3 person POV

Italy finished coloring his artwork of scars red. 'Will anyone notice if my sleeves get longer then they all ready have?' He asks himself. Little does he know the German who he lives with notices more then anyone would know. Yet Italy still can't get the hints of love interest practically radiating off the German. So the Italian continues to lock himself away, colors his now pale skin red, and doesn't eat. He thinks no one notices even if some do. It's his depressing story of hating life. He hates himself almost as much as he imagines everyone else hating him. Even if someone does notice him not being himself, they brush it off and tell him that I doesn't suit him to be a attention whore and pretend to be depressed. But Italy isn't a attention whore and isn't faking his depression. All of its real. So instead of appearing different then his usual happy self he puts a large fake smile, a fake smile so convincing that most do not question his mental state. But some of his fellow countries do, some have noticed his inner sadness. But still no one asks. It's as if they don't care, when really they don't knows how to get through to the Italian with out him walking away to sob his eyes out in his bedroom where no one can hear him. The Italian is suffering with unescapable form of depression that's taken his mind and turned into such a dark place filled with depression and self loath. Honestly he believes the world will forget him. He wants to give Italy to his brother.If he excepts, Italy knows he'll fade into nothingness. No one would notice anyways. He thinks of himself as a joke. People laugh at him when he says he's sad. "I'm a joke to the world" the Italian states sadly, tears making their way down his face almost racing to see who can reach his bloody wrists first. Outside the Italians door a German sits, him listening carefully, even if every word the Italian says breaks his heart. For the Italian was once so happy, now he's just a shell of who he used to be. The German doesn't understand what the Italian has been through but he knows it's a lot. Even if the German country is younger then the Italian he understands what it's like to be frowned at by the world.  If the German could he'd break down the door to comfort his best friend and crush, but he doesn't want to bother the Italian. Maybe he should just try for a conversation, but he feels like that's a bad idea. He will do it on day. The German sighs and leaves the hallway, frowning. The German goes to cook some food, while the Italian drowns in his emotion. The Italian rushed out of his room, his weapon in his pocket. He walks into the kitchen, watching the German cook. The German soon notices the Italian, he turns around quickly, grabbing the Italian, pulling him into a tight embrace. After letting go the Italians eyes open slightly reveling the golden-brown color to the German. The German knows something is wrong, Italy only opens his eyes when something bad is going to happen. The Italian says a few words "Auf Wiedersehen"((feels))  it's goodbye in German. The Italian runs away, pulling the gun out of the pocket, and places the cold metal barrel to his head. He shoots falling to the ground. The German who was chasing the Italian stops, tears falling from the ground as he says the last words to the Italian "Auf Wiedersehen  Schatz..." ((MORE FEELS))The German grabs the gun. Then shooting himself.