I step to the edge of the cliff, ready to jump. I had decided that nobody would miss me. I had bet that no one would even come to my funeral. I take a deep breath and-

"CANADA!"

America's voice ripped through my thoughts.

"PLEASE! DON'T DO IT!"

"A-America…"

"Canada, please. If you do this, you're not only hurting yourself. You're hurting me, England, France, Prussia and everyone else! Please, Canada! Just-just back away. Jumping is no good. I love you, Canada! You're my twin! If it's anything I did, please, tell me! If you jump, I'll jump too! P-please, Canada."

"A-America…" I repeat.

"NO!" Papa's voice join's America's pleading.

"Mathieu, Please! Don't jump! What's wrong?"

"CANADA!"

"NO! MATTIE!"

England joins the voices of everyone trying to coax me back, as well as Prussia, my best friend.

Russia, Japan, Kumajirou, China, and the rest of the world is screaming my name, begging me to come back, insisting that they love me, and stating how things would never be right without me.

"G- Guys…"

I stare at face from face. Each one looked desperate, only some tearstained. Did they really care this much? The Nordics looked terrible, Norway and Denmark especially. They were the first to find me. They had called me Vinland… America was hysterical, and so were France, England and Prussia.

I made my choice.

I ran.

Straight at my family.

The cheer that rose from the crowd was enough to be heard across the world. I was crying, too, hugging my family. Everyone tried to hug me too, to tell me they were sorry, and to tell me they loved me.

For the first time, I felt included. Special. Loved.

I am Canada.

I am not alone.

AN: heyy, just a little something I threw together cuz I wuv Canada-kun so much! I own nothing, by the way. Please review!