Canada is tired of being unknown by the other countries. What will he do? What will Cuba do when he finds out and doesn't have the guts to tell Canada how he feels? Cuba x Canada.

Canada waited for the meeting to end, watching as the other countries filled out of the room arguing. He sniffed sadly, tears dripping down his face as the last country left the room leaving Canada and his bear alone.

"Who are you?" Canada's bear looked at him curiously. Canada only mumbled who he was as he picked up his bear leaving the room for his home. Leaving the room and walking to his car, unnoticed by any and all passerby's. Except for one, Cuba, the only country who had lingered around a little longer.

"Canada!" Cuba walked over happily to his friend, feeling those usual butterflies fluttering in the bottom of his stomach, he brushed his dreadlocks out of his face as he pulled Canada into a bear hug the smell of maple syrup drifting over him.

"Oh, hello Cuba." Canada smiled shyly at the other country. "I am surprised you know who I am…"

"Where friends Canada how could I not!" Cuba fought the urge to pull Canada close to him again and smash his lips against Canada's, how he longed to touch those pale lips with his own. To caress that baby soft face…Cuba stayed lost in his day dreams of his hands roaming the younger male, not hearing what Canada had spoken to him. "Huh?"

Canada's smile wavered, even Cuba ignored him. "nothing, I'm going home, see you." He turned quickly on his heel. Canada practically dived into his car taking off. Not giving Cuba a chance to say goodbye.

"Oh…" Cuba watched as Canada zoomed off and sighed as he kicked a rock. "Damn it…." he had lost his chance to tell the man he loved again to tell the man he loved how he felt.

Canada had tears in his eyes as he covered his sleeping bear with a blanket then leaving the room closing the door behind him. A chocked sob escaped his throat as he sat down in the hall his nails digging into his arms as crimson drops leaked out of he small wounds. Canada stared in interest as he felt no pain, he was numb.

"N-No pain…." Canada gulped as he grabbed his phone sending a text to his Father France and his half brother America. The text simply said goodbye and why and what he was doing. He had it set on delayed, it would send in two days so no one could stop him from what he was going to do. He then glanced at his contacts. He had all the countries in it but almost no one talked to him…Cuba did. Canada knew it was almost a 24 hour plane ride, Cuba couldn't stop him if he told him. Canada dialed the number and heard the number ring 3 times before it was picked up.

"Hello? Canada?" Canada froze hearing the older countries voice. "H-Hi Cuba, I-I have decided there's something I need to do and you've noticed me before so I thought id tell you."

"Ok then go on." Cuba was listening intently did Canada feel the same as he did? "W-Well no one knows who I am, so I've decided I don't need to be here anymore." Cuba heard the words coming from Canada's mouth, his voice dried as he ran out of the house knowing what Canada was going to do. "W-What?"

"No one cares, my country will just fade into America, it doesn't matter. I just wanted to ask if you'd watch my bear for me please, he doesn't remember much but he deserves good." Canada said the words as he walked through his house gathering his needed materials before locking himself in his guest bedroom, barricading the door.

"Canada! Don't say such stupid things! I-" Cuba froze before the words could slide from his lips. "You what Cuba? You weren't going to say you care. No one really does. Goodbye Cuba, thank you…for being my friend." With that Canada hung up.

"Canada! Don't do anything stupid! I will be there soon, I love you!" Cuba waited for a reply but there wasn't one. "Shit!" Cuba paid for his plane ticket and immediately left his home land to stop his lover.

Canada sat in the guest room looking at the weapon that sad on the floor. A pistol, a single shot pistol. Canada slid his fingers over the gun, the cold metal against his finger tips. It had been almost a full day since he had called Cuba, the texts to his Father and half brother had been sent.

"Soon…" Canada had dark circles under his eyes, he hadn't slept for over 48 hours now. "Soon they will all remember me as the one they killed for not remembering." Canada grabbed the gun in his hand, laying his index finger on the trigger he brought the gun up to his chest and took a deep breath. "You will remember me now."

Chapter one complete and chapter two on the way! J I'm sorry for just calling Canada's bear well…bear. I don't know his name so if anybody knows message me please! Review and tell me how I'm doing!