What's On The Inside Matters

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OMG I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT TO UPDATE MY WATTPAD OMGOMGOMG SORRY GUYS -11/4/16-

I'm baaaaaack! H0pe u are ready to have your feels crushed~~ and once this story is done ima edit it and add some parts so be prepared..

This chapter is also a little short.. Sowwy,

3rd Person POV:

He didn't know how to react. He stood still, frozen to the spot where he stood. Everyone was looking at him, waiting for a reaction of sorts, but this time, he didn't care about the attention. He was still shocked by what he was just told.

"C-Can you repeat that?" His voice sounded foreign, too much like him.

"I-I'm sorry lad... Canada is dead..."

He leaned against the wall behind him, shaking and struggling to keep the tears in, from across the room, he heard Prussia crying. They were always really close friends.

"America-" England started, unable to finish due to the broken sobs that started coming from the 2 countries.

Everyone felt sorrow. Everyone wanted to cry, but they felt that it would only anger America and Prussia, due to the fact that they had always forgotten the country who had just passed because of their mistakes.

America looked around- a broken smile on his face, tears streaming down his pale cheeks- almost expecting Canada to be amongst the audience, as if it were some cruel joke. But his wish did not come true. He tried to speak, no noise coming out.

Across the room, Germany was trying to comfort his older brother, but failing. He didn't feel the same grief as his brother did. Germany was the only one who knew of Prussia's crush on the silent nation. Prussia looked up- almost in a trance- and saw the others surrounding him and America with tears in their eyes. Tears that didn't deserve to fall.

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America and Prussia sat near each other in a corner. Both were silent and only moved when needed. They weren't crying, smiling or showing any emotion. Sometimes, they would look at each other and Prussia would start to cry again, America rubbing his back. Eventually they both fell asleep, America near Japan and Prussia near his brother. Japan and Germany would give each other looks of understanding when one of the 2 countries would cry and cling to them in their sleep.

They had finished the entries from the room. Most of them directed at Canada, but others were included.

"Dear diary, I don't know why so many people think that the humans we care for the most- mourn the most- are those in the history books. Of course, our leaders, movers, and shakers have done a lot for us. But sometimes, the people that mean the most to us are just that: ordinary people. Even if no one else knows or remembers them, we do. We don't just remember the generals; we remember the soldiers. We don't just honor the kings; we honor those who served him.

Dear diary, I know I shouldn't ask for much but...it makes me sad, sometimes when people forget that my people fought in WW1 and WW2. A week after France and England declared war, I independently announced that I would fight, too. I trained Arthur and Al's pilots. I fought in Normandy on June 6th, 1944, alongside my brother and Arthur. On D-Day, I held my beach there and reached my objective to save France. I was one of the liberators of the Netherlands. And yet... I'm usually forgotten. Or considered cowardly and weak. I wonder what I did to make them think that way...

When they were kids, they tried to switch places to confuse France and England quite a few times. It never worked."

They only had one response, and that was a pain filled smile from America at the last Canada entry. There was one from France that made America, Prussia and France start to cry, reminded of their major loss.

"Dear diary, England can have America to himself. I found a new country just close by. He seems like a quiet little boy and can break down any time, but I will take good care of him. Like a brother should."

They saw a door open across the room, and one by one, each country moved out. Nobody saw the letters appear behind them, one missing from before. RIP JIG C.

-11-4-16-

I cant find inspiration for my stories... That doesn't mean that I'm discontinuing them... but updates may take longer and some chapters may be shorter than others...

I also realized that I have lots of mental illnesses so I have to deal with those too...

But I will NOT stop updates. I find it horrible that authors let their fans down like that. Especially on good stories...

But that's all for now. This A/N isn't on fanfiction.net, I added it just now...

Until then~