CanadaxReader:Missing

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again

Canada wandered through the streets meaninglessly. He had just gotten out of a world meeting. It was the same as always, America yelling about being the hero while Britain tried to tell him otherwise, followed by France picking a fight with the Englishman. Italy kept yelling about pasta and white flags, and eventually the meeting commenced with Germany screaming at everyone. And of course, as usual, Canada had been completely ignored. Unseen. Invisible.

Maybe someday you'll look up
and barely conscious you'll say to no one,
"Isn't something missing?"

"Why don't they notice me? Not even America, my own brother?! Sure I'm quiet, but that doesn't mean I have nothing to say." Canada mumbled to himself, stopping to stare up at the stars that were starting to appear within the sunset.

"I'm sick of all this. I just...I don't think I can do it anymore." Tears started pricking his indigo eyes, threatening to start a waterfall that would be almost impossible to stop. This had started happening more and more. He just felt so...neglected and unloved. There was only one person he knew that may have cared about him, but he barely saw her anymore.
You won't cry for my absence I know.
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant?
Am I so insignificant?

He knew a place. A place where he could easily end it all. It wasn't too far from here.

It would be easy.

It wasn't like anyone cared, right?

No one would notice his absence. Nothing would change. They could easily get another person to personify Canada. Someone who wasn't so shy and could share their ideas. Someone who could actually be seen. Yeah... his country would be better off with someone like that.

Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?
Even though I'm the sacrifice,
you won't try for me not now.

Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone

The Canadian thought of (country name). To be completely honest, he had fallen for her the moment they met. She had actually seen him. Their friendship had been strong the moment they begun talking. Canada knew it was only because she pitied him at first, because she knew he was invisible to all the other countries. But as they talked more and more, they had become much closer.

However, (country name) was a small country. She was rarely invited to meetings, only the ones that were absolutely essential for every country to attend. They had always sat together though, and would even joke around while pretending to listen to the constant rants. She was the only one who made Canada feel truly happy. Lately though, she had been busy with more work, and she hadn't been able to meet with him. So he was left to deal with everything by himself. And having a month of everyone ignoring you was enough to send anyone into a depression.

If she could live without him for that long, she wouldn't miss him if he was gone forever, right?

Isn't someone missing me?

Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again


Canada continued his walk, but now it had purpose. He knew of a cliff not far from here. After a long, long drop, anyone who fell would hit jagged rocks, followed by icy water. As long as he died from the drop, Canada was sure that's as painless his death could be. He knew he couldn't stand it anymore, living was becoming too much of a pain. So he would end it.

He would end it all.

The walk seemed to take both years and seconds at the same time. Before he knew it, he was standing on the grassy cliff, near the base where the land started narrowing to a point at the end.

I breathe deep and cry out.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Canada fell to his knees, flinging his head back to stare at the sky once more. Mustering everything inside of him, he did something that would normally seem out of character.

He raised his voice as loud as possible and screamed at the heavens. By now the tears were streaming down his face, and combined with his voice, he was releasing all the emotions he tried to keep bottled in for so long.

"WHY WON'T YOU NOTICE ME?! I'M HERE, I'VE ALWAYS BEEN HERE. DAMMIT AMERICA, WHAT KIND OF BROTHER ARE YOU?! I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU ALL!" He yelled to no one in particular, half hoping someone would come and give him the answers he needed. But no one did, he was still alone as ever.

Canada stood back up, trying to wipe away some of the salty water pouring from his eyes. It was time, he knew. It was time to end his suffering.

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me not now.
Thought I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't someone missing me?

The personification of the second biggest country in the world now stood at the end of the cliff, staring down at the frigid water below. Some of his memories started flashing before his eyes, from when he was a child to the present day. He saw the days he used to spend with France, England and America as a child, so shy and naive, but everyone was still able to see him. Then he watched as he started to become invisible to everyone, even the people he had called family.

They wouldn't notice he was gone, that was for sure. And even if they did, they wouldn't care. Life would go on like normal.

And if I bleed, I'll bleed.
Knowing you don't care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you,
I'll wake without you there.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't something...

Canada felt himself start to sway forwards. His pain would end now. His foot started slowly creeping over the edge, and his body was going to follow through...

Until he felt something grab his arms.

Before he knew it, he was being dragged backwards, back towards the open field that had been behind him. He heard a female voice that seemed to be coming from the same person dragging him, muttering to herself. And then, as they got far away from the cliff, he was turned around and pulled into a warm embrace. Slightly startled, he looked down and saw a familiar mop of (h/c) hair underneath his chin, the face below it nuzzled into his chest.

"My god Canada, what were you thinking?!" Sure enough, it was (country name). The tears he thought had stopped started to return as he tried to explain himself.

"I-I thought that n-no one would care... i-if I were to just leave...s-so I came here a-a-and..." He broke down once more, the only thing keeping him from collapsing was your tight hug.

"Canada, don't you get it? I wouldn't be able to stand it if something were to happen to you. I...I love you."

His indigo eyes looked into your (e/c) ones desperately, as if trying to figure out if you were telling the truth.

"R-really? W-well I love you too (country name)."'

He hooked a finger under your chin and pulled your face up, bringing your lips towards his for a gentle kiss. You eagerly returned it, wrapping your arms around his neck. When you pulled apart for air, you both leaned in to connect your foreheads, looking into each other's eyes lovingly.

"Canada, please, never scare me like that again."

"I promise I won't."

Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

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Canada abruptly sat up in bed, panting slightly and trying to recover from the dream.

"Canada? What's wrong?" You said drowsily beside him, having been woken by his sudden movement.

"I dreamt about that night... when  you said you loved me..."

You smiled sadly, remembering the terrifying night vividly even though it had only happened a year before. The you thought about how far you had come since then. You reached up and pulled Canada back down to lay beside you once more.

"Don't worry, that night is behind us now. Your much happier now, right?"

He nodded slowly, taking your left hand and kissing the ring that rested on it.

"Then that's what matters."

You watched the Canadian's eyes close, and he murmured "I love you." before drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

"I love you too, Canada. Always remember that."