WARNINGS: Character death, suicide
Disclaimer: I own nothing here but the writing itself. The characters belong to the creators/owners of Hetalia.
Written while watching music videos about Snapped!Canada. Please forgive me, this isn't something I normally write.

"Who is this?" England asked into the phone, the object resting between his shoulder and head as he made himself something to eat. He could hear a shuddering sob rack the person's body as they sobbed into the receiver.

"I-I'm C-Canada… Y-you never r-remember me E-England… I r-remember you," the voice answered. England's eyes narrowed slightly as he continued to add ingredients to the mix. Something seemed off in the younger's voice, but it was hard to tell from how distorted it was through the phone. It sounded like he had the phone pressed right against his lips while he spoke. Canada sobbed again through the phone.

"Oh… Canada… Are you alright?"

"Y-yeah… O-of course I-I'm alright… E-everyone e-expects me to be f-fine and a-alone…"

"What?" England questioned. He set down the bowl to listen carefully. He heard Canada's careful footsteps as he moved through the empty house. England shivered slightly and he wondered if he should send America, who was over for a few days, to check on the younger.

"Y-you w-wouldn't know… would you? P-pushed aside b-but valued a-all the same…" Canada laughed. It chilled England to the bone. It was hollow to the point nothing could possibly serve to fill it. England rested a hand on the counter and shivered.

"What's gotten into you?" England asked quietly. Canada sobbed again and England could swear he heard something metal tap the wall. The sound repeated. A third time. A fourth. Canada sobbed again. "Do you want me to come over there? I can leave America here and see you if-"

"D-don't b-bother…"

"Pardon?"

There was a watery and bitter laugh before Canada replied, "I d-don't w-want to take you f-from him. I-I c-can h-hardly see…"

"W-what do you mean?" England asked after a pause, his heart racing, his throat tight and his skin icy. He heard Canada start walking again in slow measured steps. There was a crash on Canada's end that made England jump, fear seeping into his heart.

"Th-they w-wouldn't l-leave me alone e-even though I t-tried to t-tell them… I'm. Not. America. I-it's b-blurry B-Britain… I-I c-can't s-see th-through the b-blood…"

"Blood?" England repeated almost too quietly to be heard. He heard Canada whimper with a sob and cough, a light groan escaping his throat. England desperately reached for his keys, fumbling blindly for them. The noise covered any sound Canada made.

"E-England?" Canada called quietly over the phone. England stopped at hearing the tone in the other's voice. The childishness of it made him fear more than it perhaps should have. His fingers brushed the keys and slowly his hand wrapped around the cold metal.

"Yes? What is it?" England asked gently.

"I-I'm s-scared…"

"W-why are you scared?"

"W-what I'm g-going to do," Canada sobbed. England heard a distinct click and his eyes went as wide as they could go. "I-I'm sorry… T-tell A-America… I-I'll m-miss h-him…"

"Canada don't do it!" England shouted. He heard America's footsteps rushing towards him. He heard Canada sob one… last… time… before he whispered 'I'm sorry' once more. England was left screaming as he heard a bang; a sickening crack and splatter. The dial tone was the last thing he heard as he dropped to his knees. Within a moment America's arms were around him in an attempt to get him to just… stop… screaming…

'I'm sorry…'