Canada's Family Portait

Me: I got the idea of this from a video on YouTube and the song Family Portrait.
I do not own Hetalia Axis Powers or the song Family Portrait.
This is written on Canada's point of view, uses human name and is an alternate universe
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Momma please stop cryin'
I can't stand the sound
Your pain is painful and it's tearin' me down.
I can hear Arthur crying in the kitchen. It breaks my heart to see him like this. I know he has been drinking. He always drinks after they fight. I hate this. I hate hearing them shout insult after insult at each other. I hate hearing Arthur, and sometimes Francis, crying himself till he is too drunk to know why he is crying anymore.
I hear glasses breakin'
as I sit up in my bed
I told dad you didn't mean
Those nasty things you said.
Late at night I woke up to the sound of glass breaking. I can hear them fighting again. "WHY THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU CARE WHAT I DO OR DON'T DO!"
"I'M JUST SAYING IF YOU DIDN'T DRINK SO MUCH MAYBE ALFRED WOULDN'T HAVE LEFT!"
"GET THE BLOODY HELL OUT OF MY SIGHT! I CAN'T STAND TO LOOK AT YOU! YOU MAKE ME SICK! I DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN MARRIED YOU, YOU FROG!"
"FINE I WILL!"
I hear someone stomping up the stomping up the stairs and see Francis. "Papa?" I say, he just looked over to me, "I'm sure he didn't mean any of it. He's just drunk, is all." He just walked over and kissed my forehead.
I faintly heard him say, "Oh Matthew, if only you knew." Then he left down the hall to the guest room where he has been sleeping the last few weeks.
You fight about money,
'bout me and my brother,
And this I come home to,
This is my shelter.
I sling my bag off my shoulder as I walk inside my house, my 'shelter'. I know they are in the kitchen. I can hear them fighting again.
"THEY AREN'T MY KIDS! YOU CAN TAKE CARE OF THEM FROG! SINCE YOU ARE THE ONE WITH THE MONEY!"
"WE AGREED TO TAKE CARE OF THEM BOTH, TOGETHER ARTHUR!"
"DON'T TOUCH ME FROG! AND WHAT DOES IT MATTER WHEN ONE OF THEM LEFT US!"
"HE WOULDN'T HAVE IF YOU DID WHAT YOU HAD TO DO! AND TOOK CARE OF THE BOY INSTEAD OF BUYING YOURSELF ALL THAT RUM!
"WHAT ABOUT YOU AND BUYING ALL THOSE HAIR PRODUCTS! I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SPENDS A LOT OF MONEY!"
I just went upstairs to my room and sat in the corner of my room hugging my stuff bear. The walls were not enough to hide the yelling of my parents. This is my home, my 'shelter'.
It ain't easy growin' up in World War III
Never known' what love could be, you'll see.
I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has done my family.
It isn't easy for me to be here. It's like world war three to me. I have a crush on a girl at my school. But I am scared to talk to her. What if we were to end up like papa and Arthur? I don't want that to happen to me. No it is better to not love at all then to be hurt. I guess me and Kat will never be. This with her brother Ivan being protective of her is a good thing.
Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, mommy I'll do anything
I walked over to Arthur who was drinking his afternoon tea and reading a book. "Arthur?" I asked.
He looked up to me, "Yes Matthew, can I do something for you?" I sat down next to him.
"Can't you try to fix things with papa? I'm sure we can work it out somehow." I told him.
"I'm sorry lad, but sometimes things don't work out like you want them to." Arthur went back to reading his book and I left, I was fighting tears that were threatening to fall.
Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better, daddy please don't please.
The next time they fought I was sitting on the bottom steps of the stairs and they were upstairs. Then I heard the words I never wanted to hear.
"THAT IS IT! I CAN'T STAND TO BE HERE ANYMORE! I AM LEAVING THIS MAD HOUSE!" Francis yelled. I heard a door slam and someone walking down the stairs.
"Papa?" I asked. Francis smiled at me and gave me a hug.
"Je vous aime, prenez soin de vous."  He mummered into my ear then let me go and left through the front door.
I could feel tears fall down my face. "Please don't go, please papa, don't leave." I'll do anything to have a family again.
Daddy please stop yellin',
I can't stand the sound,
Make mama stop cryin',
Cause I need you around.
When Francis did come back it was the start of another fight. I wish they would stop yelling. I hate hearing them yell. After Francis left for work Arthur sat in the kitchen crying. 'Papa, why can't you see we need you? We need you to stop Arthur from crying. I need you to be around.'  I thought to myself.
My mama she loves you,
No matter what she says it's true.
I know that she hurts you,
But remember I love you too.
I went to visit Francis at work at the restraint he works with. When I found him we started talking and I started talking about Arthur.
"I know he said a lot of hurtful things but he still love you, you know." I said.
"Matthew…" He ran a hand through his hair. "Even when people love each other they fight, and sometimes love isn't enough." He got up to leave.
"I love you, papa." I hugged him before he could leave.
He wrapped his arms around me and whispered, "Je vous aime, prenez soin de vous" And then left.
