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Lonely Meets Invisible

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(This is a RusCan fanfic) this is my first time writing , so sorry if this is bad .

Also Trigger Warning: mention of self harm , etc. (get ur tissues ready Fangirls)

-and I won’t be doing any accents , and some parts are pretty deep

Chapter 1 : Loneliness and Pain

Russia’s P.O.V

I Put on my scarf, and then my coat. I unlock the door and start, walking to the meeting. I look to my side, I see a few people laughing together. I stop walking and stop and smile , I then wonder if I will ever have a friend. I Zone out thinking what having a friend would be like, or at least someone to talk too. I used to have the Baltic’s and my sisters, but now that I think about it I never was that close to them. I then remember about the meeting, and then start sprinting. Today Italy is hosting the G8 meeting, I stop to take a breath. I look around and see the beautiful place, Italy calls home. And then I start running again, till I reach the place of the meeting. I realize that my watch is wrong, and take a break from running. I sit on a small bench, look around. After a few minutes, I start walking in.

Canada’s P.O.V

I look at my alarm clock, I jump and realize I only have a few minutes to get ready. I jump out of bed and slip on some clothes, I go into the bathroom. I look into the mirror, I’m still shaking from fear of being late. But then I remember who I am, I’m Canada the country always forgotten. I’m always skipped during meetings and I’m basically invisible. I look at a razor blade on the side of my sink, pick it up and my hand starts shaking. I pick it up, and I roll up my sleeve and make the first cut. I cut my arm two more times. I look at the time, I just go anyway I mumble. then quickly pull out a med kit from inside a cabinet. I quickly bandage up my three cuts , roll down my sleeve and start heading out to the meeting.Before I go I put my bladeI in, a pencil sharpener just in case.I even bring a Pencil with me to sell the act. I run quickly, inside the building. I sit down next to Russia.

Chapter 2 : Meetings and Greetings

Russia’s P.O.V

I look to my left, I open my mouth to say ”hi” to America. But before I can say anything, I realize that something different with “America”. I look around and see the real America, and I look to my left again and notice this “America” is different. I notice the other “America” has a small curl, not a cowlick. I look at France and notice the other “America” has hair more like France, but shorter and just as wavy. Even the same shade of blond. The meeting starts, but I can’t help but stare at the other “America”.

Canada’s P.O.V

I look around, just as every meetings France and England where fighting. I look over past France and England and see my brother, America shouting “I’m The Hero” and eating burgers. I also spot Germany looking at his plans, and Italy and Japan talking about anime, getting all excited over ships and stuff. I finally noticed Russia sitting there all alone, I admit I feel his pain sometimes. I look at him and see he’s keeps looking at me, but when I look at him he turns away. I start to panic, wondering if he say my bandaged arm. I pull down my sleeve quickly, and turn around to Germany yelling and everyone (except me) starts talking about there plans and stuff.

Russia’s P.O.V

I zone out looking at Canada, but I snap out of it. I hear Germany yelling once again and concluding the meeting. I see all the other G8 members walk out, except one. I walk over and say “Hello. “America” snaps out of a daze and looks at me like, he’s confused. He looks up at me and starts stuttering “Y-ou Ca-n S-ee M-e?”. I nod yes, he looks like a mix of confused and happy. He does something unexpected to me, I see him jump up and hug me. I hug back, and he whispers “Th-ank Y-o-u , Fo-r Notice-ing M-e.” I’ve never been hugged before, (besides Belarus, trying to get me to marry her) I just froze. I think “America” noticed, he let go and I stood there still in the moment. I asked him “what’s your name” and he reply’s “I’m Can-ada”. I asked him “What hotel are u staying at?” He said “(insert name of hotel in North Italy)”. I looked at him and smiled and said “I’m staying at the same hotel too”. Canada smiled , and then I asked him “do u want to come over, tonight?”. He said “sure”. We both started walking to the hotel, I admit I’ve never been this happy.

Chapter 3 : Unexpected Sleepover

Canada’s P.O.V

I still can’t believe it, I’ve been noticed and made a friend. Russia was intimidating, but he was actually really kind and sweet. I can’t believe it but I’m kinda starting to really like Russia. My thought got interrupted when Russia spoke “Do you want to come over to, my room or you’re room?”. I whisper “Mine room is fine”. Russia nodded yes. I was surprised he heard me, there’s something special about him.

