What's On The Inside Matters

Part 18

3rd Person POV:

"Our little secret." England thought over and over again as he retired for the evening. It was hard to believe that America wouldn't tell anyone, and once he found out who took his razor... His secret would be out. For the select few of the world that was present. "Clever..." he glared at the white wall and sighed distastefully. He would much rather be home than here... "Then again, most likely everyone else thought the same..." England whispered to himself, wishing for his magical friends to be here.

Once the island nation of Europe fell asleep, another conversation started up in another country's room. A certain American was being awoken from a light sleep from another nation that he had kissed... And of course, not expecting the wake-up call at two in the morning, he pulled out a gun he kept near him in the night. The American was very fond of his guns and found it giving him a sense of clarity. Nobody should wake up a sleeping American who likes guns.

"D-Don't shoot me America-san!" Japan whispered loudly.

"Japan?! What are you doing in here?" America whisper-shouted back, grabbing his glasses and looking at the digital clock on the nightstand to his right. "At 2 in the morning!?" He almost yelled, but suppressed it.

"We need to tark about what happened." Japan had to admit, it was hard to be this outgoing... And waking up the American was difficult at the time.

"Oh. Yeah that... I mean... I really wish things were the same... But I think both of us don't want to be alone... I guess I just needed someone who cares and would accept it. But of course I understand if you don't-"He was cut off by the nimble Asian nation kissing him on the cheek.

"I don't mind. And I actuary kind of enjoyed it..." The older nation blushed and looked at the younger superpower who released a sigh and smiled lightly.

"So are we good? I mean we could have a relationship but-"The younger nation was silenced by another kiss to his cheek.

"You tark too much America-san."

"I know... I do it when I'm pressured or nervous. I kind of just ramble on and on and on." After the second show of uncommon affection from Japan, he was blushing more than the older country.

"And having a rerationship wourd be nice to have with you."

"Really? I mean it's me for heaven's sake. Back before all of this I thought nobody could love me, but now I see the light."

"Werr, I love you for who you are."

With that, America and Japan embraced. It would have looked odd to bystanders, but this was the perfect relationship in their eyes. An introverted nation and an anorexic one didn't really fit the description of 'perfect couple' but they didn't care.

After the show of affection Japan returned to his room and America took off his glasses and fell back onto his pillow with a soft thunk.

"Maybe things will be happier now..." He mumbled while falling asleep slowly. But that wasn't true for another. Nobody may have noticed, but he needed comfort. The suicidal list had him in f-, but soon it would vanish completely. Similar to how America's faded out and returned, only his would fade out forever. He would be out of the shadows soon. The world could count on that.

A dark thought entered the nation's mind as he set the 'stage'. "What would happen to my country?"

A secret vial there, a needle there and a knife next to the rope on top of the tall box. He returned to his 'dorm' and left to retire. Or as France called it, beauty rest.

Nothing disturbed the sleeping nations. All but one. The nation with the equipment.

"Son please. Think of how your brother would react if you were to do this! He would either kill himself, go into depression or will blame himself! Please don't do this! You are too young to join us up here!"

"I have to... Sorry..."

The sound of synchronized alarm clocks sounded out. Each with a different strum of music. For example; Japan had Yuukyou Seishunka, America had Radioactive, Canada with One Dance and Russia woke up to Tuesday, a Burak Yeter Feat.

Despite the complete lack of harmony, it made everyone happy, well, almost everyone.

"I will not be there. By the time they find me, I will be gone."

As everyone grabbed cereal, some forced to and some just dumping boxes of random cereal into a giant pot with a gallon of milk everyone unfortunately failed to notice the one country absent. They also didn't get to see Prussia returning to his room covered in random cereal and lots of milk.

However, once he returned and finished eating with everyone, they all headed to the room to notice a dull black book with no number. It was thinner than the last one, but still had quite a selection of pages to be read. America took the book and flipped through the pages.

"All of these are blank... Wait! Found one." He said with a bad feeling about the ordeal.

"...cannot be brought back... is trying it..." Is what everyone heard, but in his mind he had the whole thing memorized. "Canada has found a way for a nation to commit suicide and no matter what, cannot be brought back. He wants to attempt it but Native America has talked him out of it. Multiple times. But he no longer has to wait. He is trying it."

Everyone ran after America as fast as they could. Despite in the condition he is in, he is still one of the fastest nations there is. He turned the corner, slammed into the wall from before and heard hysterical sobbing. He opened the door to his left and heard it click as it fell shut behind him, locking. What he saw was something he couldn't un-see.

Canada on a tall, weak box with a rope around his neck, a knife to one of his veins in his wrist, held there by more rope, and a bottle with a needle about to be put into his other arm.

"B-Brother? W-What are you doing here? W-Why don't we head back and join the others?"

"That won't due. I'm tired of living. And you are no example to abide by. I can finally be... free..."

"NO!" America lunged forward, shot the rope hanging from the ceiling and almost landed on his brother. The vial was damaged from the bullet and shattered in midair. He lunged forward as the broken glass with the liquid shattered and fell on them. He could tell that Canada had about half of the liquid covering his face, and he could feel the feeling of his beating heart fading; probably the same as Canada, and in his last moments of consciousness, mumbled a few words and took Canada's hand with a weak grip.

"I love you Mattie."

In his last moments, Canada heard his name and the sound of the door splintering open with a loud bang. Then, everything faded out.

They heard a gunshot behind the damaged wall and saw the door. Germany tried opening it, but no avail. They all took turns trying to bust open the door and wasn't expecting what they saw when one final kick from Germany brought the door off of its hinges.

A bright flash accompanied the bang as the door landed, everyone besides Canada and America started shouting, and then all was silent.