Matthew Williams :: Canada :: Ready to be Judged!

[Matthew Williams]

Matthew Williams

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Um, well… You can call me Matthew, or in French Matthieu. I’m actually quite partial to the French way… My brother tends to just shorten my name to “Matt” or “Mattie”. I don’t really mind with him though “Mattie” in a formal setting just sounds childish….

I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
M-Male! My brother hasn’t been telling you otherwise, has he?

GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
I’m nineteen, born on July 1st… That would make me a Cancer. I don’t have the disease, ha ha, very funny. I was born on Canada Day~! Which kind of sucks because no one remembers it, but.

WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
Oh, hockey! Well, during the season, anyway. Off season, I still like to ice skate… Or canoe! Not much better than going out an canoeing away one’s problems, eh? I don’t chop wood like some kind of lumberjack either – Please don’t listen to my brother. I’m sure he’d tell you something like that.

I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
George Clooney? The guy that tends to be in films with Brad Pitt? U-Um. Well. If he’s gay, then he’s gay, right? Except I thought he had a kid or something… Maybe bisexual? Either way… It’s not like it’d bother me. I mean, I’m pretty bisexual with a strong leaning towards homosexual..

WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
Try to get people to realize I exist and am NOT a ghost? Um. I like going to the zoo to watch polar bears. They’re so fun to watch playing in the water and shredding apart seal meat! I’ve even got one trained to play with me at the glass. I hope that maybe I can get a job working with them sometime… I also like to read, play hockey, figure skate I’m not helping my masculinity, I realize and go on nature walks/hikes. Maybe even do a little work with growing…things. Eheh.

DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
Wait – Isn’t this the same thing as the above question in a way? I-I mean, I enjoy everything I do in my spare time. Er. So now I need to think of more things? You’re very redundant, Mr. Survey Taker…

I enjoy spending time in the company of friends. Or. Well. The handful that I have. I really like spending time with my brother too even if I suspect he thinks he’s too “awesome” to hang around me anymore! I like going and holing up in libraries to read too, because it’s nice and quiet there. I mean, you’d think I already got enough of the “quiet” thing, but it’s a different kind of silence. I really do like canoeing as a way to release stress, or disappearing for hours on a nature hike. It’s not disappearing if no one realizes you LEFT, but that’s beside the point. If I can’t hike? Long walks in the snow suffice just as much.

I enjoy hockey more than your average person too. After all, hockey season is all year if you ask any proper fan.

WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
I thought that would have been visible throughout this entire survey… Being ignored/invisible/forgotten/sat upon all grates on my nerves pretty bad. I’ll be gentle about it for a long while (I’m pretty passive aggressive here), but at some point I’m not going to take it any longer. Al knows. Ask him. Losing at hockey does too, and I go to a dark, dark place when that happens, only able to be consoled by massive amounts of syrup. This is worst when the Stanley Cup is lost.

I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
I keep coming back to it, but I’m good at hockey. Very good. Better than my brother could ever wish to be. I’m pretty good at ice skating, but I guess I’ve played hockey too long, because it’s not as graceful and fluid as I want it to be… I should probably practice on that more. I’m a great person to talk to when someone sees me, and I’ll never tell someone’s secrets. You’ll probably forget you told me anyway.

THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
Being visible? I seem to have a big problem with that. Or maybe just being memorable. I’m not as good at interpersonal relationships… I kinda clam up? I’m not really used to people talking to me, so when someone does I tend to stammer and blush a lot, which my brother makes fun of me for. I’m not a very good speaker in public either, like getting up in front of a class to do a presentation. I’m prepared, and I can even talk without shaking too much, but again somehow people don’t see me. Or hear me. Or something.

I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
W-Why would you even want to do both at the same time? That doesn’t even make sense! Are you Alfred in disguise? This sounds exactly like something he’d say AND do.

YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
Oh.. I’m not too picky here. Someone who can see me is a plus or, if they can’t, someone who’s into dating ghosts would work, I’d have to say. Maybe someone who can share my interests. Speaking French is a plus…
…I-I really hope you don’t want sexual kinks here. I’m not too sure I should go sharing that.

OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
Loud, boisterous, arrogant, cocky… People like that tend to make me steer away from them pretty fast. I mean, if I got involved with someone who wanted to receive more attention from everyone else than they wanted to give and share with me? I-I don’t think that would work.

FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
M-Maple! I’m sorry..!

OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
C-Can I correct your grammar? It should be “you’re” in your questionnaire… But. Um. Okay? Sure? Why not?

FAVORITE FOOD?
Poutine. Or pancakes with a LOT of maple syrup!

FAVORITE SUBJECT?
History… or French. I’m really fond of both!

FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
Holiday? Canada Day, of course! That counts as a Holiday, right? ….right? You DO know what Canada Day IS, don’t you? I explained it up above and.. Were you even listening? Eugh, probably not. Damn it. As for Season… I like Fall best. I like watching the leaves change colours and walking through the forests with the crunch of leaves beneathe my feet.

FAVORITE WORD?
“Maple” or “Eh”. Both count, right? I mean, they’re words..

FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
Right around sunset – It isn’t too late, and I love the display of colour across the sky.

FAVORITE COLOR?
Red! Not like blood red, but an autumn-ey red. Maple red.

WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
Well… I guess I’m kind of shy when you get down to it. I don’t get spoken to a lot, so I’m used to being by myself – When someone actually sees me and notices me? It’s a bit of a shock and, for a little while, I’m not too sure how to act. I’ll open up really fast, though, so long as you’re nice and don’t confuse me with my brother. I’m very smart, at least I’d like to say I am, and I’m very loyal to what friends I make. I’ll never turn my back on you, even if you hurt me. I might sulk a little, then convince myself you didn’t mean it. I don’t act like this all of the time.

Hm… Maybe I should say “when the weather is right” I can actually be rather loud and I’d think it would be rather hard to ignore me. Life dictates otherwise. I’m very visible when it comes time to play hockey but it would be kind of hard to ignore someone when they body check you against the wall, or just watch it. I will also only let myself get pushed to a certain point before I try to retaliate. Overall, though? I’m friendly, kinda on the quiet and “nerdy” side (as my brother would use…), and always willing to make a friend.

MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
Honestly? I have parents, but we don’t really talk that much… Both kind of favour my brother. Alfred is my twin but we were born on different days… This doesn’t make any sense, does it?, and he’s the only family I really care about even if he forgets me half of the time.

VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS COLLEGE?
Unlike my brother, I was born in Canada and have a dual citizenship. I’ll never drop my Canadian citizenship and I want to go back so bad. I went through most of my schooling alongside my brother, so it only seemed natural that I go to college with him too, right?

AWESOME. WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
Right now, I’m trying to convince the local zoo to let me work part-time with the polar bears. I think I’ve almost won them over too! But what I’m actually here for is history. I think I want to teach the subject? I don’t know… I might just get lucky and be able to work with polar bears for the rest of my life, though. In Canada, of course. That… That would be nice too.

OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
1. For, at least a day be seen by everyone and let them know how I really feel get to experience everything my brother does.
2. A polar bear. Maybe one that will stay small so I can carry him around. It would be pretty cool if he could talk too..
3. Uwah… Um. I’d wish for my brother to stay happy – He’s really important to me.


WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
Since you were talking to me? Sure. It was amazing. Please don’t go away yet?

SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
With anyone? Er… Well, no, I’m not seeing anyone, if that’s what you’re asking, eh. I’m tragically single.

WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
I hope you’re not teasing me. Or making fun of me. I… I think the zoo would be a nice place to begin, so I can introduce you to the polar bears there. I named one after my stuffed bear. He’s the laziest one~

HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
R-Really? But you said you didn’t like me and… N-Now I’m confused. That’s not a very nice thing to do! I’m free if you were serious. Oh, Gosh, that sounds desperate…

ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
I’m really nervous about coming to this school… I know I won’t see my brother that much, so it’s kind of sad, and I worry about if I’ll actually be able to make friends outside of him. Here’s hoping though, right? At least I have Kumajiro to talk to. Even if the stuffed animal doesn’t talk back.

THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
EH?! N-No, don’t DO that!!
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Maple has been trying to escape this doggone planet for twenty-one years, but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for twelve years. too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in the Eastern timezone. you can always reach them at [e-mail], [e-mail], littleredmaple on Skype, or [e-mail] ..

ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going:

October 16th, 1970 : The War Measures Act

” I am confident that those persons who unleashed this tragic sequence of events with the aim of destroying our society and dividing our country will find that the opposite will occur. The result of their acts will be a stronger society in a unified country. Those who would have divided us will have united us.”

Matthew listlessly watched as his Prime Minister spoke to the nation through the broadcast on his television, blue-violet eyes barely blinking as the images flickered on his old television system. Enacting the War Measures Act… The boy let out a shaky little breath and finally closed his eyes, blocking out the images on the screen as the man continued to speak in the background, a little noise to speak louder than Matthew’s inward thoughts.

Never had he anticipated they would be forced to go this far.

Another noise, not one from his television set, distracted him for a moment and he cracked open a single eye to glance at the bear sleeping soundly on the couch beside of him. Kumajiro was snoring again… Part of the Canadian wanted to laugh about it, but right now he didn’t feel like he could even draw the breath into his lungs. Parts of him hurt all over. So many bombings had occurred…and already so many had been injured. The crisis had to end. He couldn’t take this dull throb anymore.

” I sense the unease which grips many Canadians today. Some of you are upset, and this is understandable. I want to reassure you that the authorities have the situation well in hand. Everything that needs to be done is being done; every level of government in this country is well prepared to act in your interests.”

’It would be in everyone’s best interest to let Quebec separate,’ a nagging voice, something lower in the back of his mind that spoke only in French, whispered. ’It’s what they deserve.’

Matthew shuddered hard and shook his head out, arms falling down onto either side of his body to shove himself up from the couch. Shaking legs carried him to his television, and the same fumbling hands reached out to flip the old equipment off before he could make eye contact with his young Minister. He didn’t need that right now.

“I need sleep… That’s all.” Canada mumbled quietly to himself, even as the shaking appendage rose to run itself through his curly blonde locks. “Y-Yeah… I’ll feel better in the morning, eh?”

He slept that night, with Kumajiro clutched tight in his arms, wishing for that other voice to shut up and leave him alone. He wished for the sick feeling in his stomach to cease. He wished for James Cross and Pierre Laporte to be released. He wished he understood why some part of him felt the release was an unobtainable dream.

That night, Matthew dreampt of his own hands around Perre Laporte’s neck. He dreampt of shoving the body into the back of a vehicle and clapping them together, then rubbing, as if smoothing imaginary dust off and away; a job well done.

The next day Pierre Laporte’s body would be found, deceased – strangled and shoved in the back of a car.

((This was my sample post for a Hetalia Historical-Based Advanced-Lit role play I’m a member of, so please mind the… darker theme to it. I don’t write the super!moe Canada either. =/ He’s much more than that. But..yeah. This was one that only took me five minutes to write. I spent no real time on it, ahaha.

Also, you may notice in the survey up there a LOT of scratched-though statements. That's the easiest way to dictate Matthew's "underbreath" comments or his "aside" statements when writing in first-person point of view like that. As you see in my sample above, that doesn't happen in third person.))

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[Hall Stefánsson]

Awww. >o<. W-Why so adorable, Canada? XD Anyway, I loved the application. I'm happy you didn't make him too quiet, or too, 'feh-ish', and you got the character down pretty good, and your writings great too. Welcome aboard~ Don't forget to ask for a dorm, and yadayadayada. <3 ~

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