America sat down a usual, hearing things about him being fat, and dumb. He tried not to just lay down and cry, but he had to be the hero. He kept up his fake smile, but in all honesty, it was becoming more and more strained. Only two other people here knew how he felt, and why he felt that way.
Italy gave a understanding gaze at America. His smiles were as fake as how Italy himself acted. He knew America had self-esteem issues. But the American knew that Italy faked his happiness. He tried being positive, but eachtime it killed him inside. America understood, and Canada, the one who was always forgotten, understood perfectly.
Canada sat in the far back, nodding at America and Italy. He just wanted people to see him for who he was. Not just the invisible guy, who no one cared about. America and Italy were there for him. And they all hung out in secret. But really, it hurt knowing people thought he didn't exist. It really did. But, he knew his friends understood. It was a perfectly logical reason.
Every single country used to be a human. America was just a normal teen, until his parents found out he was anorexic, and he ran away. His body was found in the woods, an autopsy revealed he died because of major blood loss, and malnutrition.
Canada was never noticed, ever. His parents were always away. And they forgot about him when they moved. With no food, he died of starvation. His body was found by a real estate agent getting ready to sell the house.
Italy was another normal teen. Although his life was falling apart. His best friend died, his parents got divorced. He basically fell apart. He snapped, and finally ended it. His stepfather found him hanging by the ceiling, with a rope around his neck.
They all died one way or another, and they all remembered how. Except, none of the others seemed to remember. They were the only ones who remembered. But, they knew, they would have to tell them all sometime soon. Because they were all extremely close to snapping. They were gonna lose it.