On April 20th 20XX, my older brother committed suicide. He was found two days later in his room holding his journal by the cleaning lady. The report from the medical examiner said it took up to an hour for my brother to die of blood loss.

This is his last entry written as he sat dying

Dear Journal

They hate me, they always have. The hatred they have for me has never been spoken about in front of me but I know that they talk about how much they hate me behind my back. How do I know you ask? Simple, I hear them talking when they think I'm not there, or they mistake for you and tell me how much they hate me, have planned every beating, and how much they love my brother for his resources.

I wish I were more like my brother

My brother doesn't realize how fortunate he is, because, the world is a cruel place, they befriend you when there is something in it for them, but the moment you fall they blame me for interfering when it is they who came to me to set up trade with me or attack my country. If France's economy fails he will blame me for it when he himself is responsible for his own economy just like most of the world will if their economies fail.

I have made my share of mistakes in the past, but unlike the others I will never deny my mistakes nor will I ever blame someone else unless they share that blame with me, but unfortunately most countries will deny any mistake they made unless it is shoved in their face, but even then they will try to blame me or any other country, France and England for example still deny their part in causing WWI and WW2 by saying that Germany was solely responsible for both wars (bullshit). Russia puts the blame for the cold war on others (myself included) completely when he to was also responsible, but he will never admit to his part in least.

Nowadays, the pain, both emotional and physical has gotten to be too much to bear and those voices are telling me that slitting my wrists is the way out and they where right. So dear brother by the time you read this I will be dead. I hope you and the rest of the world is happy because I will be gone forever. I wish you could be here the blood is so beautiful the way it stains the pages as I write, that bright light is so pretty that I can't resist going towards it. I can hear mom calling me like she did before her death, and now I get to watch all of you from where I am now, good-bye b_

I finish reading his last entry, everyone says their final goodbyes, then they start lowering the casket into the ground.

Epilogue:

His suicide was unexpected and now I am with out a brother because of those heartless, impudent, pathetic nations and because I wouldn't help him when he tried to tell me he was hurting.

What's worse is that the others don't even care that he is gone, they never cared about him all they cared about was exploiting him. England was the only one (besides me and his's children) to go his funeral and it was because he wanted to from a "relationship" with me, I refused.

In light of my brother's death I have gone into isolation (cutting all ties to the UN) with the child personification the country that appeared suddenly out thin air two days after his death in the woods. The others have tried to get me out of the isolation but I told them to fuck off or I will unleash untold misery upon them, just ask Russia if you (Arthur and Cuba) can find his body, but to do that they will need shovels.

Alfred, I am sorry I failed you as a brother when you needed me the most, I won't make that mistake a second time.

An: I felt like writing this because even though the USA is responsible for a lot of things in the world, the other countries share the blame for what has happened and is happening including wars and their economies failing.

An 2: This my first fan fiction, so constructive criticism is encouraged.