North American Secrets

Abuse

Once again the room was replaced by a familiar white void.

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The memory began to play panning to a large office.

A young Canada was shown accompanied by an adult. That adult was pacing the room while the boy was looking down fiddling with the hem of his shirt in a nervous matter.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked in a booming voice startling the young Canadian.

The man stopped and looked right into Mathieu's eyes.

"You're so useless sometimes...."

"W-what?"

"You heard me. You're never seen. Never recognized. Why can't you be like your brother?!"

"I-I'm so-sorry..."

"No wonder France abandoned you!"

"But he's my papa! He wouldn't do that! He'll come back I promise! I can be a great country!"

France looked down in shame.

"Prove it."

The man walked past Canada tripping him before exiting the room, laughing.

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The next scene showed an older Mathieu working in his own office.

*knock knock*

"Come in." Mathieu called, still focused on whatever he was on.

A man entered the door.

Canada visibly tensed up.

"So..." the man started, "how did the meeting go?"

"It went well, sir..."

"Were you able to get any ideas out?"

"N-no sir."

"And why is that?"

"Because... I wasn't seen... but America did. And Mexico!"

"Well that's because they're your siblings!" The man was now yelling.

"We can't progress as a country if we can't even officiate trade affairs or alliances! Heck you can't even talk to one of them like a normal person! Half of the damn world doesn't know you even exist!"

"Sir, I'm sorry."

"You better be!"

The man walked over to Mathieu and slapped him across his face over the desk.

"Don't disappoint me next time."

And with that the man stormed out of the room.