Sorry about not updating in a while, I just needed a break from writing this story. This is definitely the longest story I've ever written. In fact it's so long that I had to create another word doc for it since the first one is becoming too laggy. That's quite an accomplishment in my opinion. Anyways, I'll stop rambling now.

Yet again, another week had passed by at a sluggish speed. Nothing new ever happened. Life had become nothing more than a dull waste of time. The lack of excitement was irksome to America, but he didn't complain, for he knew that his life could become much worse at any given moment. He could never adapt to the cruel pattern. Even though it was the only criterion of life he knew, and his knowledge of it was stellar. America began a personal debate of annoyance in his mind, Well I have two older nations that won't let me end the worsening misery I'm going through, and there's no living being in this world who knows how to end my depression. as so it feels. If that isn't bad enough, then certainly my disinterest in EVERYTHING under the sun is enough to set me over the edge. Let's face, things really can't get any worse, and I don't care if I just jinxed it! As far as I know, everything I do gets me jinxed!

America snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a knock on the door. Before he could react, he witnessed France walking over to the front door immediately. While doing so, the Frenchman announced with excitement, "That must be Mattieu!"

As soon as France opened the door, Canada walked in, and began, "Sorry about not being able to come over earlier. I was just extremely busy."

France ignored the apology, and embraced the younger nation as he chirped, "It's great to see you, mon cher! How have you been?"

"I've been doing just fine papa," Canada replied nervously, but was still clearly pleased to see France. It didn't take long for the shy nation to notice America, and when he did his smile grew wider as greeted, "Hey America, have you been feeling any better lately?"

America answered in a monotone, "No."

Canada's smile faltered as he stated, "Well I hope you feel better soon."

I wish everyone would stop saying that. America thought with annoyance. He wanted to express his despair for the situation to his brother, but remained silent in the fear of sounding greedy for attention. Canada approached America, concern dwelled in his vocalization as he inquired, "Do you think you could tell me what's been making you feel terrible lately?"

America mentally groaned with annoyance, but he was still restraining the urge to vent, Why is he pestering me about this? It's like he wants me to be the center of his attention. He cringed as a pesky recurring thought struck him once more, Everyone won't stop giving me so much attention all the time. Are they trying to make me feel selfish? I wish they would stop. Besides, it's not like I had a single hour to myself since they discovered my 'problem' a second time. A tender Canadian accent snapped him back into reality, "Alfred? Are you feeling okay?"

America turned to face Canada, and nodded, "I'm fine. Just zoned out for a moment, that's all."

"You're not fine," Canada stated innocently, "You didn't even answer my previous question. Can you tell me what's been making you feel this way lately?"

England and France will probably tell him anyways, if they haven't already. Might as well tell him, I guess. Canada listened patiently as America explained plainly, "Well, I have a constant disinterest in everything, and there's this stupid voice, or critic, or whatever you want to call it that won't stop nagging me. You know, nothing that can be fixed, so I do't know why you even asked."

"Of course it can be cured," Canada replied, his tone surprisingly confident, "I know you've probably heard this many times, even from me, but there's always hope. Sorry if you're sick of hearing it, but it's true."

There was a moment of silence, and soon, England had entered the room. At the sight of Canada, he greeted, "Hello Amer- I'm mean…. what's your name again? Oh right, Canada. Sorry."

France rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed by the Englishman's lack of comprehension at the moment. Canada on the other hand did not feel indignant at the lousy greeting as he assured, "You don't have to be sorry. At least you recalled my name this time."

"Hey Matthieu," France began, "could I have a word with you in private for a moment?"

Canada became extremely confused by the request, but nodded and followed France until they were completely out of earshot from the other two nations. France seemed to be extremely hesitant when he asked, "Um, this won't be too much for you, right? Are you sure you're not going to relapse?"

"I'll be fine," Canada assured, "as I said before, I'll never hurt myself again."

France inquired with uncertainty, "Are you sure?"

Canada nodded, and France sighed, "Well, I guess I'll take your word for it."

There was a moment of silence before France decided to ask, "So how do you plan on helping Amerique while you're here? Do you have any ideas?"

"Well," Canada began, "I was thinking about walking a short distance with him on a hiking trail in the woods. It wouldn't be too much exercise, and some fresh air might make him feel at least a little better."

"That doesn't sound like a bad idea," France nodded his head in agreement, and added, "Also, thank you for trying to help out your brother. You've grown up to be such a compassionate nation."

Canada felt himself blush at the compliment as he replied nervously, "No problem."

It was approximately one hour since Canada and France had their private conversation, and Canada was currently walking through the woods with his brother. The trail they were on was absent of any other individual's presence. Instead, the peaceful aura of wildlife occupied them. America was not having any conversation with his brother at all, so it wasn't as if he cared about whether they were alone or not. At least, not until an idea popped into his head. Excitement fluttered within America as he asked Canada, "Do you think I could go leak the lizard real quick?"

"What? In the woods?" Canada questioned disapprovingly, also disturbed by the metaphor America decided to use, "Why didn't you go before hand?"

"I did like five minutes before we left," America defended with a plea, "but I really have to go now. You know I my bladder can be very weak at times."

Canada thought the situation over for a moment before finally sighing, "Fine, you can go. Just don't take too long."

"Okay, thanks!" America exclaimed with a smile of gratitude before dashing off into the woods. The sudden dart caused Canada to flinch as he yelled out, "Hey wait! Why are you going so far into the woods!?"

America didn't even bother to slow down as he yelled back, "I can't pee if you're watching me!"