====Time Skip Brought To You By: England’s Eyebrows====

We finally got back to the hotel, I walked to my room with Russia. I pulled my key out and we walked in. I apologized for the mess and explained, how I was almost late this morning for the meeting. “That’s okay, I was almost late too” He said in a soft tone. I don’t know why some countries, call him Creepy he’s a very nice, sweet, gentle, guy. maybe you just have to get to know someone, before you judge them. It started to get late, I was still getting use to the new time zone. I pulled out some leftovers , and me and russia had a nice, peaceful, time. I asked to watch a movie, Russia said “sure”. I lay down next to him and, start to close my eyes and pass out next to Russia.

Russia P.O.V

I look over to see Canada, fast asleep. I mumble to myself, “he’s so cute when he’s asleep.” I start to blush. I decide to stay with him for the night. I carefully pick him up, and place him on then couch. I fix the bed and start carefully, placing him on the bed. I tuck him in the covers, I start to get in bed with him. I noticed something sticking out of his pocket on his, button up shirt. I grab it it’s a pencil, and a pencil sharpener. I accidentally dropped the pencil sharpener, I picked it up and noticed there was a razor blade in there. I was confused until, I saw a bit of blood on one side. was Canada trying to hurt himself? I had a idea, I slowly lifted up one sleeve. what I saw gave me a wave off guilt, and sadness. it hit me like a tsunami, I looked at the bloody bandages. I took it off a little, I saw three fresh cuts. I decided to talk to Canada about this in the morning, I put the pencil sharpener along with the razor blade inside in a cabinet he couldn’t reach. I slowly climbed in bed and held him close to me.

Chapter 4 : A Talk

Canada’s P.O.V

I woke up to , a sence of security and warmth. I opened my eyes and realized it was Russia. He held me closely, I tried to get out of his grip. After a couple minutes of struggling, I gave up and enjoyed it. Around a half a hour later, Russia woke up. He looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back. He giggled looking at my messy hair, and I blushed. He got up and started walking to a very high cabinet, he started to get something out of it. I wondered what it was. I then realized my sleeve with my cuts on it was pulled up, I started to get up and try to make a run for it. I pulled my sleeve back down, But Russia stopped me, before I could even get near the door. He sat me down and looked at me. Not with Hate, or anger not even dissatisfaction. He just looked me with tears in his eyes, pulled up my left sleeve and whispered “why?”. I could hear the pain in his voice, and instead of answering I just broke down. I started to shake and cry, Russia didn’t reply he just held my in his arms, tight. He whispered in my ear, trying to reassure me I’m going to be okay. He just held me tight, we’ll I poured my eyes out. I started to go on how much I hurt, when I was forgotten at meetings, and how even my own family forgets me sometimes. He just nodded his head and tried his best to calm be down. after a emotional hour, I had no tears left. I just talked and he guided me through, and even telling me about how lonely he was before he meet me. He said we were going to get through this, together. I smiled, a thing I haven’t done in a while. We both relaxed, and took it easy for the rest of the day

Chapter 5 : Feelings

Russia’s P.O.V

I try to relax, and not show fear for Canada’s sake. It was a emotional day, but I’m glad it’s over now. I just want to protect Canada and make sure he is safe. It was definitely ruff to bring up my own past, I have to admit Canada is very brave to tell me all that. I don’t know if it’s a feeling of Love or Friendship. I’ve had neither, Once again Canada feel asleep, in my arms. I’m not mad though, I love when it happens. I fix the bed once again for my and Canada, I gently place Canada down. I tuck him in and we both go to sleep,

Chapter 6 : Panic Attack

Canada’s P.O.V

I wake up in the middle of the night sweating, I can’t sleep and I’m shaking inside and out. I feel like I’m dying, gasping for breath. I shake a Russia trying to wake him up, he wakes up to me sweating and more pale then usual. He asks what’s wrong, I tell him I’m feeling. He calms me down and explains to me that I was having a a panic attack. after 20 minutes of what felt like dying, I was now better. Russia still by my side with his phone, ready to call for medical help. Russia asked me, was I thinking of anything that could cause me to panic. I explained to him that I was worried to tell my family, about my current situation. He nodded and said “I’ll be with all the way.” In a sweet loving tone. I blushed, he’s as sweet as maple syrup. We watched some tv to calm down, and eventually I feel asleep again.

