What would happen if you were pushed away? What would happen if you were always forgotten? Would you be happy about it? Never. At least I never was. I was insane. No I couldn't be insane. I was always smiling and laughing at my fail attempts to be noticed by everyone. That does not mean I'm insane, right? I dont know the anwer to that I never remeber anything anymore. What's the use if I never talk to anyone. No all I know now is that I'm in pain, All I know now is that I can't stop that pain burning in my chest. Though now it has gone away, I have not missed that burning pain either. I wished it gone and it went. I am worried though about the black space that took its place. This black space got ride of all my unwanted emotions. This is because the only emotion I need now is Hate. Though this lonely emotion did not help my sanity any more then before. I shake my head as I walk to the room where we always hold the world meetings. I walk in and the open the door wide, no one looks over to me or greets me. I have to endure this painful silence. The silence in my opinion is the wrost, it makes everything so quiet that I can hear a bird chirp a mile away. Its maddening. If by accident I happen to look up from whatever I happen to be doing at the time to see someone watching me they turn around like nothing has ever happened, though before they turn away I could see the hatred in there eyes. How I wish all those people who looked at me with such hatred would simply die. How mean of me to say, though I really don't care. I wish I didn't have to suffer in this silence anymore, if only some people joined...me. I start to laugh at this amazing though.I hold my face with my hand and only show my one eye then my laugh grows stronger, strong enough to catch everyone's attention in the room. They never would have suspected the quiet Canadian to laugh like a maniac during a world meeting. As much as that fact might ring true, I do not care as to what they might think of me anymore. I started to stand slowly as I glared at everyone in the room. They will pay for all the minutes I had to myself in despair. They will pay for what they have done to me tenfold. They will join me in hell where I know I will be going after this. I stood straight and tall as I pull a revolver out of my pants pocket. I held it in my hands. I smiled as I pulled the trigger one after another...Until I was the only one left. Now they will know how it feels to be lonely. How it feels to self pity. I put the revolver to my head, as I slowly pull the trigger once more I think about how I can go to hell in peace.
A/N: Yes I know I made Canada look mean. I love Canada he is one of my favorite characters in Hetalia. . ~Please Review~
Canada: "Really thank you~!" Me:" Oh no problem."
Yes Canada killed everyone even Russia. Surprising, Eh? No not really. Though I do wish to apologise to all the fangirls I hurt with this story. I cried making it. No Lie, as a fellow fangirl I do not wish to make people die. Sadly this plot was to good to pass up though.