Who are you? Who are you again? Wait, what's your name again, I forgot. Oh, Canadia, I totally forgot you were even here bro!
They could never remember him. They could never remember who he was. Why?! Why wasn't he memorable, second largest country in the world and yet the others could never even FUCKING remember his damn name. Tears leaked from the nineteen year old country's eyes as he forced back another sob while the blood trickled down his arm, staining the snowy skin of his wrist. Why was he not important enough to be remembered? His own brother would forget about him. He would make them remember him, he decided, as he stalked out the front door, blazing fury in his normally gentle, purple eyes.
He made them remember him, right? Canada looked around at the carnage, the mangled bodies of his friends and fellow countries. Not all of them, of course. The ones who didn't associate with him weren't there, simply because he hadn't honestly had the opportunity to pay them back for ignoring him. Belgium was safe and sound; she sent flowers to him every year. He stared into the petrified eyes of his twin brother, and slammed the knife down upon him.
Are you happy now?
"Wh-wha-?"
Look what you've done, CANADA. Look at the mess you made.
You thought killing them would make them remember you? How can they remember if they aren't alive? You thought this would solve your issues, but all it did was leave you friendless and…
FORGOTTEN.