A/N- This has 1361 words, and 38 indents. Yup, I worked hard. Enjoy~! This took me like, 4 hours, so you BETTER enjoy it.
Warning- Has depression in it, and will probably make you cry
You shifted on your seat, as the school bus was really bumpy, and you were almost thrown off your seat.
"Last day of school!" Brianna screamed, from across the bus.
"Yasssss, like YESSSSS!" Someone else shrieked, who was a few seats away. Everyone whooped, yay-ing.
A few were crying, maybe they were moved to another floor, or they weren't in the same class as their friends or best friends, or they were in the same class as their ex-boyfriend or someone who they hated, or worse, all of the above.
Luckily, you were in the majority, and you had gotten into a class with some, if not most, of your friends. Carolina and Irene were also in your class- and you called yourselves The Truffle Trio. Irene had decided on the name, although it made no sense to neither you or Carolina but you had decided to just humor her. Carolina was as shy as a dormouse and Irene hit like a buffalo but you were as awesome as a cat. You held the whole Trio together, and you were also the loudest. Carolina and Irene were called The Silent Sisters because they were so quiet that hardly anyone ever noticed they were there. They somehow managed to be seated by each other, even throughout the year when the teacher had moved everyone's seats several times. They were going to Japan or something.
As you could tell, you rambled a lot. But you couldn't help it- you were talkative.
You wanted to scream of joy- Finally! You could spend every single day with all the countries! You could play video games with America, and teach England how to not to burn down the house, and do Lego with Sealand, and eating pasta with Italy, and making Germany peel potatoes, and-!

You stared at America, "What do you mean, you can't?!" You cried out.
England was busy, in some cooking camp, and Germany was too busy training Italy and Sealand was doing some stupid tutorial with Lego! And they all told you they couldn't hang with you!
America still had his trademark grin, sculpted of steel, and explained, "Sorry. But Tony is taking me on a tour of the Galaxy."
You stalked away. Even Prussia and Denmark were doing something else. And you were all alone for the whole entire summer. Great.
Actually, that was sarcasm.
It is not great that you were going to be by yourself all summer.
Your school friends were on vacation, and so you were really alone now. Solitude for the rest of the summer.
You groaned, and sighed, but nothing changed the fact that you were going to have only yourself for company.

You swallowed a huge gulp of Gatorade's Thirst Quencher, which was ginormous. So far, two weeks had passed and you were still by yourself. Currently, you were crouched on your couch, huddling the Gatorade close to you, as you watched Teen Beach 2. You gasped, "NO MACKKKKKK, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" You screamed like a maniac. "HOW COULD YOU?!" You shrieked in a ludicrous manner. And you delved, dissolving into hysterics, changing from hypocritical laughter to delirious tears. "BRADY WAS ALL YOU EVER WANTED BUT NOOOOOOOOO!"
Wow.
You really need the countries, don't you?
The author was coming over, to inspect if her reader was okay- Because without a reader, who would read the book.The story would be utterly useless, without a meaning, and worse of all, it'd be forgotten. The author shuddered at that awful word. She knocked on the door, and when you didn't answer, she just went in. What? She wouldn't just keep waiting outside, if she had, it'd have been hours. And the author was not very tolerant of having to wait.
You were also in one of your crying sessions because Teen Beach 2 ripped your feels apart. When the author saw you like that, she decided not to interfere with the story and just go with the flow.
She tiptoed out, just before you looked up, and continued your berserk giggles.
The author stood with her back against the side of the door, the one on the outside, and gave a relieved sigh. "I ain't goin' anywhere near here anytime soon," she said.
She liked to pretend she was from Texas, even though she was from New York, and was a solid city girl.

You know how all the countries were busy?
Well...

.

They're not.
They were just planning the Ultimate Surprise Birthday Partay (USBP, for short). Your birthday was in the second-to-last week before school. They had about about a month to prepare. Everything would be perfect- The countries didn't want anything else but the best for you, they really did love you like family.
If only they knew that not being there was tearing and unraveling you apart.

A week before your surprise birthday party.
You were covered under a grimy blanket, and you hadn't bothered to shower since forever. You sang everyday, 'On My Own', in hope that'd it would affect you but it never did. It only caused you more pain. Anytime you sang it, your voice was raw with unadulterated agony, and it made you cry every time.
But you couldn't stop it, the waterfall that came.
Sometimes, you just cried for no reason. You were always alone, as your parents had taken to a vacation on the other side of the world and hadn't bothered to bring you.
You had spent a couple hundred on you Gatorades- you were addicted. To that song, 'On My Own', to Gatorade, to that filthy blanket, to crying. And Teen Beach 2, you were obsessed with. You'd watched it thousand of times. Every day, you watched it 5 or so times. Keep in mind, it was 1 hour and 45 minutes long. You even memorized the Teen Beach 2's commercials.
You cried yourself to sleep every night.

One day, when the author took away your TV for a day, you stumbled upon a depression test. You had found yourself clicking 'yes' to every question vaguely, but you were replaying Teen Beach 2 over and over in your mind, as it was etched in you forever. Finally, the test ended, and it showed a string of words that said, 'You scored 20 out of 20 for Depression'. You stared at it, numb, and uncaring. You slowly walked to your couch, after exiting the page, and laying on the couch, unfeeling.
You still had your mad fits, but they were worse. But the rest of the time, you spent it torpidly, and in solitude.
Depressed solitude.

You had received an envelope telling you that the countries were having a pool party. But you were sad and angry, how could they desert you, and discard you like trash, and just when they wanted to, pick you up- just to throw you away later.
You weren't going.
It was the day after your birthday.
It was the last day of your life.

Later that day, you were heading to the store across the street, for more Gatorade, when a car began zooming towards you. You saw it a few seconds before it crashed into you, but you had made no action to move, and the first smile of the summer came. Just as it rammed into you. You went flying, and your head bashed against the cement several times. A smile was still engraved on your bleeding face, and your eyes were wide open. Dead.

The countries found out when they were invited to your funeral. They heard about it from the author, and blamed themselves for it. But of course, as they were on the verge of depression themselves, the author grudgingly wiped the memory of you away from everybody and anybody who knew of you. Any evidence of your whole existence was gone. And everyone forgot you, even the author, as you became a figure from the past that wasn't honored or remembered in any way.

Even now, you were still alone.

The end.