"Why doesn't anyone remember who I am?"

"Who are you?" Asked a white polar bear looking up from its food.

A sigh escaped his lips

"I'm Canada, You're owner... The one who feeds you..."

"...Who?"

With another sigh Canada buried his face into his arms. The timer on the over went off but he didn't move.

'Why should I? Let the cake burn.' He thought bitterly. Once again it was his birthday and everyone forgot him for his younger brother America. Even france didn't remember! His violet coloured eyes began to burn from hot salty tears. He tried to wipe them with the back of his hands but it didn't help. They just kept running down his face. Why? Why doesn't anybody remember him? He didn't want much, just someone anyone to remember him just every now and again. Was that to much to ask for? Vision blurred by tears, he stood, walking past Kumakichi ,or was it kumiharu, to the kitchen and turned off the oven before the smoke detecter went off.

As he pulled the now burnt cake out the oven somthing caught his eye. A knife gleamed in the sunlight and looked so inviting. He picked it up gingerly and stared at it.

'Maybe I should just end it. Nobody would even notice if i was dead anyway.'

Tears dried up instantly at the morbid thought. The threw the knife down as if it had shocked him.

"No! I can't do that! I've got to much to live for. I've got..." He frowned. He tried to think of somthing.

'Well theres always Kumikuchi I suppose, someone needs to feed him."

He jumped at the sound of his doorbell ringing. His spirit lifted. Someone rememeber his birthday!

He quickly wiped off his face and went to answer the door.

"Bonjo-" He started to greet who ever it was as a cream pie collided with his face.

"Hahaha! I so totally got you bro! Don't forget about my birthday in 3 days dude!" America yelled as he went running back to his car with that same goofy grin of his. As he sped away, not knowing how much he had just hurt his brothers feelings, Canada just quietly shut the door.

He walked into the kitchen and began washing off the cream, it had gotten into his hair, on his glasses even a little on his hoodie. He felt the tears dribble down his face again until there was a flood of them. That was it! This was the last straw! He grabbed the knife off the floor and headed to the bathroom, mind made up.

He shut the door and turned on the water in the tub. He climbed in clothes and all, what did it matter if his clothes got wet? He really didn't care anymore. He rolled up the sleeves of his hoodie and held the knife over his wrist. He wondered how much it would hurt.

"Not as much as the pain they've put me through" he whispered to himself. He sucked in a a deep breath as he dragged the knife up his arm. He only felt slight discomfort as the water began to be tinted red. He watched as the blood rolled down lazily,

"Its your fault, all of yours, not that anyone would even care" he whispered to himself again. He took the knife and made an identical cut on his other arm. Feeling slightly light headed he realised somthing, he forgot to leave a note. He giggled to his self at the ludacris thought. In the middle of killing ones self and you think of leaving a note as to why! He turned off the tub, the water was completely red now, and stood up a little woobly on his feet. but he just shook his head and headed for his study.

His feet felt like cement weights as he walked down the hall to his study and his vision kept threating give out give out on him. He used his right hand to keep him steady, leaving blood on the wall and the floor, his breathing becoming laboured.

"All...Most...There..."

He paused at the front door to catch his breath. His head was swimming as he noticed the floor was coming at his face. Pain jolted through his face as he slammed into the cool wood. He shivered against it. He wasn't going to make it. His blood was beginning to pool around him.

'I can just use my blood.'

Weakly he lifted his heavy arm and began to write out his little note. His arm flopped down heavly as he finshed. He smiled to no one in peticular. It was all going to be over soon.

"Hey Canada! Happy Birth- OH MEIN GOTT!"

"What? What is- Akh , pochemu tovarishch?"

Prussia and Russia stared in disbelief as they say thier friend on the floor covered and surrounded in blood and smiling.

'Oh wow, someone remembered, but I guess it's to late now.' One tear slid down his face as he closed his eyes and took his final breath.

Prussia rushed over to his pulling his head into his lap trying to get him to wake up.

"NEEEEEIN! YOU CAN'T DIE!"

"Prussia..."

Germanic curses filled the silence.

"He left a note..."

"Crimson eyes followed the crimson trail of his now dead friends blood to the small note.

"It's All Your Faults."