When I was little, I used to get picked on a lot. I was always quiet and kept to myself unlike the other countries. To avoid being picked on, or called upon to answer questions, I would pretend I was invisible. I soon found that I wasn't pretending. I had read through England's magic books to see if I could find a way to make myself invisible. I was still so young so I didn't understand what many of the words meant. I eventually found a spell that said I had to stand in front of a mirror. While everyone was asleep, I crept into England's magic room, Kumajiro in my arms, and stood in front of the full length mirror. I felt a bit uneasy but was determined to hide from people whenever I wanted. I looked my reflection in the eye and repeated the words that were written in the book. I watched as my image flickered. I could've sworn that right before it disappeared, my reflection winked at me. I paid no attention to it and stood in awe as my image disappeared from the mirror. I had become invisible! With my newfound power, I used it to mess with my brother America and to take extra snacks from France's pastry pantry. As the years went by, I began to lose use of my powers and eventually forgot about them. Then strange things started to happen. During outings and World Meetings, no one would pay attention to me. I thought it was because that they just easily overlooked me and I allowed myself not to get bothered by it. One day I had brought it up to Prussia. He looked at me with all seriousness and told me that I would randomly disappear and reappear. I didn't believe him even though he had never lied to me before. He prooved it by recording me during our dates, and sure enough, I would disappear the reappear. I didn't understand it. Why was this happening?

"Canada, you should talk to England or Norway about this."

Prussia said worriedly. I wish I had listened to him. Instead, I feared being scolded for using magic without permission even if it was a long time ago. The two would go on and on about the dangers of untrained magic and I really didn't want England to give me the same disappointed look he gave America.

A mistake.

Not telling was a mistake.

Listening to him was a mistake.

Using the spell was a mistake.

I just made so many mistakes.

I just hope, I can find a way out of here without anyone else dying.

Canada sighed softly as he turned off the lights in the house. Prussia had come over to stay the night and they had forgotten to turn off the lights on their way to the Canadian's room (not that they cared about them at the time. He slowly made his way back to his room. Kumajiro was asleep in his own little pet bed while Prussia lay half asleep and half naked in Canada's bed. Matthew gently slipped under the blankets and snuggled closer to the other male. He quickly welcomed his warmth and instantly became tired. "Goodnight my love..." Prussia mumbled, wrapping his arms around the smaller male. "Night..." Unfortunately, like many nights before for the past year, Canada found himself waking up at three in the morning. With a groan, he, softly kissed Prussia then slipped out of bed to go to the kitchen, hoping a warm glass of milk mixed with maple syrup would help him go back to sleep though it never really did. He went to the living room to sit on the couch until morning like he usually did, knees brought up to his chest, glass of milk in hand. It was around four thirty when he started to feel himself get sleepy until he heard a faint sound coming from down the hall. He set down his glass on the coffee table then went to go see what the noise was. "Kumajiro, are you trying to get into the trash again?" He asked.

No answer.

As was expected of the bear. The sound was coming from the bathroom. It definitely sounded like Kumajiro going through the trash. He sighed heavily and went into the bathroom. "Kuma, we talked about this, bathroom trash isn't for eat-"

"I'm not Kuma, I'm Orijamuk."

Was the reply. Canada flicked on the light and stared at the bear before him. It looked like Kumajiro, but it wasn't. For starters, its fur was white but a kind of white where it looked to be tinted blue. "Ku...?" Canada was confused. The bear stopped rummaging when it found nothing interesting and climbed up onto the sink. It turned to Canada momentarily and said "Goodbye." Then jumped into the mirror. Matthew stared wide eyed and confused. Did that bear really just go into the mirror of was he dreaming? It didn't feel like a dream. Maybe his insomnia was getting to him. Just to make sure he was going crazy, he hesitantly placed his hand against the mirror. When nothing happened, he let out a relieved sigh only to have his reflect frown, and come out of the mirror! It tightly grabbed onto the shocked male's shirt and pulled him into the mirror.

That morning around ten, Prussia awoke to find that he was the only one in bed. It was strange but not too strange. If canada wasn't in bed, he would be in the kitchen making pancakes. He got out of bed and quietly crept into the kitchen in an attempt to hug canada from behind but he wasn't in the kitchen either. Kumajiro was rummaging through the trash but ran when Prussia caught him. The white haired male sat the trash bin up again. "Canada, Kuma went through the trash again. I'm not sure if you know already but I picked it up for you... Canada? ... Matthew?" No answer. "Canada?" Still no answer. He searched the house for his pancake loving lover only to have no luck. His heart started to race a little. Where could he be? He asked himself. He went down the hall towards the bedroom and went into the bathroom. There on the floor sat a shivering and pale Canada. His skin was as cold as ice and his lips were blue. Prussia picked him up and carried him back to the bedroom. He quickly laid him down and tossed the blankets over him, adding a couple more. Once the blonde was settled, he quickly called America, France, and England.