He'd tossed and turned over ideas; suicide or just simply running off, leaving everyone behind. Suicide might hurt his country, a risk he was not willing to take, and any who no one would want an invisible body. Thus he had started packing to run off through Canadian wilderness. Where to, you ask? He had no idea... WARNING; slightly snapped!Canada, will have angst and cursing later

"Among the dead there was a familiar boy, with a goofy grin stuck on his face - completely abnormal for a dead person..." WARNING: Murder, Character Death, Future!AU/Headcannon thing. Written for my writers block.

"I can still remember the day you had slipped away from me, as I remember it with every shallow breath I take..." Warning: Mentions of suicide. Written for my writer's block.

Blonde hair flashed from behind velvet curtains, the only sign that pertained that life inhabited the seemingly empty home. Empty silence echoing through the home brought a gloomy atmosphere that weighed on it's only inhabitant, a blonde haired male with a mind that screamed words but a mouth that spoke none. He was awaiting something... WARNING: Past Jerikole. Rated K for now.

"I wish that I could fly, way up in the sky, like a bird so high, oh I think I might just try..." TRIGGER WARNING! Suicide. Inspired by the song Bullet, NOT A SONGFIC!