Hello! Funny thing about this story is I came up with it on Valentines Day! So yes I'm a very disturbed person. This is what would happen WHEN (he is going to snap someday) Canada finally snaps so enjoy!
Pairings: Small amounts of USxUK and a little Spamano
WARNING: Possible character death, language, and kinda gore.

Canada's P.O.V

Have you ever stood RIGHT NEXT TO SOMEONE and they didn't even realize you were there? Have you ever had THE PERSON YOU LIVE WITH never be able to remember your name? Has your OWN BROTHER ever forgotten you exist? Well I have EVERY SINGLE DAY OF MY FREAKING LIFE! I-I'm sorry I got a bit angry there… If those things happen to you ALL THE TIME then you know how I feel. If you haven't already guessed who I am, you wouldn't be the first. I am Canada and NO ONE is ever going to forget who I am ever again…

It all started last week, Tuesday, I think… Smiling, I timidly stepped into my home. I don't know why I was smiling. I should have looked like I was about to rip somebody's head off. Every nation at the World Summit meeting had forgotten my name. EVERY FUCKING ONE! That's the day I took one of Switzerland's guns. It was a small handgun so he wouldn't notice if it was gone.

So I headed into the kitchen where kimuhuku just looked at me and said "Food."

I opened a can of salmon for him. After he finished eating, he just asked in a childish voice "Who are you?" Well that's when I couldn't take it anymore. I was sick of being forgotten and sick of being taken advantage of. I turned around to face the little bear holding the handgun.

"I AM CANADA!" I screamed at him and pulled the trigger…

For a few moments, there was silence before the little bears body slumped down and fell to the floor. "What's wrong?" I asked pretending to be worried. "Aren't you going to ask who I am again?"

I started laughing as I kicked the limp body over and over; this felt amazing. The cold metal of the gun in my palm, watching the light die from his eyes, and seeing the blood pool down around my shoes. Every second was a thrill. I started using Kumakara for target practice each day and was getting a little better with my aim. Soon though, I noticed that I didn't get anything from shooting the now bloody pile of fur and bones. I was still invisible, still forgotten.

"Not for long," I told myself.

I loaded my gun, and started walking towards the home of what you could call my first victim.

Hiding the weapon in my coat, I knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later, the door slammed open and there stood my ever energetic brother.

"Hello?" he asked looking through me for a few minutes before he noticed me. "Oh, hey Canada, I didn't see you there. Come on in!" he exclaimed and stepped to the side to let me in. I walked inside and America slammed the door shut.

"Hey where's your little polar bear?" he asked noticing that kumahata wasn't with me.

"He's not here anymore, America." I told him before pulling the gun from my jacket. "And you won't be here much longer either," I said to him as I pointed the gun at his head.

"Whoa! Easy bro, someone's gonna get hurt with that thing!" He told me stupidly while pointing at the weapon in my hand.

"Silly America, the only one who is going to get hurt… IS YOU!" I yelled and pulled the trigger, shooting him in the side.

The stupid look on his face was immediately replaced with one of fear and pain. He took off running through the house trying desperately to get away.

"YOU BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF AMERICA!" I yelled shooting him again and this time managing to hit his leg.

America fell to the ground screaming in pain and before he could stand, I was right next to him pointing the gun at his chest.

"W-why Canada?" He asked looking up at me with pleading eyes.

I laughed a little and smiled. "I was invisible to you America. I was invisible to everyone, and I am going to change that. Because you're my brother I'll let you decide which one person should I not kill?" I said, playing with him.

"Leave England alone," he told me. "If you're gonna kill me then leave him alone."

I smiled a little more. "Thank you America. Now I know who to get rid of next," I told him while pointing the gun at his chest. "Goodbye brother," I muttered coldly and pulled the trigger. You're next England.

England

England arrived a little after four to America's house. He said he had a 'totally awesome' surprise for him.

"Knowing the git it will be a hamburger," the nation thought as he knocked on the door and waited…and waited some more. Finally, the Englishman became impatient and tried to open the door. It wasn't locked.

"Where are you bloody gi-," he froze mid-complaint.

There was a small pool of blood in the middle of America's front hallway. England started running and looking frantically for America. Something in his gut was saying something bad has happened. Passing the kitchen, he noticed more splotches of crimson and bloody handprints like someone was running, but from what?

While passing another hallway, England stopped dead. America's limp body was slumped against the wall covered in his own blood. The older nation leaned down and felt for a pulse. A tiny beat flittered against his fingers. America was alive but he wouldn't be for long.

England turned around to face Canada. He was coated in almost as much blood as his brother.

"Thank god you're here Canada." He smiled at his other ex-colony. "We need to get America to the hospital as soon as possible."

