago, when he was seven. He and Al had been such idiots back then. Al was such a trouble maker when they were kids, always getting into things and pulling pranks. Heck, he STILL acted like a kid but thank god he had calmed down some since he was younger.

The boy tossed the old journal onto his bed and stood up. It was fun to look back over those old things sometimes because it gave a person a hilarious sense of god-I-was-so-dumb-back-then. He hadn't even known that thing was still around if he hadn't found it in the top of his closet while he was cleaning.

Bags of clothes sat on the floor around his closet as a result of his cleaning. He couldn't even remember the last time he had cleared it out and the amount of out-grown clothing that had piled up was unbelievable.

But enough about the closet, he had to finish getting his stuff together before he missed his bus. He had gotten so distracted by the old journal that he was going to be late if he didn't get a move on! Adjusting his glasses and slinging his bag over his shoulder, he stepped out the door to his room.

The rest of the people in the house were downstairs eating breakfast. As usual, Al and Emily were picking on each other mercilessly, wrestling over a glass of juice and trying to dump it over each other's heads as the trios dad, Arthur, scolded them to knock it off in the background.

Matt stood in the doorway and cleared his throat to let everyone know he was there. As usual, nobody heard him over the commotion. Nobody ever heard him over Al and Em when they were playing around. They made too much noise and his voice was much too quiet to be heard over it.

"Hey," he said to get their attention. As usual, he spoke softly, barely above a loud whisper in fact. "H-hey!"

No response from the others. The wrestling match continued and Arthur continued scolding the two of them. Matt sighed and knocked on the door frame, which was the usual way to get the family's attention.

The three of them raised their heads and turned to look at the boy standing in the door. Arthur rubbed the sleeve of his shirt across his face tiredly before addressing him.

"Good morning, Mathew," he yawned, "When did you get here?"

"I've been here the whole time..." he said, feeling more than a bit annoyed at the fact that this was becoming a daily routine to get the other's attention but not letting it show.

"Oh, have you?" Arthur asked, shooting a 'dad glare' at the two across from him who were still fooling around, "You really need to make more noise."

"Nope!" Al exclaimed, taking his eyes off his horse-play for the first time that morning, "Mattie's a ninja!"

Emily cracked up while Matt just sat down at his seat looking embarrassed and annoyed. He knew Al really hadn't meant any harm by his ninja comment, but he was becoming a bit more sensitive about it. It seemed that lately his quiet behavior was becoming more and more of a family joke and he in no way wanted to be the joke in his own family.

"Hey, dad," Emily said, "Can go to Sakura's afterschool today?"

Being the youngest of the three, Emily usually got the most attention and generally got what she wanted. She was so similar to Al, he absolutely loved her. Their dad gave her more attention because he felt that he should watch out for her more since she was only fifteen. And Al, when he was younger he was the troublemaker. He and Arthur didn't see eye to eye on a lot of things so of course he got attention. Often negative attention, but attention all the same. The quiet, middle child was actually a bit jealous of the two.

Arthur sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Not tonight, Emily," he sighed, "I have to work late and I'd prefer you and your brothers be at home in bed when I come home."

"Okay dad," she said, sounding a bit disappointed but understanding her dad's logic.

"Good girl," he nodded, "Now the bus is here. All of you, get moving!"

Dear Diary,
I miss my brother. I love Emily but it seems like the older she gets, the more she takes Al's attention away from me. I wish it could be the three of us together but I'm too different from them to fit into their group. Al and Em have always been similar and I'm the oddball in the family. I wish I was more like Al sometimes. He's so strong and cool and popular. Both of them are popular. They have so many friends at school, I've lost count of how many they have. I wish people at school would notice me the way they notice them but nobody does and when somebody does see me they mistake me for Al. I don't know why that happens. There's a bit of family resemblance but honestly I don't think we look that much alike. I know this sounds terrible but I miss when it was just the two of us and Al would take me frog hunting and out to the woods to build forts. I bet if I tagged along with him and Em though, they wouldn't even let me help them out. They'd probably forget I was there and ignore me. Face it, they're perfect. The perfect brother and sister. And you don't fit into the equation... not anymore.
-Mathew Willliams


Mathew tossed his bag onto the couch and sat down. Thankfully, his teachers hadn't assigned much homework that day. He'd get started on it in a few minutes but for right now he just needed to relax a bit.

A few minutes later, Al and Em came tumbling through the door, laughing their heads off as they goofed off and fake ninja battled each other. There went the peace and quiet.

Matt sighed. "Guys," he said, looking a bit annoyed when his two siblings didn't respond, "C-could you please keep it down? I'm trying to relax."

"This is my mountain and I had it first!" Al laughed, standing on a pile of coats in the middle of the floor and trying to push Emily off of it.

"Nrrroooo!" Emily cried as she was pushed off the pile, "My mountain!"

Matt was more than a little irritated that they hadn't noticed him but didn't say anything else to them. Instead, he grabbed his school stuff and went up to his room to get away from all the noise.

