Matthew Williams looked into the mirror and sighed. He'd been careless lately. Marks trailed all over his neck and to his exposed collar bone. His hair was greasy and hung in strands before his (once bright) purple eyes.

"... How did I let it get this far..?" he muttered, gently touching the reflective surface. Where even was he? The last week blended together in a fury of one-night stands and drunken parties at sleazy clubs.

The Canadian looked at the reflection of a dirty shower and sighed. Maybe later. He backed up and moved back into the bedroom, grabbing his bag and making sure everything was in it. Lately, it'd been so hard to find reasons to carry on. Booze and sex made him numb, yet somehow kept him fueled. As he paid for the motel room, Mattie came to the final realization-

This had to stop.

It was time to calm down. To find a stable ground and build his life rather than let it slip through his fingers. If Matthew carried on like this, he knew he would end up dead in an alley, no one even knowing his name. Would anyone even notice he was dead?

"Enough of that." he commanded himself, breaking out of his thoughts. He grabbed a map off the free guide rack and was pleased to find he was in his home province. He would have the best luck going back to his hometown, most likely. If memory served correctly, his father was still teaching there. The small blonde took a short walk around the area to figure out which town he was in.

As he got his bearings, Mattie noticed he was beginning to feel slightly optimistic. He could finally get a hold of his life instead of watching it all go down the drain with whatever other bile his stomach conjured up day after day.

He took out his cellphone and sighed in frustration. In his drunkenness, he'd neglected to charge it. The Canadian checked his wallet only to be more upset. Fifty seven dollars would not cover a taxi to his town, and buses never went there.

"Guess we're footing it.." he said softly, gently placing his phone next to a small stuffed polar bear in his bag. As he swung the bag up onto his shoulder, he took a glance into the sky, shoving some sunglasses over his eyes.

"This will be the greatest decision of my life.."

Hello and farewell, fans of slut!Canada.
This series has helped me quite a bit with writing and things, but I've found myself being completely done with smut. Maybe I'll get into it again, but for now, this series is done. Honestly, I've grown and matured, gained my own insights and things, and right now I just feel like the character of slut!Canada is offensive, mainly due to slut shaming. I'm not the type to carry on with things that I feel most people disagree with, so I'm leaving this.

For all the people who've been here since the first chapter nearly four years ago, thank you. You're so wonderful and your support has meant so much to me.

I hope to continue writing fanfiction, but if I do, it will most likely be quite rare.

Thank you.

~Null