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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA.
Canada was on his bed thinking about todays meeting. "Why?..." He said as he felt tears building up as he thought. "Why does no one notice me?..." He looked at the table beside his bed, his eyes set on a a razor shining in the barely lit light. Slowly he reached for the sharp piece of metal. Tears were streaming down his face in steady streams leaving warm, wet tracks on his cheeks. He grabbed the razor and lowered it down slowly to his wrist. "I'm sorry America... but it's just too much..." He slid the metal over the vein. It stung for a second but it wasn't enough. He quickly pulled it over his now bleeding wrist until his arm was covered in warm, sticky blood. Then he focused on the other arm. He guided the razor over it until it heavily bled as the other. Feeling dizzy he laid back on his bed and shakily reached for his phone. With his vision fading he sent to America, -I'm sorry... Goodbye, Alfred. His eyes closed as he thought, 'Maybe now I can be happy...'
~At America's house~
America was bored, he had just come back from another boring meeting. He looked down at his phone for the millionth time. No one had called or messaged him all day. He was about to get up to go to McDonalds for a burger when he heard his phone beep. "Finally, a message! I've been so freaking bored!" He grabbed his phone and read the text, -I'm sorry... Goodbye, Alfred.- America was confused. 'Goodbye?' He quickly texted back, -Hey, what do ya mean dude?- He waited for a reply and got worried. Canada always answered back quickly. "I'll go check on him..."
~3 minutes later~
'Thank God I was staying here for the meeting. It's a short drive to his place.' When he finally pulled up to his house he felt a sense of dread. 'I'm probably just hungry from the meeting...' He walked up to the door and knocked. "Hey, Mattie you here?" After no reply he just assumed he was sleeping. He went to open the door and was surprised to see it was unlocked. As he went inside he got that feeling again, but this time stronger. He looked in all the rooms to find Canada and he finally found him after about 4 rooms. "Hey, are you awake?" He walked up to the bed and noticed, Canada was still. "Dude?..." He lightly shook him and he rolled over slightly, but just enough to see the blood. "Mattie!" He rolled him on his back and checked for a pulse. It was there, but barely. Next he checked for his breathing, he wasn't breathing. Canada's face was tinted blue. "No..." America quickly put his mouth to his brother's and breathed out. It didn't work the first tried again, still nothing happened. Please Mattie, breathe..." He once again breathed into him and he watched as he weakly coughed, and his eyes barely opened. "Mattie?" He looked at his brother and felt wet tracks run down his face. "I thought I had lost you..." Canada looked at America, "Why didn't you let me die?" He said with sad eyes. "Why?" America was shocked. "Why would I ever let you die!? Your my brother!" He noticed Canada's eyes flutter closed. "Wait, Mattie!" He pulled his phone from his pocket and dialed 911. 'Please Mattie... don't die..." He fell on his knees as he heard the sirens. 'Why would you want to die?...' He would find that out later, for now he needed to make sure his quiet brother stayed alive. He just hoped he wasn't to late.
Thank you for reading! Reviews are appreciated.
I will try to make chapter 2 soon.
CIAO~