Canada only rolled his eyes, and remained where he stood as he began to wait patiently for his brother to return Although, he couldn't help but feel suspicious. Meanwhile, America continued to trudge through the forest as his thoughts became more elated, If I remember correctly, there's a gully in this forest that's pretty deep with a waterfall nearby. I do believe that there are some large boulders in the middle of the river. If the plan works, I should be able to either break my neck, bleed out from cracking my head open on one of the rocks, or just drown. It might be extremely painful, but the agony won't last too long, will it?

By the time America finally reached his destination, he glanced down at the river when he realized that his memory was in fact correct. Despite the tears that were beginning to slide down his face, the American smiled as he whispered, "Well, this is it. No more suffering. No more eating. No more exercising. No more troubles. Ha ha, surely I should feel more relieved?"

America continued to observe the river, and then a cruel realization hit him. He felt his legs begin to tremble as his heart began to race as if it was being chased by the panic and dread that began to attack his waning comfort levels. At last, he finally exclaimed in a nearly inaudible whimper, "Oh no! There's no way this plan could possibly work! I mean, what are the chances that I'll land head first into the water, or that the current will be strong enough to keep me under? Besides, the water is probably not deep enough. Why didn't I think this through?"

Who cares if your idiot plan might not work? The inner critic growled, The point is, you're finally getting rid of yourself. If you really have to, breath in the water until you lose consciousness. Now stop sulking, and just finish the job already! America nodded, and slowly began to walk towards the edge of the gully. The action continued to drag on, and the troubled nation only became more hesitant. Suddenly, a voice worried cried out from behind him, causing America to freeze in place immediately, "Alfred! What are you doing!?"

America didn't respond, nor did he bother to see who had just cried out to him. He was caught red handed in the action, and that was all there was to it. The owner of the voice who had just cried out to him did not take anymore than a few seconds to dash to where he was standing. Once America was finally over the shock, he figured out that whoever had just interrupted his plans was none other than his brother Canada. He should've known. Urgency flooded Canada's desperate interrogation towards America, "Oh America, you weren't about to jump to your death, were you? Was that what you were about to do!?"

Stop stalling and get the damn job done already! Who cares if your brother is around to witness it!? Just do it! The inner critic snarled. At that point, America had lost all awareness to his surroundings, which caused him to yell out with defeat, "SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!"

At last, America's legs buckled, and he fell to the ground. Canada watched the sight before him in a frightful fashion. There his brother laid. Curled into himself, and choking out agonizing sobs. The sight was beyond pitiful, and only created more hurt and confusion within the Canadian as he continued to watch his brother in such a miserable state. Eventually, Canada decided to kneel down next to America, and ask gently, "Alfred?"

The sobs became less violent, as if America was comforted at the sound of his brother's voice. However, Canada didn't know what else to say, so he began to massage one of his brother's shoulders. in hopes of calming the distressed nation. By the time his breathing had resumed to normal, America wailed quietly, "Matthew…."

Canada assured, "It's okay Alfred, I'm here."

Eventually, America began to grow drowsy. Canada noticed this, and asked, "Would you mind if I carried you home?"

America shook his weakly, and mumbled, "No."

Immediately after receiving the permission, Canada easily lifted his brother bridal style as if he weighed as much as a student's backpack, which surprised him quite a bit. Of course, he had the discipline not to comment on America's weight. Canada continued to walk through the woods, and back onto the trail, America had eventually fallen asleep with his head snuggled against the currently stronger nation's chest, who had once in fact a lot weaker than him in the past. Canada gave America a sad smile, and whispered to him, "I hope you get well soon."

The doorbell rang, and France was the one to answer the door. Only to be met with that of a certain Canadian who looked as if he was trying to hold back tears as he held his sleeping brother. France stepped aside, and continued to hold the door for Canada as the younger nation began to make his way inside. Canada walked up stairs in order to tuck America under the covers of his bed in his bedroom, and returned to the living room. His amethyst eyes began to flood with tears as he continued to stare at the ground. France approached the younger nation, and asked with concern, "What's wrong?"

The tears that had been building up within Canada's eyes finally spilled. His response was nothing more than a strangles stutter, "H-he….he tried to….to…."

France embraced Canada, and soothed, "Oh non Mattieu. Ne pleurer pas."

By the time Canada regained control over his voice, he finally recited the statement with ease, "He tried to kill himself."

"WHAT!?" England exclaimed, who just happened to enter the room as soon as those words had left Canada's mouth, "Did America try to kill himself again!?"

Canada nodded, and France shot England a pained glare, "Again? You never told me he tried it before!"

England ignored the accusation as he mumbled to himself, "My cute little America….how can the world be this cruel?"

There was a moment of silence before Canada finally stated, "Maybe America's depression is just beyond our control. Perhaps it would be best if we had him hospitalized, or at least brought him to a psychologist?"

"I don't want to bring him to a therapist!" England scowled. France agreed with less hostility, "The psychologist might ask him questions that are too personal. What happens if Amerique ends up telling them that he's a country? I highly doubt that would go over well."

Canada was beginning to grow desperate for a solution, "Well, can we at least start giving him some anti-depressants?"

England shook his head in despair, "Those don't always work. Besides, he could end up overdosing on them."

Canada's voice cracked with a sob, "Well then what are we going to do!?"

"I don't know," France admitted, "We're just going to have to try our best. Meanwhile, let's just be glad that he's a nation, and that it will take a lot more than a suicide attempt to kill him."

After that was said, no one spoke a single word to each other for the rest of the day.