OK, this is my first fanfiction, so if you have any advice I would love it! My paragraphing is kind of weird, FYI. The other chapters will be longer,I swear, but I this one short. If you see any mistakes/ saw something you liked or disliked, don't hesitate to tell me! I don't bite [or do I?] I'll try and update everyday, and I wander through and edit my stories, as an FYI. I'm never satisfied with my writing, and love to nit-pick. I also like to write these intros until I round my story to the nearest hundred. Oh well, love you! 3
Walking towards the edge of the building, Canada wondered if anyone would even notice he was gone. Maybe France, And his brother America might whenever he needed money again, he decided. Other than them, nobody else would notice he was gone at next week's World Meeting.
Canada stopped at the very edge of the building. Could France feel that this would be his fault? I wouldn't want France to hurt himself because of me… Looking down at the bandages on his arm, he reminded himself: nobody notices me.
He hears a voice yell "Don't… Don't do it. Too many people in this world love you for you to die!"
Wondering who it was yelling to him, he jumped to the hard, cold, black asphalt below him. He flew through the air, feeling amazingly free, and for a second in the air, he didn't care if people didn't notice him.
He felt immeasurable pain as his body crumpled into the ground when he fell. He saw a dark haired figure running towards him, but as quickly as his jump had been, he instantly blacked out.