Hello again! ~ But anyways this story is depressing so dont read if you you dont like depressing stuff~ I have suffered from depression myself so I know what im writing. Right?

Trigger warning

You often found yourself locked up in your room, staring at the wall and lost in the past. None of your friends bothered to ask what was wrong, they simply stopped texting you. Only one seemed to care, and he was Matthew.

A series of one shots involving England...and you. :) (Some are yaoi/boyxboy though~) P.S., I do not own England (I wish I did) or you, for you are you and I am me and England is awesome (and made by Hidekaz Himaruya).

(Completed; Ten Chapters) Your decision was final. You were going to go to Iceland. Your friend, Arthur had thrown a fit when he found out that you were taking the long trip from England to Iceland. This was his final effort to get you not to go. Here. In the airport. With tons of people watching his tantrum. (Hetalis and all characters, excluding the reader, belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. The picture is not mine. I own the storyline.)

(Two part story) You walked through the hallways of your grimy, old high school. You knew what that day was. And you hated that day. It was the day that you had to see the school counselor. Your just recently widowed mother had told you to go at least once, for her sake if not yours. You didn't want to upset your mother, her being in the fragile state she was, so you decided to see the counselor once and never go back. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Canada, or the picture. I own the storyline.)

You've had enough of life and so you're finally going to put it into an end for once but.....

(Oneshot) You were extremely depressed. You hated your life, and you had scars on your wrists and hospital records to show for it. You went to a school where everyone seemed to ignore you. You felt like no one needed you. You felt unwanted. You felt unloved. You did have some five friends that were guys, and you even had a crush on one of them, Lukas Bondevik. They were there for you, but it still didn't seem to help your situation. Things had escalated and gotten worse. You were starting to think about actually ending your life, not just cutting to the point of having to be rushed to the hospital. You wanted to end it all and not ever come back. (I don't own you, Hetalia, Norway, or the picture. I own the storyline.)