You were invisible. No one payed attention to you; not your parents, your classmates, not even your pet(s) would pay attention to you. You were all alone in the world.

Those were your thoughts as you trudged to your locker. You saw numerous faces, each one you recognized, but they weren't bound to recognize you. The one that immediately caught your attention was Alfred F. Jones and his horde of fangirls. Standing right next to him was his half-brother Matthew Williams. Even quiet Matt was noticed more than you.

The group passed you, one girl knocking you over and spilling your papers. She didn't even look back or say anything. You quietly bent down to pick up your now trampled papers.

Suddenly, the paper that you were about to grab was picked up. You looked up, thinking to see maybe a teacher or a new student, but instead you saw Matthew.

His large curl was slightly in your face. You kind of wanted to touch it, but you knew that was crossing some sort of personal space line.

He was wearing his usual Canada Maple hoodie along with jeans and converse. He wasn't overly excited and loud like his brother, but he still managed to look kind of...cute.

"T-thank you," you stuttered to him. He looked up and gave you a small smile.

"It's alright. Sometimes this happens to me, too," he whispered.

After he gave you the rest of the papers, he just smiled and stood there. You didn't know what to do! No one really talked to you before, heck, even the teachers barely remembered your name. You did the only thing you could think of.

"Bye!" you blurted. Then you high-tailed it to your homeroom, blushing like an idiot. Luckily, he wasn't in your homeroom or your 1st period class, so you could avoid him for the rest of the morning.

Nothing much happened for the rest of the day. Classes were boring, you were unnoticed, it was just a normal day.

Until lunch.

You sat down at your regular table, you know, the one in the back of the cafeteria with only one person. Yeah, that's where you sat.

It was going fine for a while. You just sat and watched people at other tables. The one you always payed attention to was the loud one with all of the popular people. How could you ignore them? They were so loud.

Soon, one of them got up. You didn't see who at first because his back was to you. He grabbed his tray and turned around. Then you saw who it was.

You thought he was just going to throw away his food, but your face paled when he headed over to your table. You then tried to act normal. You didn't want to be caught staring at him.

He was now standing on the other side of the table, right in front of you.

"Mind if I sit here?" Matthew asked.

"N-no. G-go ahead," you muttered without lifting your head. You two sat like that for the rest of the period. After the bell rang, the Canadian gathered his food and whispered "Bye, (Y/N)." 'He actually knew my name,' you thought.

This went on for a few days; he sat with you, you never talked, and he always told you goodbye as he went to his next class. You didn't have any other classes with him, so there weren't any other awkward encounters with him besides lunch.

One day at lunch, you finally decided to talk.

"H-hey, Matthew? W-why do always sit with me?"

He seemed taken aback by the question. Those were the most words he had ever heard you say.

"I guess I got tired of sitting over there at that table." He pointed over the loudest table. "It's much to loud for my taste. I kind of needed to get away from that."

Tears suddenly pricked your eyes. You had maybe thought he actually wanted to sit next to you. But no. He just wanted to escape. 'And where better to hide than next to a nobody, right?'

"Oh, I see," you said back trying to keep your voice from shaking. He realized what he just said.

"No! (Y/N), I didn't mean it like that, I m-"

"No, no. It's okay. I'm used to it. And where better for you to hide than with a nobody like me," you whispered the last part to yourself.

"You're not a nobody," he said. You laughed mockingly.

"Right. And people just ignore me because they care. I sit alone, I walk alone, no one even notices me. It's almost like I'm..."

"Invisible," he finished. Your head shot up at him. He chuckled.

"Yeah. I know how you feel. It always feels like that with me, too."

"But, you're always surrounded by friends. And your brother..."

"My brother barely notices me. Sometimes people mistake me for him even though we don't look that alike. It's like I'm just Alfred's shadow."

Wow. He did get noticed unlike you, but for all the wrong reasons. At least people knew you for you.

"And those aren't my friends. They're Al's, too. I bet half of them don't even know my name," he continued sounding defeated.

"I guess we're both invisible," you told him. He frowned slightly, then immediately perked up.

"We're not invisible if we have each other."

You looked at him, perplexed by his comment. He immediately blushed and looked away.

"I-I meant, i-it's good to have another friend around," he said. You nodded.

"Yeah," you whispered back at him.

The bell then rang and you two gathered your stuff. Your slung your bookbag over your shoulder and he his.

As he was about to leave, he looked to you and said, "Bye, (Y/N)." And today, you finally answered back.

"Bye, Matt."

From then on, you weren't alone. You didn't have any other friends, but you always had Matt. You two were there for each other when no one else was. He even introduced you to his brother and his friends (though they weren't really your crowd). You both were usually alone or with each other, and you were happy that way. Your life didn't change much except for one thing; you were no longer invisible.
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(A/N): Yes! Three One-Shots down! Thanks again for the request Hetalia_BAE890! I kind of see this one as ironic because people think Canada is the invisible one, and this was kind of a change-around to have him be the more noticed one. So you guys can still request any pairing you want in the comments (I also do 2ps) below. I'll try to update as soon as I can!