Summary: This is it. Canada finally snaps and does the unthinkable. He declares war on America and it is now the beginning of World War III
Pairing: AmeCan (main) / RusCan
Rating: T for violence and corse language
How many times have I gone through this? Canada wondered.
He was assisting another G8 meeting that was currently taking place in his home, his country and again, he was ignored. Was there really a point in him going? Was there a point in having a G8 meeting in general? All that happened during the meetings was a basic routine. England would commence the meeting and try to aboard subjects about the problems other countries in Africa were facing then some one would make a snarky remark and a fight would erupt.
This time, however, Canada had enough and left the meeting. He had been patient and hopeful that maybe one day, during the meeting, they would actually get something done. If that day were every to come, it wasn't today for sure.
Leaving the room, he literally bumped into Russia, who only noticed him then. Obviously.
"My apologies, comrade." He spoke softly with that creepy smile of his.
"S'okay…" Canada mumbled and continued his way out of the room.
Russia curiously followed him out, closing the doors behind him. Based on the rare times he had noticed the Canadian in the meeting room, no matter how ignored or how crazy things got, he never left. Why this time?
"Why are you following me?" Canada asked impatiently. Did I really sound like that? He then wondered shocked and angry with himself. "I-I'm sorry…I didn't mean to sound so rude…"
Russia chuckled. "I didn't mean to bother, da. Curiosity gets the better of me." Russia assured.
"I see…" Canada mumbled. "But why are you following me?"
"Curiosity, da."
"About what?" Canada started to feel impatient again.
"You, Comrade." Russia answered smiling.
"I thought you gave up calling people 'comrades' when your communist empire fell." Canada mumbled mostly to himself.
"Da, how observant of you." Russia complemented. "However, old habits die hard."
"Well said…"
There was a moment of silence between the two nations. An uncomfortable one at that. Finally, Canada spoke up to announce his leave.
"Why?"
"Why what?" Canada started snapping.
"Why are you leaving, comrade?" Russia asked finally getting to the point.
Canada starred at Russia wordlessly, studying him. Why would he care? "Isn't it obvious? There's no point in staying."
"правда *." Russia agreed. "But there never was a point in staying, and yet you stayed every other time, da?"
Canada remained quiet. What does he want? "Look, today's not a good day for me…" Canada explained. "I'll be on my way now…"
He managed to take a few steps away from the scary nation before he slowed down as he noticed odd things. Every other time he had spoken with Russia, fear had taken over his body, but he had felt perfectly calm when talking with him just now. People change and I guess nations too… Canada concluded.
"Канада**," Russia called. Canada looked back from the corner of his eye. "If you do not get well soon, feel free to come to me for help, da."
"Will do…" Canada said after a long pause.
That doesn't sound like something you'd say to someone who doesn't feel well…Canada contemplated.
He ended up dismissing it. Russia was a strange nation and it was only fit that he'd say something strange.
Canada got home still unable to shake off the words of the Russian. There was another meaning to what he had said, and it was bugging him. What was the Russian implying?
If you do not get well soon, feel free to come to me for help, da…
…get well soon…
Come to me for help…
The phone rang breaking Canada from his strain of thought. He waited for the phone to identify the call, which it did. After knowing who called him, Canada answered.
"Hey bro, how's the meeting?" He asked getting comfortable on his couch.
"Chaotic and fun as ever!" He cheered. "Where did you go? I needed back up and when I called for you, Russia said you were gone."
"I'm not feeling to great…" Canada admitted smiling slightly.
"That sucks! Tell you what, I'll come visit you after and brief you." America announced.
"That's okay, you don't n-"
"Fuck! Germany's pissed! Gotta go, bro! See you soon."
America hung up.
Canada clutched the phone. He would love it if one day, Alfred would let him finish all of his sentences in a conversation with him. In a fit of rage, he threw the phone against the wall with such brute force it made a dent and broke the phone in halves.
Kumajirou had just entered the room at that moment. "Who?" He asked getting on his back paws.
"I'M FUCKING CANADA! YOUR MASTER! YOU STUPID BEAR!" Canada yelled throwing the nearest thing he could grab, which was a pillow, at Kumajirou.
The polar bear backed away in fear. Canada had realised what he had done when he saw the look Kumajirou had given him. He got up, filled with regret and shame, and caressed his furry friend.
"I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" He whispered into Kumajirou's pelt. "I-I don't know what came over me…You'll forgive me right, Kumasaburo?"
