Fading away

                                    

                                          
*Matthew's P.O.V.*
                          
It had been a day like any other for me, Matthew Williams. I was standing just outside the meeting room, about to walk in. The moment I did, I was greeted with arguing countries. I sighed and sat my seat, next to America. This was normal and actually happened quite often. Nothing was going to be new and nothing was going to get done.
                          
I watched Alfred as he got on a table and began yelling 'I am hero' while England tried to calm him down and papa was flirting with various countries... again. Sometimes I wondered how I was related to him. 
                          
I watched a few more countries argue over some pretty useless things and that's when Germany finally had enough.
                          
"Alvite, zat is enough. we are going to get zings done today, vezer you like it or not." Many countries jumped in surprise at Germany's sudden outburst so the meeting continued, slightly more orderly, but still pretty chaotic...
                          
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After three hours, the meetings had finally ended. Nothing really useful, helpful or intelligent had been suggested during the meeting, so it was a pretty pointless one. I sighed and began to pack up my things. I didn't necessarily hurry though, all of the countries had left already.
                          
I thought about the meeting and despite it being uneventful, I actually had a few things happen to me that did not leave me happy. I had been skipped six times today and was even sat on by Russia at some point! 
                          
I felt an empty pang in my chest, but it didn't feel like it normal lonely one I usually felt. It felt as if.... some part of me was missing... like it was getting torn out of me...
                          
Then, that's when it happened. I felt a weird tingling sensation in hand that left me cold, really cold. I turned to look at it and yelped. Where a solid normal hand should be stood instead a pale faded SEE-THROUGH hand! It was as if I were a ghost!
                          
I was so freaked out about my hand, I didn't even notice Alfred was still here and had heard me yelp and turned to look at me. "Whoa, Mattie bro, are you alright!?" 
                          
I quickly hid my hand in my pocket and turned to look at him.
                          
"Y-yeah," I said with a plastic smile, "I'm totally fine.... dude...." Alfred liked unsure and he looked like he were about to argue, but I interrupted him. "I need to go now, bye Al." With that I rushed out of the conference room into the hall, with my hand still hidden.
                          
I ran halfway home in panic before I came to his senses and called a taxi to take me the rest of the way. Since the meeting was in America, my house was a reachable distance. Somewhere along the ride, I realized my hand retuned to normal. I relaxed a little, but I was still very tense.
                          
After I quickly paid the man for his services, I ran the remaining distance to my house frantically and I kicked the door open and slammed it shut. I falling to my knees a moment after and buries my face in between them and wrapped my arms around them. I was so scared.
                          
Suddenly, I felt a pang of pain in my chest, nothing like I had ever felt before. I fell to the floor, clutching the area above my heart tightly. It felt horrible, I felt as if someone had just set me on fire, but then I noticed something strange... I felt the tingling sensation in my hand again and turned to look at it, my eyes went wide as I felt them fill with tears. I saw my hand disappear in the sort of way a computer glitch did. I knew what this meant...
                          
'No no no no no' I thought desperately, 'this can't be happening! Not yet anyway!' The tears began to spill from the corners of my eyes. 
                          
"C-Canada?" I heard kumajirou whimper, coming out of the little house he usually stayed in while I was away. I then remembered i had left him at home, since he hated the meetings.
                          
"A-are you alright?" 
                          
I smiled lightly at him once the burning feeling vanished and attempted to sit on my knees. I was happy he cared and that he remembered my name. 
                          
The moment I successfully managed to prop myself up he crawled over to me and snuggled between my arms. He started to cry lightly. "You're so cold Cana," he said "What's wrong?" 
He knew as well as I did what was happening, but he was in denial, I guess. But there was no point in lying to him either way. Both of us knew what was happening.....

                          
I was fading away, slowly dying.