I'm feeling sad so I'm writing this it's rated for suicide and blood.

Canada's POV

Tears fell down my face.

'I'm invisible, worthless. No one can see me. No one can hear me. I'm never going to be noticed. I'll never mean anything to anyone. I'm a son, a brother, yet they still don't know me!"

I slapped my fist down onto the glass coffee table, shards dug into my soft flesh. I watched as the crimson drips down makeing pink swirls on the overly white floors.

'Why, just Why does this feel so good. Leting my pain drip away with my blood?'

I grab a large shard, about 10 inches long.

'I always will fell this way, no matter what. But as my blood drips slowly away so does the ache in my chest if the blood drips faster will the pain leave? I DON'T WANT THE PAIN! I-I just want it to end.

I brought the shard up to my small wrist, looking at the skin, so thin, so easy to break. I heard a pound at the door.

"Go away Alfred."I said my voice cracking. The pounding stopped abruptly.

"Dude, what's wrong?"

"Just go Alfred."

"Just let me in and tell what's wrong." I didn't answer. I just used all of my strength to make the cut, scrapping the bone. I fall to the floor as the blood made a river around me... From me.

CRASH

Alfred ran in, the door laid on the floor. He gasped, pulling out his cellphone and shedding his shirt at the same time.

"Nonononononononono!" he whispered ripping his shirt up trying to stop the bleeding, as he dialed 911.

"Why Mattie, Why?" he asked tears streaming down his face.I look up at him weakly, before speaking in a voice quieter than I normally speak in.

"No one cares about me, I'm invisible. I'm worthless. I was never loved in any way. Being lonely mad me feel colder than the strongest blizzard that gripped my lands. I wanted to be loved, I want to be noticed when I'm not a Cannon fodder. Maybe where ever I'm going I'll get that." I went to close my eyes only for Alfred to shake me until I weakly opened them.

"Don't talk like that! Your going to get out of here alive! Your not dying!" he yelled beyond the point of hysterics. I let out a weak chuckle.

"Alfred no human or nation can lose this much blood and still stay alive." My eyes gazing at the large pool of blood I was laying in and Alfred was kneeling in. " I'm going to die. And you know what Al?" I smiled weakly, "I'm not invisible, I'm not scared, I'm finally... Happy." I closed my eyes,

"NO YOUR NOT SUPPOSED TO DIE! I'M THE ASS, I'M THE ONE NO ONE CAN STAND! YOUR THE SWEET, CARING ONE! I SHOULD BE THE ONE DIEING NOT YOU!" His sceams of protest slowly faded away.

Extrmly sad fanfictions make me feel better some how, I don't know but they do. You don't need to review but you can if you want.