The bear nodded. "Si.***"
Canada laughed thankfully. "Good, how about I make you a treat?"
"Salmon and poutine!" Cheered Kumajirou.
Canada gave his friend an odd look. "What a strange combo…"
OxoXOxoX
Canada and Kumajirou had finished eating and he was now making the dishes as Kumajirou was doing god knows what god knows where. He hummed a French tune as he cleaned the plate coated with sauce from the poutine.
"Ce sont les nocturnes, les papillons de nuit
Recelant les bonheurs détruits
Leurs cœurs sont de funèbres urnes,
Ils vont taciturnes,
Là-bas vers les flots noirs
où sombrent les grands désespoirs
des nocturnes ... ****"
Done cleaning all signs of sauce from the plate, he placed the plate back in the rack. Just as he did so the bell rang and America entered without waiting permission.
"Hey bro!" He called happily. Canada felt a twinge of annoyance. "Where you at?"
"In the kitchen." Canada answered drying his hands after draining the sink.
America walked in, his boots trailing mud behind him. Canada frowned. "Bro, your boots-"
"Man, Germany bitched at us bad!" America cut off his brother and laughed.
"That sucks but your boots-"
"He made Italy cry, but then again Italy always cries…" America continued, it was almost like he was doing it on purpose.
Canada was starting to lose it. "Your b-"
"Oh! England and France got in a big fight again! England said he would renew his restraining order against him!" America laughed louder. "You should've seen his face!"
"AMERICA! AT LEAST TAKE OFF YOUR FUCKING BOOTS WHEN ENTERING MY HOUSE!" Canada snapped wildly.
America was visibly shocked by his brother's reaction. "Hey Canada, calm down-"
"NO I WON'T FUCKING CALM DOWN!" He yelled. What's wrong with me? "YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME AND LISTEN GOOD! I'M TIRED OF YOU IGNORING ME AND TREATING ME LIKE SHIT! I'M NOT YOUR BITCH AND YOU'RE NOT MY PIMP! DO YOU FUCKING UNDERSTAND THAT! "
America started to get angry with his brother as well. "What's wrong, bro?" He asked slowly as he tried to calm himself down.
"YOU! I HATE YOU!" Canada hissed. Why am I saying all of this?
"IF YOU HATE ME THEN WHY ARE WE ALLIES!" America started yelling. The words had hurt him more then expected.
"GOOD POINT! I FUCKING DECLARE WAR ON YOU!" Canada announced. Why did I just do that?
America stood dumbfound. He was registering what Canada had just said. "C-Canada…I-"
"Get out." Canada cut him off. "Get out of my home!"
America took a step closer to his brother. "Bro, I-"
"I said get out!" Canada raised his voice, which was icily cold. "Get out before I blow your fucking brains out!"
America backed away slowly, never leaving Canada out of his sight. He didn't bother trying to speak with him, he knew his brother was furious at the moment and that there's no point in trying to deal with someone in that situation.
America left the house.
Canada crumbled on the ground.
He couldn't believe he actually stood up to his brother. He couldn't believe he told him off. He couldn't believe…that he actually declared war on him… He never declared war on anyone, yet he had just done it. He felt somewhat proud of this, yet he felt a small spark of guilt and regret.
He was at war with his brother. His own flesh and blood.
Those feelings were soon replaced with hate. We're not really flesh and blood, Canada thought, We just look alike… if we were really flesh and blood he would treat me better.
Canada grabbed the second phone in his house and dialled Russia's number.
"Ah, comrade." Russia said when he answered the phone. "I was wondering how long it would take you, da."
*True in Russian (copy paste from Google Translate please correct me if I'm wrong)
** Canada in Russian (copy paste from Google Translate please correct me if I'm wrong)
*** It's pretty obvious but just in case, Si is one of the many ways of saying yes in French (though the word is originally Spanish)
**** They are nocturnal, moths
Containing the destroyed joys
Their hearts are funeral urns,
They will taciturn,
There towards the black waves
Where are sinking the great despair
of nocturnes
All right! First chapter down! I really need to continue my other RusCan story before this one...but so far I'm having fun with this one more xD
Btw, the song that Canada sings was created in 1934, durring the great depression. I took it because it seemed like the best fit. XD Like when you look at it like I did, the nocturnal moths can represent America and the fact that he destroyed Canada's being noticed thing going on there, They (will taciturn) and nocturnes being Canada...no? Bah! I'm the only one who matters (not true lol)! I'll update eventually!