Canada's Secret

VII

France POV

I cleared my throat. "Ahem."

Dear diary,

A regular day. No one noticed me, I did my job, my arms gained more scars. I wonder if anyone would notice, if anyone would care, if I just disappeared. That's ridiculous. No one would notice. The tally is at three.

-Canada

I chicks back sobs.

Dear diary,

I got pushed aside again. By a whole crowd. Knocked to the ground and trampled. The talley is at five.

-Canada

Some tears slip out. Other countries are mumbling, trying to figure out who this is.

Dear diary,

America, my own brother, hates me. The only timeline he remembers who I am is when he's making fun of me. My arms are stinging. Tally is at seven.

-Canada

Some countries have remembered, like England, Cuba, and Japan, but others are still trying to figure out what's going on.

Dear diary,

Today I was ignored at a world meeting. Again. No one noticed me, I was skipped, and, once again, sat on by Russia. Tally is at nine.

-Canada

Russias's eyes welled up with tears. He just remembered the small boy he had sat on.

Dear diary,

I'm about to do it. This time I actually will.

*there is what looks like blood stains and tears on the page*

It couldn't do it. I'm weak, pathetic, useless. The tally now stands at fourteen.

-Matthew

Hungary has started crying. She remembered him.

Dear diary,

My arms are so covered in slashes, you can barley see the normal skin. I wonder, should I go out with a bang? My one fiftieth as the year I die? I'm at twenty now.

-Matthew

"And then the next several pages are ripped out with the tears covers in blood." France concludes.

Several nations are crying, even France, and he had read them already.

"How could we let him suffer so much?" Hungary cries.

"Who?"

The nations look up to see Canada, who was standing just inside the doors, smiling sadly.