Chapter 1: the heroes long painful reunion
It was a regular day for America as he spoke out loud in front of every country in the world center, and yes he did say countries…a lot of them. However it never fazed America after all he was the hero! He shuffled through his notes nodding to the countries, even those who glared at him in response, and he was about to pack up when he noticed the faded situate of someone he hadn't seen in a long time…..Alfred swallowed hard his hands shaking some as he recognized who it was.
He hadn't physically seen his brother since he had left Britain's house around 5 years ago. Normally never at a loss for words all he could do was stand there looking into his brother's violet eyes. There was no hate in them, no trace of anger or resentment; in fact Alfred just saw sad eyes…such sad eyes.
He fell back into his seat the silence stretching as he racked his head for something to say. Instead he thought back to the civil war…to the fights, the screaming, the yelling…constant yelling. But one memory in particular haunted him as he packed to leave blinded with furry his father drunk in his study.
He had been younger back then a mere 13-year-old making Canada aka Mathew 12. He had it though he was sick of following his demanding father who could never appreciate him. He was sick of being babied and sick of his father codling him. It had been a rather bad fight this time that ended with Alfred slamming a door in his father's face almost breaking his nose and his father staggering cussing at him and yelling how he never wanted to see him again. But his father now days was always drunk, always since the Boston Massacre and especially since the Boston Tea Party…America still highly prided himself in flushing his father's damned tea down the toilet, but his father grew weirder than before if that was possible. Then France…his other dad left and Britain lost more of the little sanity he had left and Alfred ha it, he was sick of his sniveling self-pitying father. It's not like he hated the man…no he loved his dad, he just couldn't stand living there under his rule. So after that particular day with their actually countries at war America won…for them it was a horrible yelling match with his father and with him, actually surprising him his father had lunged and pointing a gun at his throat but couldn't fire leaving the American victorious. It was for the best, he knew that, and so he left. But that day as he left he saw his brother who was in the study trying to help their dad up, Mathew looked up crying and began begging him not to go to not leave him like papa. So pissed at the time Alfred just shook his head and left. If only he could have any idea the horror his actions would yet to cause or how he could have prevented so much to come he would have never have left even with the mysterious man's, he met in his back yard he had talked to until he won his independence, reassurance and urging to do so.
Remembering all this he looked down ashamed. Of course he had emailed his brother but he hadn't seen him in so long. His little brother, now 17 years old and he had left him to live with their dad alone. He looked up again, his brother still sitting there waiting.
"Wow…he really does look sick," America thought as he looked his brother over, the poor boy's skin so white yet just sickly at the same time, and his beautiful eyes, that Alfred used to make fun of him for, sunken and dead looking. Britain hadn't been kidding when he had announced that Canada though now his own country was still living with him and would not be attending the meeting due to being very ill, which then the other countries had answered to by a chorus of "who's?"
Alfred had made sure Canada was alright but he always felt something …..Off about his brother's emails…they were too bright…too happy, despite being very passive his brother was forgiving but not stupid. Alfred knew he would be, and expected he'd be upset but instead all the emails he got were positive yet very forced.
Did that mean when Britain said he refused to come because he didn't want to see America was also true? Britain and America had quickly gotten over their differences and worked as equals which America found was ok, even though his father also seemed off and he'd often find an evil grimace on his lips or dark eyes glaring at him which Alfred quickly brushed off as his imagination. Still…Alfred always had a really bad feeling. Finally realizing almost five minutes has passed Alfred looked back up voice sounding horse.
"Hey bro" he said trying to sound casual.
"Hey All," his brother said in a voice so soft Alfred thought he had imagined it but just hearing his brother call him by his nickname in such a nostalgic affectionate way caused Alfred to start crying just now realizing he'd been holding back tears ever since he saw his brother.
However what Alfred didn't know is that things were about to get very bad and unknown to him his bad feeling he had ever since he had left couldn't have been more dead on accurate.
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Warning to readers: Just don't even try to make sense of the time line because your brain will explode…I mean don't even attempt to know, this story is all about unexpected twists and turns and don't worry romance will be included in the near future as well as attempted murder,kidnapping,and to many secrets even for a family of countries to handle, all to be revealed so be surprised be very surprised ;)