Canada's POV:

"Kuma, I'm home!" I said, calling out to my pet polar bear. Kuma lumbered out into the entryway, looking up at me with his tiny black eyes. I smiled and knelt down, petting his soft fur affectionately.

"Who are you?" he questioned softly. My shoulders slumped and I sighed dejectedly, shaking my head. What was the use of telling Kuma my name again? He would just forget it after a few seconds, anyway. I flopped onto the couch and cracked open a can of soda. The events of this afternoon played over and over again in my mind, and I smirked. I had relished the look of pain on America's face as I had held him back. Akaska's screams filled my ears,and I grinned wickedly.

"That's what you get for forgetting your own brother," I whispered hoarsely before taking another swig of the soda. My cellphone began to ring and I sighed, reaching to pick it up. I winced when I saw that it was my boss. What did that jerk want now?! Sighing, I answered.

"Canada, did you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Help Syria, you idiot!" I winced at the sudden anger in my boss' voice and I held tbe phone a little farther from my ear.

"N-no, boss. I swear I didn't," I said, swallowing back my fear. My boss sighed and hung up abruptly. Shrugging, I put down my phone and got up, walking into the bathroom. I froze when I passed by the mirror. I glared at my frail, pitiful reflection, tears beginning to spill. I was a nobody, a misfit, and now I was a monster. I had hurt innocent people just so I could get revenge. Alaska's screams echoed through my head again, but they no longer gave me satisfaction.

"Y-you're [beep]ing pathetic, you k-know that?! S-stupid and s-selfish and emotionally stunted! No wonder e-everyone forgets you, you worthless. Piece. Of. [BEEP]!!!" I screamed. I glared at my reflection, clutching the sink so hard that my knuckles turned white. I began to tremble and I bowed my head. Tears rolled down my cheeks like rain and sobs shook my entire body. I fell to my knees, burying my head in my hands.

"M-my razor. W-where's my razor?" I sobbed, searching through the cupboard underneath the sink. Finally spotting it, I grabbed it and tore off my shirt, readying the blade over my arms, already covered in scars from past times I had hurt myself. They were all because I wanted to distract myself from the pain of being forgotten and ignored by those who should be the ones who loved and cared about me. Now, it was because I deserved it.

"Worthless. Peice. Of. [Beep]," I said, making long, deep cuts on my right arm. I moved on to my left, more insults crowding my mind. When I was done, I had 10 new cuts on both of my arms. I chuckled slightly at the amount of blood flowing onto the floor. I deserved it. I deserved all of it.

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America's POV:
I paced up and down the halls of the hospital, running my fingers through my hair worryingly. England and Lithuania, who'd driven Alaska and I to the hospital, had tried to get me to calm down. It was no use, though. After what seemed like an eternity, a nurse finally came into the waiting room, holding a clipboard.

"Arthur Kirkland, Alfred F. Jones, and Toris Laurinaitis?" she said, looking at the three of us. England and Lithuania shot out of their seats and stood next to me.

"That's us. Is Viktor going to be alright?" I asked anxiously. It felt strange to use Alaska's human name, but it couldn't be helped. The nurse nodded, smiling kindly. "Now, if you'll come with me, Viktor wants to see you," she replied, turning and leaving the waiting room. I beamed at England and Lithuania before dashing down the hallway after the nurse.

"Alfie!" Alaska croaked happily when I came into the room. I smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. The nurses, England, and Lithuania stayed outside and closed the door so that we could talk in private. When they were gone, I burst into tears and hugged Alaska's frail body close.

"I-I'm so sorry, Alaska. This is all my fault. If I wasn't such a retarted-"

"Don't you dare call yourself that, America! This isn't your fault!" Alaska said wildly, wrapping his tiny arms around me as much as he could. "You're the best big brother ever, and I know you don't want to hurt Syria with the bomb. You just want to keep everyone safe!" he added, looking me in the eyes. I shook my head. Alaska was wrong. All of this was my fault, whether he liked the fact or not. I kissed him on the cheek and stood up to leave.

"A-America?"

"Yeah?"

"After everyone else visits me, can you stay? Please don't leave me alone. This place is so big and scary, and I'm so small. It's so scary here," Alaska begged, tears shining in his eyes. I bit my lip to keep from crying harder. Those were almost the exact words I had said to England when he had to leave me for business once. It was when I was still really small. But, he hadn't stayed, or even taken me with him. He'd left me all alone.

"Of course I will, Alaska."