Yeah, this didn't really go the way I had hoped. I heard somewhere "If it means a lot to you then start a revolution." and I immediatly thought of Canada and the Revolutionary War. In my mind, Canada is a manipulative bamf, so this will be a series of connected oneshots about Canada's badassery and manipulativeness. I hape you like it! Sorry its so short, and its best to keep in mind that Canada is a big faker.
Revolutionary War- just before
"I'm just so pissed off at England! I'm old enough to rule myself!" America paced across the floor and ran his hands through his short hair. Canada walked over to him and placed a hand on his arm.
"He's in charge of us, Alfred, he's like our dad. We should listen to him and trust that he knows best. We'll be independant when we're older. You'll see."
"No, Matt, can't you see it? He's trying to control us! We aren't ever going to be free...maybe my people are right about England." America pushed Canada away and walked across the parlour to sit on the couch. Canada went to sit next to his brother.
"Alfred..what are your people saying? You aren't in any trouble, are you?" Canada said with a worried tone in his voice.
America sighed. "They...they talk about declaring war on him, Matt. They say England is trying to control us and steal all our food and money! They say...things...horrible things...I'm so confused Matt." He paused," I don't know what to do, Matty, I love my people and I want to do what makes them happy, but fuck, I mean, its Artie we're talking about. I don't even know if my people could stand a chance against his army."
America hid his head in his hands. Canada moved to sit closer to his brother and put an arm around his back. "Al...I know you could lose. You don't even have an army, but you know what Arthur's been doing to us lately. My people want to cooperate with him, but your people want to stand up for believe in something. That's special. I-I think you should do it. Go to war, that is."
Canada's normally quiet and shy voice had gotten impossible small and timid. Alfred had to strain to hear him. He took a minute to process what his little brother had told him. He turned away from his brother and clenched his hands. "Are you sure, Matt. I mean, wow, war..." He still refused to look at his brother.
Canada looked down at his lap and let out a shuddering breath. "Of course I'm not sure, but...I don't know. If it means a lot to you then start a revolution...right?"
America turned to stare at his brother and then jumped up from the couch. He said,"Hey, thanks, man. I have to go see some guys about a thing, don't tell England!" And with that America ran across the room and out the door. Canada chuckled darkly. His brother, the fool.
Of course, Canada paid for his sin, but his punishment wasn't anything compared to what it should have been. All those men dead because of him. Even so, England's drunken rages and all of the abuse didn't matter much to him. His first attempt was successful. Nothing could touch that. The euphoria he got just from knowing that he was the one who finally convinced America to leave England. It was all so much fun too. Everyone wondered what finally made little America revolt, do something none of the other colonies dared to to, and eventually they gave up, but no one suspected sweet little Canada. Not that they actually remembered him.
Okay, so how was it? Should I continue? I think this story has potential, I'm not sure how it'll end up, but I've got a good idea here, I think. It isn't stupid is it? Reviews are greatly appreciated. Thanks for reading my story!