Chapter 7 : Suprise Vistor

Russia P.O.V

I hear a knock on the door, I open it carefully and see... America. America glared at me “What are you doing here Commie?”. He says it with sass and a rude attitude, as he puts his hand of the side of door frame. I can say nothing and signaled Canada, to come over. I can see a worried look on Canads when he sees who, it is. Canada quietly says “Hi America, come in.” America walks by, and gives me one last dirty look. After a while of talking to Canada, America was finally ready to go. I could tell Canada didn’t tell America anything yet, because he had a long sleeved hoodie on and put some eye drops in to make his eyes less red. I walked America to the door, but when we got to the parking lot America said “listen commie, I need you to meet me here tomorrow.” I nodded okay, and got worried what he’s trying to do. I walk back to Canada’s room, to spend another night with him.

Chapter 8 : America’s Plan

Russia’s P.O.V

I wake up and eat breakfast with Canada, like usual. Today I had to lie to Canada, it was hard but I had too. I said I had to go to the supermarket, he said okay. I’ll admit it wasn’t a total lie I was going there straight after, I meet America. I said goodbye to Canada and put his razor blade in, the Extra tall Cabinet just in case. I walked to the parking lot, America was there. He said “follow me.” I said okay and started following him. We walked to some abandoned storage room. America started to shine a bright light in my face.

America’s P.O.V

This might sound crazy, but I need to trick the commie into saying something. Hopefully after showing Canada the tape he will stay away from the commie.

Repeat after me “Canada is weak and Useless, I hate him, I would never be friends with him.” “Why?” The commie asked, he’s trying to act all innocent. “Because I said so” “but I don’t want to say that!” The commie started to raise his voice.”okay, I’ll let u go but don’t tell Canada!” , “please.” The commie turned at me and said “sure.” I no longer needed him I had a even better plan, I called Belarus, I explained how the commie wanted to date my brother. Before I knew it she came, like she teleported or something, I told her the plan she nodded in agreement. She said the lines, then I used a editor app to make her voice sound like Russia’s.

Chapter 9 : Goodbye World....

Canada’s P.O.V

I hear a knock on the door, I put the tv on pause and open it. I knew it! It was Russia!

I opened the door and hugged him, him placed the groceries down and hugged me back. Togeather we unpacked the groceries. Russia said there was another meeting coming up, I nodded. I had to admit me and Russia really like Italy’s home, it’s very different from ours. Russia’s home is very cold like mine. Russia starts preparing a meal for us, all of a sudden I get a text message. I read, it it’s from America

====America====

Hey dude

Hi America

I have bad news

What? Is something wrong!?

I bumped into a Russia and he told me bad things

Like what???

How he truly feels bout u

📺=== Audio===📺

🇺🇸America: How do u feel bout Canada?

🇷🇺Russia: oh, Canada he’s just weak and useless... I hate him

🇷🇺Russia: I can’t stand being friends with him, he’s just so weird and emotionally unstable

🇺🇸America: I knew it commie.....

🎞===Audio===🎞

............

I know dude, I’m speechless

U gonna be okay?

Canada? Dude?

=Chat Ended=

Canada’s P.O.V

I just can’t believe it..... it, can’t be right?

Can it?

Russia watching tv.... nows my chance, I run too our room what Russia doesn’t know about me is my secret, Razor blade. I hid it, I thought I would never need to use it again.... I was wrong. I run off to the bathroom with my razor blade, I pull out a piece of paper and start writing on it with my pencil.....

Goodbye World....

I take my blade, roll up my sleeves and I did it....

Chapter 10 : Where’s Canada?

Russia P.O.V

It’s m-y frien-d

I hear I noise, like something fell... or someone. I gonna go investigate, “Canada are you in there?” No response “please Canada, let me in.... please?” “I getting worried!?!” Ok you asked for it. I use all my strength and break the door open.

........

Canada?

.......

Holding back the tears, I quickly call Medical Help

====The Call====

Hello, thi-s is Ivan Buraginsuki

Plea-se send

Help...

*come on Russia*

His name is Matthew Williams

He’s (Probably around 20,21)

Our hotel address is *insert address*

Ok sir, where on are way

====End of the call====

Thankfully before I knew they came, they carefully lifted Canada up, and from there I sat in the back of the ambulance with Canada. After a while the set Canada up, to different machines. I wanted to see him for just a little longer but they said no...

While waiting I decided to call some people close to where we are,

I call Italy, England, France

A few minutes later I see Italy, with France and England.

“Ve~ Russia what happend!?”

I replied in a shaky voice “Can-ada he’s h-urt”

*England and France*

“WHAT!!!”

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