I ran away today,
Ran from the noise ran away.
Don't wanna go back to that place,
But don't have no choice, no way.
I decided I would do the same thing Alfred did and run away. I ran away because I can't stand the sound. I don't want to go back. But I know I will have to back sometime. I hugged my stuff bear closer and sigh. I look up and saw it would start snowing too. "I guess I have no choice but to go back to that place, eh." As the snowflakes started to fall I walked back home. Hoping maybe today they wouldn't be fighting.
It ain't easy growin' up in World War III
Never known' what love could be, well I've seen
I don't want love to destroy me
Like it has done my family.
I curled myself into a ball as a hear shouting coming from down the hall. I try not to make a sound at all. 'If this is what love does to you I don't want to fall in love. I don't want to go through what they are going through.' I wince at the sound of breaking glass comes from the direction my parents are in.
Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better,
Mommy I'll do anything.
I know that if I go into the kitchen this morning I will find Arthur is doing one of three things. One would be crying out for papa. Two he will be drinking some type of alcohol. Or three, he will destroying the kitchen with his cooking. But I can't remember the last time the last one happen. It has always the first two that have been happening for a while now. I would do anything to change that.
When I go in I see that Arthur was indeed drunk. But this time he was crying out for papa too. 'I just want them to work it out and things to be better. I would do anything.' I want to put my hand on his shoulder as a sign of comfort but I get scared and leave.
Can we work it out?
Can we be a family?
I promise I'll be better,
Daddy please don't leave.
"Please, papa, you can't leave." I beg as Francis was packing his things. Arthur was in his bedroom crying. I'm sure if Francis wasn't so mad he would have heard it.
"I'm sorry Matthew; it is for the best for your mama and me to take a break." He said. He always liked to joke calling Arthur our mom. I would have smiled if it were any other time, but not now.
"Can't you guys work it out?" I say, 'Please I want us to be a family again. "I promise I will do better, just don't leave." I knew I was crying.
That made him stop and he walked over. "Shh, shh, mon petit, you don't have to do anything, you will understand when you are older." He was rubbing my back to calm me down. With that he kissed my forehead and took his things.
I our family portrait
We look pretty happy.
Let's play pretend,
Let's act like it comes naturally.
I picked up an old album that was filled with old pictures. I saw one with all of us. We all look so happy in it. 'What happened? What changed? Why can't we act like we are a happy family?" I flipped through the pictures.
I don't wanna have to split the holidays,
I don't want two addresses.
I don't want a step-brother anyways,
And I don't want my mom to have to change her last name.
I was visiting Alfred because Francis and Arthur told me I couldn't be at the house today. I had just finished explaining to him how much had changed since he left. "Al, what do you think is going to happen?" I asked.
"I think they are going to get a divorce." He said. He notices my shocked face, "Hey it won't be that bad. You get to spend the holidays with one or the other, you get two houses and if one of them re-marries you might get another brother. Arthur will change his last name though." Alfred tried to make it sound not so bad but I knew he was sad too.
"But I don't want that." I said, Alfred just gave me a hug as I cried on him.
In our family portrait,
We look pretty happy.
W look pretty normal,
Let's go back to that.
I held an old picture from when Alfred and I were kids. He had climbed an apple tree trying to get an apple and got stuck. I smile at that and wish that we could go back to those days.
In our family portrait,
We look pretty happy.
Let's play pretend,
Act like it goes naturally.
I had a dream that night. We were all having a picnic together. Everyone was smiling. We were a happy family. Then I woke up to the sound of them fighting again. 'Why can't they at least pretend they are a normal family?'
Daddy don't leave.
Daddy don't leave.
Daddy don't leave.
Turn around please.
Remember that the night you left
You took my shining star?
Alfred came up with the idea of having a family dinner. It had started fine but one thing led to another and they ended up fighting. "IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT THEN YOU CAN JUST LEAVE!" Arthur pointed to the front door
"YOU KNOW WHAT ARTHUR! I WANT A DIVORSE!" Francis yelled. Arthur looked shocked but recovered.
"FINE! I DON'T NEED YOU ANYWAY!" Arthur snapped backed.
Francis left the kitchen and started heading for the front door. 'Please no, don't leave. Papa, please don't leave.' I ran after him but I only made it in time to see the door slam. I head upstairs and to my room.
Through the window of my bedroom I could see Francis walking down the street. 'Turn around please, can't you see what you are doing. My last shining star is gone. You took it with you.' I felt my knees give out from me and Alfred wrapped his arms around me. Under my breath I made promises I knew I wouldn't be able to keep just hoping that maybe it would stop him from leaving.
Mom will be nicer,
I'll be so much better,
I'll tell my brother.
Alfred started doing the same. I knew he wanted us to be a family just as much as I wanted it.
Oh, I won't spill the milk at dinner.
I'll be so much better,
I'll do everything right.
I'll be your little girl forever,
I'll go to sleep at night.
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Me: I feel horrible for writing this. I made Mattie so sad. Forgive me Canada *hugs Canada*
Canada: I-It's ok
Me: Anyway, reviews will make Canada smile so do it.