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A/N: this is only a fanfic! Meaning, IT. IS. NOT. REAL. Oh and I'm not dead XD sorry the constant flow of ideas have stopped and I felt to lazy to begin writing my other ideas, so, here we go~!

Many many years ago I used to think that if I ever were to...fall...f-for Canada to fall, my brothers would rush to my aid, to help me get back on my feet...but..

Now as I lay here slowly..slowly disappearing...I have no one.

No one came rushing to my aid.

No one noticed.

Canada had turned against itself, bombing each major city until all was left were rubble, and debris. Bodies scattered everywhere. A new government had taken over. They wanted to *completely* change Canada, so they placed him in a impenetrable glass case as they forced him to watch the slaughter of his people. His officials, his prime minister all killed in front of his eyes and what's worse is that he couldn't do anything to stop it.

He could only hope that Kumijarou had escaped far north and away from all this...blood and gore. The new government wanted to change him most of all. They didn't want the quiet, polite and shy nation they wanted something, or rather, someone who was nothing like him. They placed him in the glass case awaiting for his change in character.

The new government was now guarding the American-Canadian border just in case the American government and maybe America himself would want to help the imprisoned nation. So they built fences and let nobody in. His people were forced to hide in their homes, their eyes wide and fearful. But so far there wasn't anything they needed to worry about. Only the Americans that wanted to cross the border were complaining. Sooner or later the American government will find out.

Canada thought about his brother America.

Had he noticed that their borders were now guarded?

Had he noticed that he was missing?

Of course not.

'Well,' he looked up at the ceiling. Metal beams stretched from one side to the other, holding the building up with its strong metal structure. 'I...I hope..please..let the killings stop..' He could feel a pinch of pain every single time one of his was killed..he hated it...he loathed it.

He was truly exhausted from trying to get out trying to break himself free from the glass prison. He hit it multiple times but it only resulted in him having bloody knuckles small trails of blood circling his fingers. He only succeeded in making a tiny circle of cracks on the glass where he constantly hit it.

He closed his eyes the throbbing from his knuckles starting to dull. His senses foggy and he couldn't think straight. Was this how he was supposed to leave this world?

He fell unconscious.

Violet eyes swirling with malice opened. Eyes narrowed as they looked around the room looking at the man on the other side of the glass.
"Welcome, Canada"

'Canada' nodded smirking "Glad to be here your leadership~"

And that was how 2p Canada was born.

A/N: the ending was...meh..

I might write a HetaOni fanfic..just cause I want to feel da feels!

Ciao Gulay~! Feedback would be nice for an amateur writer, no?

Finished Writing: 3:02 PM
December 24, 2012

Proof Read: 5:53 PM
Jan. 23, 2013