Might not be so good. '>.<'

WARNING: Feels and suicidal actions and thoughts.

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The time was WWII. Jk. It was during a world meeting and America was trying to say his thoughts. 'Why won't nobody listen to me. I mean I have good ideas, but of course they won't listen to a loud, fat, disgusting, American.' America then knew it wasn't worth it. He then sat down and let everyone else discuss their thoughts. England saw America deep in thought. 'What is he thinking?' After the meeting America was the last one to leave. England looked behind him to see America just looking at the floor holding his stuff. England then walked over to America. "Hey, America. Is something bothering you?" America looked up at the Englishman. "No. I'm just...." He tried to find the right word to say. "Thinking." America then gave a small, but weak smile. Just enough to fool him. "Oh. Alright." England then walked off knowing that something was in fact bothering him. 'He can't fool me.'

~Time skip brought to you by Tony the fab alien~

America was home now. He wrote in his diary everything that happened today.

"Dear diary,

 Nobody will listen. I have great ideas but everyone thinks of me as just a loud, fat, disgusting, American. I wouldn't blame them. I mean I do put on this act. I try to be the hero but I am just the wannabe. Even England thinks I'm a 'wanker.' I actually wish that me and Canada could trade places. I wish he was noticed while..I wish to be unnoticed. It's hard not being liked by my fellow countries. I know why they don't like me. Maybe it's time that I call it quits. Nobody will care right? I mean, they all hate me. But I don't hate them. I even think Russia hates me. I decided that I will die. Why not. Nobody will care. No one will miss me. I hate me sometimes. Just cutting isn't doing very well. I guess I should at least make a suicide letter.

Goodbye diary.

~Alfred F. Jones"

He closed his diary and went online. He thought he should at least say his goodbyes. Especially to his crush, Arthur Kirkland. The personification of England. The one he left for his freedom. The one he knows hates him the most. He went to his email and sent everyone his suicide letter. But he made a special one for Arthur.

"Dear Arthur,

By time you read this I will be dead. I can't stand everyone hating me anymore. Nobody will listen to me. Everyone just thinks of me as the loud, disgusting, annoying, fat, American. But by time I'm gone I'll be the guy nobody will miss. I know that I'm hated by everyone, but I wish that I was cared. I wanted to be Canada for so long. I wish that I was unnoticed. I cut, and I cut. But that doesn't work anymore. Every night I cry myself to sleep. I just want someone to love me. And I guess since I am writing this I should tell you how I feel. I love you, Arthur. I really do. I know you don't feel the same. But, I just needed to get that off my chest. Goodbye Arthur. I really will miss you, even though you won't miss me.

Sincerely, Alfred the dead American."

He sent it and closed his laptop. He changed into a button up white dress shirt and some tan dress pants. He slid on his bomber jacket and combed his hair. He was at least going in style. He looked around for something to use a noose. He found a tie and was busy tying it onto his fan. "Goodbye."

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England's P.O.V

Arthur's phone buzzed while he was walking to Alfred's place. He looked at his new message and read it. As soon as he read it he was running. His leg's were burning and he didn't care. He didn't hate him. God. He was so stupid! Why hadn't he said something sooner?! God! Soon Arthur was at Alfred's house. He busted in and ran into the living room where Alfred was about to put the made noose around his neck. "Alfred! Don't!" He ran to Alfred and tackled him to the ground. "Don't you dare leave this world. God. ARE YOU STUPID?! YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK FOR GOD SAKES!" Alfred starting crying and Arthur pulled him close to him. "I'm sorry. It's just that everyone hates me." Alfred was crying harder this time. Arthur lifted his chin up and pecked him on the lips. "I don't hate you. I don't think of you like that. I actually care for you a lot and I'm sorry that I didn't say anything sooner." Alfred started crying into Arthur while he just pulled him closer calming him down.

~One year later 3rd p.o.v

Alfred had gotten help and was now getting better. After Arthur had saved his life they started dating. The other countries had read the letters and had been apologizing to Alfred. He had made some friends and slowly starting getting happier. His life was slowly turning around for him. And it was all thanks to Arthur for saving his life. Arthur was the hero this time.

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Sorry that this was sad. And sorry if you cried. Here are some tissues. *hands tissues*

Hope this was not too sad that you were flipping tables and eating ice cream while watching Twilight movies.