He set his bag down on his bed and started to take his notebooks out to finish his homework when he noticed the journal laying on the bed. He picked it up and examined it for a bit before opening it again. Maybe looking at it would help take his mind off of the frustration he was feeling.

Dear Diary,
Dad never notices me. Al and Em get all the attention as usual. What really irks me is that they always get attention and praise for their talents. I'm smart! I get the best grades out of the three of us! But dad never notices what I do! I's always Al and Em, Al and Em, Al and Em, and I'm sick of it! They're not the only two kids in this house and I want someone to just ONCE say "oh Mathew, you did this?" or "I'm so proud of you, Mathew!" Why are they so much better than me? I could be loud and make an impression if I wanted to! I just don't happen to want to! But should that be cause to ignore me all the time?
-A very angry Mathew Williams


Mathew slammed the book shut with disgust. Reading about one of his frustrated moments didn't help his frustration at all. In fact, it intensified it. Everything written there was true. Everything! Nobody noticed him, not even his own family noticed him! Em and Al got all the attention both at school and from their father! Why should he be ignored? They were loud and obnoxious and annoying but everybody loved them! Why couldn't anybody love the quiet little Canadian?

He threw the book onto his bed with much more force than necessary and slammed the door as he stormed out of the room. Nobody cared about him. If this was the way he had to live, he would have rather been an only child!

"Hey, bro!" Al shouted from the next room, "Could you make dinner? I'm starving!"

Mathew clenched his fists, his body shaking slightly from his frustration. Neither of the others noticed, they were too engrossed in what they were watching on TV.

"Why can't you get it yourself?" he demanded in that quiet voice of his.

"C'mon!" Al whined, "Pleeease! You cook better than us!"

Mathew sighed, feeling a bit more satisfied since Al had praised his cooking. "Alright then. I'll get it started."

Mathew walked into the kitchen and took out a pan. The other two would probably want burgers since they loved them but their dad hated them so they didn't get them very often.

He put the meat on and took the things to go on the burger out of the fridge. He was feeling a bit better than he had been before. Cooking always seemed to relax him a bit and he finally felt like he was getting a bit of attention from the other two.

Still, he was a bit irritated. As soon as his dad got home, you could guarantee that his moment would be over. He'd go back to being the invisible one around here. He sometimes wondered if the others even knew they were ignoring him. But he never said anything to them about it, he didn't want to know. If they admitted that they did, he wouldn't be able to take that.

He could feel his frustration building again at the thought that they knew that they were ignoring him, at the thought that they loved each other more than they loved him. What the heck was he doing? What was he to them, a burger chef? In a sudden moment of anger he picked up the plate he had been putting the onions he had been slicing on and threw it to the floor where it shattered into a million pieces with a loud CRASH. He laid the knife down and bent over to pick up the pieces of plate, which had scattered in every direction on the slippery linoleum.

"Hey, Em!" he called... er, whispered loudly, "Could you watch the burgers while I clean this up?"

"Sure!" Emily answered from the other room. She walked in and picked up the spatula to help out with the burgers.

"Thanks," he sighed, starting to gather the pieces of the broken plate. The ceramic shards were sharp and he had to handle them carefully. "Ow!" he exclaimed, holding his bleeding palm to his mouth.

Emily barely glanced at him as she continued cooking the food. He couldn't believe her! You'd think your own sister would be worried about you!

"H-hey! Don't you have something to say?" he asked.

"Hm? Like what?" she replied.

"L-like 'are you okay' or 'are you hurt'!" he replied.

"Not really," she said, her focus completely on the focused on the food, "You never complain about anything, you're always super quiet," she paused, "You know, sometimes I wish I was more like you."

Matt couldn't believe this. She couldn't even ask him if he was alright? Sure, it was just a small cut, but still! That ungrateful little- Didn't either of them think he was worth anything? He rose to his feet, his hand groping the counter behind him until his fingers brushed against what he was looking for.  

The last part of what she said about wishing she was like him had totally escaped him. Everything he had been doing since she had come along, everything he said, every day of his life, she and his brother had taken all the credit, all the attention! His father should pay attention to him! What had he been working for all this time, then? What had his grades and his work at school been for if not to please Arthur? But no, nobody EVER noticed what he did!

"Em..." he spoke in a calm, almost cheerful voice, "Why don't you come over here and give your big brother a hug?"

She turned away from the stove and set the spatula down. As far as she could remember, Matt hadn't asked her for a hug since she was still little. Why now? He was quiet and she knew that people ignored him at school but he always seemed to hold his head high. Or at least, if he did get angry, he did a good job of hiding it from them. But just maybe, he wasn't as cool with everything as he wanted them to think he was. Maybe he really was lonely. She wondered for a moment if she herself had been ignoring him. She hadn't meant to, he was just so quiet and he didn't really give off much of a presence when he entered a room so she just hadn't noticed him.

With that in mind, she smiled a bit and turned the burner off. "Sure, big brother," she said, "I'll give you a hug."

