Blood and Tears

Loneliness and Voices.

       I stared blankly across the meeting room, the contries around me ignoring my presance and fighting like children. "I didn't say that you wanker!" England yelled across the room. "Ohonononon~. Of course you didn't Angleterre." France laughed. "SHUT UP EVERYBODY!" Germany yelled at the head of the enormous table. Everyone fell silent and sat down, looking at the germanic man. I sighed and hugged my bear tighter as they began talking again. Kumajirou sqermed and looked up at me. "Mister that hurts."

"Oh, sorry." I said in my whisper voice. America looked around. "Dudes, did you hear that?" England rolled his eyes. "That was your imagination you git. We didn't hear anything." I bit my lip and looked down. Why don't they notice me? Germany cleared his throat. "Back to zhe matter at hand. Who has a sugestion?" The room was silent then Italy raised his hand. "Yes Italy?" The italian smiled and closed his eyes. "PASTA~!" Everyone rolled their eyes. "Nein Italy. No pasta."

The little curl on his head sank. "But pasta is-a the solution for everything!" Germany sighed. "I guess zhe meeting is done zhen." Slowly the other nations got up and filed out of the room. I waited for everyone to leave. Italy ran screaming after Germany. "Wait Germany! Don't-a leave me alone!" I felt a pang in my heart. "But I'm still here..." I said quietly in the empty room. Reluctantly I got up and headed home. Kumajirou looked at me the whole time I drove. "Who are you?" He asked when we got home.

"I'm Canada!" I shouted in my whisper voice and slammed the car door and stomped into my house. I ran upstairs to my room and flopped on my bed and sobbed. Why don't they notice me? Not even my pet remembers my name. I rolled over and my bloodshot eyes locked with my nightstand. Something stirred inside my head. They don't notice you anyway. Why not a few more? Just a few. You're nothing to them, it would be a blessing on their part. I got up slowly from the bed and opened the drawer.

I picked up the little razor and ran my finger along the sharp edge. What are you? A coward? You're useless to them. Just a little nothing. A small bead of blood formed on my finger and I walked into my bathroom. I turned around and locked the door, turning on the water and pulling up my sleeve. Scars and cuts adorned my arms, some old, others scabbing. What are you? The voices said. I put the razor on my wrist, away from the veins. I closed my eyes and jerked the blade along my skin. I'm nothing...

*Yes I know, it's short. Next chapter will be longer though!