Canada made no move to help. He just stared at England for a few moments before saying in a fake sweet tone. "Still picking favorites, England?" The smile was quickly replaced with a dark scowl. "Even when we were kids, all you ever did was pick America over me."

England stepped back. Something was off about Canada.

"ALL YOU EVER DID WAS PICK HIM OVER ME!" Canada screamed and shot England in the arm.

The British nation started running and ended up outside America's room; He rushed in and locked the door, but it wouldn't be long before Canada caught up to him. He could already hear footsteps climbing up the stairs. England looked around the small room and managed to find America's cell phone. As soon as he finished sending a text, he could already hear the footsteps stop outside the door.

"I know you're in here England…" A childish voice cooed. "Please come out and play with me," the voice said. Canada started pounding at the door. "Please let me in big brother. If you don't let me in then I will get angry."

The Canadian said starting to loose his patience. Thump, thump, thump. The pounding on the door started to get louder and louder before Bang. Pieces of wood and metal scattered across the room. Canada had shot the lock off.

Canada then entered the room and walked towards the fearful, older nation, smiling a bitter, cruel smile and singing…

"England is falling down, falling down, falling down
England is falling down my…fair…lady"

That was the last thing England heard before he was pulled into blackness.

Spain

Spain was sitting in his home watching some documentary on tomatoes in Spanish when his cell phone started beeping. Looking down, he noticed he had a text from America. He flipped up the top of his phone and started to casually read the message. He was skimming it lightly until he realized it was from England which made him stop and read the text over. He couldn't believe what he was reading…

From: America

Subject: S.O.S

Spain, this is England. I'm at America's home, something is wrong with Canada. I think he tried to kill America and is trying to kill me as well. You have to help. America can't hold out much longer and Canada is planning to harm others if he is allowed to keep up like this. Get here as soon as you can.

-England

After turning off the TV, Spain rushed to grab a gun and some ammo. He was prepared to leave when there was a loud knock on the door followed by shouts of "Oi, let me in tomato bastard!" It could be no one else but Romano.

"Didn't I give him a key?"Spain thought and almost as if his thoughts were being read, Romano took out his keys and opened the door himself.

"What are you planning on using those guns for?" Romano asked while munching on a tomato.

"It's so sad mi tomate. America and England need my help and I must go save them!" Spain exclaimed dramatically. He scooped the shorter nation into a hug that turned the Italian's face redder than the tomato he had been eating.

"I will save mi amigos and be back for you my little tomate!" The Spaniard yelled and ran out the door.

"Bastard…" Romano mumbled. After a silent moment, he then whispered "Be careful…"

Canada

After I had dealt with England, I reached down and picked up America's phone. A large smirk was still on my face, but was turned into a frown after I looked at the small screen.

"YOU BASTARD!" I yelled at England's limp body.

I dropped the phone and darted out of the house as quickly as I could. All my plans were about to fall apart, but I had only gotten cocky. I had been drunk off the fear in my ex-brother's eyes and had waited too long.

I still have time. I left the home behind. In the small bedroom next to England's body was the cell phone that said Message Sent on the screen. I could only guess what had been on the text and I didn't have time to look. I would just have to get rid of whoever had gotten that text and then I could finish what I had started.

After running for a while, I could hear footsteps in the distance. I quickly hid my gun and I waited for the other person to come by, who ended up being Spain. Taking one look at my blood stained clothes Spain stopped a few feet away.

"Canada what happened?" He asked, almost afraid to receive an answer.

"I only had a little discussion with America and England. Why do you ask?" I questioned faking innocence.

For a moment, there was silence until Spain realized what he was hearing. Once he did the questioning look in his eyes turned into one of extreme rage.

"Canada, please tell me you didn't do what you're implying?" He asked in a dark tone.

"My, I have never seen this side of you, Spain," I said allowing the sadistic tone in my voice confirm his question. "You know what Spain? The truth is I had no particular problem with you but you got in my way so I guess this is goodbye." I smiled as a pulled the gun from its hiding place.

I was prepared to shoot when bang. Something whipped past my ear causing my smile to freeze. DAMMIT, DAMMIT, DAMMIT! That was all I could think of. England and America didn't have guns and I hadn't thought of what would happen if someone I went after shot back.

I panicked and ran. I could hear Spain chasing me and the sound of a few more bullets whizzing through the air. "Are you sure you want to come after me?" I yelled over my shoulder. "I don't think England and America have much longer!" I taunted and laughed when I heard Spain curse and take off towards the house.

Now I had a little time to plan before I continued. "Soon no one will forget me anymore," I said cheering myself up. No one will forget me, ever again.