Emily approached her older brother and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his red t-shirt. It felt nice to hug him and she wondered why when she had noticed him, she hadn't gotten up and done it more often.

Matt put one arm around her shoulders and bowed his head slightly, a soft smile playing across his face. "Could you just... stay there just a moment, please?" he asked.
She nodded. He must like being hugged if he was okay with her clinging to him like she was. She didn't mind either, he was her brother, after all.

Matt smiled wider as he tightened his grip on the object behind him. "You look tired," he told her, "If you want to go to sleep I can bring your food up to your room."
She shook her head. "I'm fine," she said, "I stay up later than this most of the time."

"I don't think you get my point," he said, pulling the object from behind his back, his grin becoming nothing short of insane, "Emily, you need to sleep."

Dear Diary,
Emily's really sweet when she notices me. I still love her even though I stay unnoticed by her and Al most of the time. I don't think she means to ignore me but it still hurts not being noticed. It hurts a lot when nobody notices me. I'm ignored at school, at home, and everywhere else. It hurts so much that sometimes I swear if someone doesn't say something to me I'm going to go InSaNe...
-Mathew Williams


It was another late night. Arthur hated working late nights. He always felt like he was about to drop dead when he got home, and he always worried about the kids. He knew that Alfred and Mathew could take care of Emily but still, worrying about them was just a normal part of being a parent.

Arthur sighed and shuffled through some papers on his desk. Sometimes he just didn't get the point of late work. Usually all he did was file papers, there was hardly ever a call to go out to investigate anything or arrest anyone because all in all, this was a fairly safe town.

He was about to just go ask if he could go early because nothing was going to happen, when one of his fellow officers threw the door open.

"Arthur, we have a call to go out!" he said urgently.

"Now?" Arthur asked, "Really?"

"Yes," the other man nodded, "And there's something you probably need to know!"

"What is it?" he asked, getting a bit nervous.

"The call we got, i-it was from your place," he said quickly, "And-- Hey, slow down!"

By the time the other noticed that Arthur was leaving, he was already out the door and headed for the car. It was difficult just calming himself down enough that he could manage to put the gear in drive. He had dealt with many calls over his time at the station but never had he gotten or expected to get a call from his house. Dreaded maybe, but not expected. He hadn't even thought about how he'd handle it if he did get one, but so far, he didn't t think he was doing too well.

He arrived home about ten minutes later, throwing the car door open with enough force that it made a loud sound when it hit it's stopping point. He proceeded up the stairs and threw the front door open just as frantically and pulling his gun from its place on his belt in case he needed it for something. A metallic scent hung in the air, the scent of blood.

"Alfred?" he shouted, "Emily? Mathew?"

"Dad?" Matt answered him from the kitchen.

Arthur ran into the room, relieved that his middle child was alright. That was, until his mind calmed down long enough to take in the appearance of the room.

"I-I..." he swallowed, "W-what happened here?"

"They looked like they needed a nap," Matt stated plainly, smiling like it was the most sane, normal comment in the world and setting the blade back on the counter behind him, "So I let them sleep... because I love them."

Arthur swallowed hard and looked around in disbelief. Though he was never one to cry much, he could feel tears prickling in the corner of his eyes. He was at a loss for words.

"I loved them," he repeated, "They didn't love me, but I loved them so it's all okay," he grinned, approaching Arthur and throwing his arms around him like his father had just come home from a normal day at work, "And you love me too, right dad? I'm your favorite child."

(Time skip)

Arthur sighed as he sat down at his desk. He wasn't feeling well. He was feeling so bad in fact, that this was the first time he had shown up at work for two weeks.

The officers around him talked and discussed things like it was a normal day. Everyone was having a normal day except him.

"Hey, did you hear about what happened at Arthur's place the other night?" someone asked, "Apparently his son's mind went totally out the window. Killed his other two kids, I heard, and Arthur had to arrest him."

"HEY, SHUT UP!" Arthur shouted, sending a stapler hurdling in the other man's general direction. He then pushed his chair back and stood up, pulling his coat on. "Excuse me, I'm feeling ill again."

Dear Diary,
Today Em hugged me. It felt really good and it was almost a shame it had to end. But she was looking a little tired and she had to go to sleep. She and Al both, they turned in early tonight. It might have been a bit lonely by myself, but I'm used to being alone. Dad came home early too, and for once, I was the first person he noticed! It'll be so much better now with just dad and I because my siblings were really tired and they'll be sleeping for a long time. And I'm happy with dad because he notices me and I'm his favorite child!
I dOn'T rEgReT aNyThInG,
-Mathew Williams
Point comission I did for a friend of mine :icontheturtwig66:. I hope you like it and I hope I handled your request okay. I think I followed the lines you gave me.

-America and Fem!America in a bro sis relationship.
-Included Canada and England
-Dark
That was right, right?

I hope I worte it okay because this was actually my first time writing a really dark fic.

Also, here's a link to what I was listening to as I wrote it: [link]
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typhlosion4ever's avatar
Wooooah that was awesome! I love it so much. Part 2, pretty please!