First time writing an angsty story so lets see how it goes. Also a depressed America for some reason turns into a great story a lot of times.
I don't own Hetalia or any of the characters.
America's P.O.V.
'No one cares about me.' Alfred thought as he brought the blade to his skin once again. It was a sad, depressing rainy day, much like his mood.
"I wonder if anyone would miss me if I died." He wondered aloud. Alfred then got up and moved to the kitchen to look at the calendar. It didn't hold any more food as it once had. He had stopped eating anything months ago.
"There was a meeting today, shit. Well it doesn't matter, they won't miss me anyway." He said with a sad smile.
Over at the World Conference
England's P.O.V.
"Where the bloody hell is America?! That dolt is usually here by now." He said, starting to get worried.
"Well maybe he is just sick or something?" France said.
"Yes, but he should at least call to say so, especially since the meeting is being held in his country this time." Arthur replied.
Americas P.O.V.
After debating for a while on whether or not he should actually show up to the World Conference he had arrived. The conference was taking place in America this year so it didn't take too long before he arrived where it was being held at. 'Why am I even here, no one likes me anyway.' He thought while walking into the building.
"America, where the bloody hell have you been!?" England screeched down the hall.
"Sorry dude, something urgent came up and I didn't have time to notify anyone." He said while plastering his famous Hollywood smile on his face. All his smiles were forced now as well as his laugh, though no one seemed to notice.
"Whatever, just hurry up already, you are late enough as it is!" England exclaimed, not noticing how empty Alfred looked when he had stopped smiling.
"Sure Iggy, let's go!" He said, forcing the same Holly wood grin as before.
"You git, I told you not to call me that!" England said while grabbing his arm jerking him towards the room where the meeting was being held. When England grabbed his arm Alfred was barely able to hold back a pained gasp from the cuts on his arms being grabbed so roughly. As soon as he entered the room though, he wished he hadn't come at all.
"Wow. So the fat ass finally decided to show up!" Some country shouted.
"He was probably stuffing his face with that disgusting fast food again." Another yelled. All the comments killed him bit by bit on the inside, yet the mask he had never broke. With his Hollywood grin still plastered on his face he said.
"Sorry dudes something urgent came up."
"Something urgent, yeah right." A random country scoffed.
"Aiyah I agree. He can't even pay off his debt to me."
"Everyone shut up!" Germany screamed.
"Now that America is here ve can start the Vorld Conference." Germany then said making all the other nations shut up immediately. America then took his seat as the first one came up to present. 'This is going to be a long meeting.' He thought.
And there you have it. Reviews would be nice but no flames please. I will try to update this story at least once a week maybe more. Also I have experienced depression along with cutting myself so please don't put that I don't know what its like. It is a very serious issue and it should not be ignored.