Canada's P.O.V

There was only one door, and only one person to go. Me.

For the first time I wish I was invisible, eyes were staring at me knowing what was about to come next –but I prepared myself mentally. While we were going through other nation's pasts, I made sure when it was my turn not to take it to heart. Whatever was to happen was the past and not something to dwell on now, and I guess we wouldn't be what we were today without it. I hope not much time has passed in the real world, kumajiko wouldn't be happy. As we pass door through door, the shock sort of numbs down till there's nothing left, until of course when it comes to you. Then the pain becomes tenfold and you're left there wondering what to do, what happens now. How much changed? Too much. What's different? Too much.

When such a scenario like this happens, you start to envy your daily, maybe boring life from before. Things you complain about, verbally or mentally become a sort a paradise that's too expensive to pay for – whether I'd be homework or magical entities forcing you to go through painful histories because your brother screwed up. I think that because everyone else has already gone through their pasts, they're not so worried anymore that it might be them, especially now that this is the last one. This whole event to be over with and forgotten. Hopefully. As nations, we've all done something in our own histories that we regret, but this isn't a war or something on the news, this is us. Just us personifications and no one else – makes it a bit more personal and something no one asked for.

I walked forward, my soft footsteps echoing loudly in the deathly silent void, to the door with what looked like a child's finger painting. It had a tense air, something lonely about it which is a feeling I know well. I was never actually lonely; there was at least someone there, even if it was just kumahiko most of the time. I turned the handle, feeling the soft creek coming from it before going in first. Feeling darkness cloud my lens.

~o,O0O,o~

I woke up and immediately spotted myself, well, my past self sitting on a small bed playing with an empty tissue box. Everything seemed fine so far, but that's not how these stories end sadly. The walls were a nice peach color, boxes filled with belongings were around the floor, and my eyes were a bright brown, not like the violet I have today. The eight of us in here was a little cramped, but not terribly, this was a fit room for what looked like a child not even pass the age of seven. I pray that this past isn't going to have a brutal ending, wait, who am I kidding, of course it is. It wouldn't be traumatizing without it apparently.

Out the window that was behind my past's bed, was a car pulling out and driving off to who knows where, but I knew that couldn't be a good sign. Soon I noticed the clock on the wall and how it slowly went faster and faster with each passing minute, and growing second. I think I know where this heading.

About a half an hour later, the seven year old got tired of the empty cardboard box and got up to open the door… except it wouldn't. My little arms pulled harder with no success, and then he tried to push on the door. Nothing. Until past me realized that the door wouldn't budge, or maybe the embarrassing fact that I may have suddenly gotten too weak to open a door, past me started to pound on the stubborn door calling for help, but to no effect. My skinny, young body was too weak to break down the door, so he gave up and went back to his bed holding a stuffed animal that eerily resembled kumasiro.

I know not to act on my curiosity, curiosity killed the cat as the saying goes anyway, but I went through the door with ease seeing… basically nothing. No furniture, nothing on the walls. It looked like the whole place was abandoned without a speck of dusk. I tried to go further out the front door to see if anyone was outside, but of course the strange force would not let me. Going back to my past's room, I found some of the other nations looking other and more worried, the rest not even looking. One was even outside not wanting to see the ending of this tragedy. I glanced up at the clock to see that a full two hours have passed already with no sight of another person other than myself in this world. Even my past self was getting really anxious.

"Mom? Dad!" He pounded on the door, hoping to get someone's attention but still nothing. "Hey… they went somewhere again… didn't they?" He tried turning the knob again, only to get that same lock sound. "They locked it… I promised I wouldn't come out of my room… but I tried…" He went back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, holding onto his stuffed animal as time quickened again.

I know where this is going. Death by neglect, should have known. I don't want to here, watching myself rot in my own tears isn't something I want to see in my life time, even if it is an immortal life time, everything comes to an end, right? When the last star dies, nothing will matter anymore, will it? Every regret, every victory, every fail, every love, every heartbreak, every dark thought, every smile, every birthday, every celebration, every mile stone, every year, every breath, every scare, every goal, every birth, every death… it doesn't matter in the end. I guess I could look at my past self, like I was right now, instead of turning around like everybody else did. They don't want to see this, and neither do I, but I know I shouldn't dwell on it, what has happened has happened and I can't change that. Maybe earlier's event was supposed to happen, which is why I'm not turning around, I'm not going out that door like everyone else did because it's too painful. Now I'm watching my past self slowly starve to death, holding back my fears for facing up to something that was hidden for so long. The story's being told after being locked up in chains because no one wants to read it, but I'm here. I'll read it alone. I'm not afraid.

Day and night is now passing in just a few minutes, as the boy is out of breath from shouting, the body is too weak to move. He tried opening the window, even shattering, but the window might as well have been painted on the walls, only there to mock my past of the outside world. My head automatically turned when I saw movement in the corner of my eye to see my brother, looking at me with confusion like maybe I was the stupid one this time, and he's probably right, but like the window, I didn't budge. He decided to leave me be to my quiet thoughts as the boy takes his lasts breaths on the floor, his own drained from crying. Soon the world around me started to shatter and warp into the white room with no doors. I stared unemotionally as a lonely tear rolled down my cheek. The other nations were looking at me confused, wondering why I would want to see such a thing. I didn't want to, but something in me told me I should.

There was a note on the floor as Al picked it up, and decided to give it to me to read.

"Uh," my voice was a bit raspy. "The note says: "sorry, we can't be there at the moment, but we'll let you go from this god awful fanfic– uh, I mean tragic pasts. Anyway, goodbye! From your two favorite fairies (But you love Andi more.)" wha…" I stared at the silly note for a bit longer than I should have before the white room started to shake and fall apart. Walls that I didn't even know were there ripped apart, and soon we were back to our meeting, in our chairs like nothing happened.

We all left and went home; this wasn't something we wanted to talk about right now

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A/N: Anddddddddddddd done! The story is finished after the months of not posting even though I said I would finish soon after the last update where I didn't post for like a decade, but anyway. So, after all this time, I can finally put this story as complete and not have to deal with it staring at me saying: Why did you abandon me! But serious talk. I've been sort of fallen out of the fandom, don't get me wrong, I will always have a place in my heart for all the memories of being in the fandom like writing my first fanfic (AKA, this one) that is so cringey I can't read the first few chapters of this story. You can go read the first chapters, then read this one again and see how much of my writing has changed for the better thank god.

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