All he remembered was a door breaking open, and the man holding him in his arms shrieking. Another human was in the doorway, brandishing some kind of glowing stick… A wand, the part of him that absorbed the fairytales he was read supplied the word.
"No!" The one with the warm lap and the long hair shouted, cradling him close. "He's mine! I won't give him up!"
"I have to." The second voice was softer, sadder, he thought. It spoke with an odd accent. "This is for your own good, Matthew. Yours and Alfred's."
"But what about his?" The warm man almost screamed, turning away. "It's ok," he whispered, a frantic look in his eyes. "You'll be fine."
"Hand over the child, Matthew. Be a good lad and give him up." The odd voice man walked closer, his steps were louder.
"No! I-I can't do this to him!" And then…
A whirl of color as he was spun around, then a flash of white light, and a feeling like he was being turned inside out… And the light… so much light…
"Wake up, Kumajiro!" The bear opened his eyes to see his keeper crouched over him, long blonde hair swaying slightly as he shook Kuma. "You were twitching, did you have a bad dream again? That is, if you can dream." The man gets up; cradling Kumajiro in a warm embrace that feels familiar, but… no, the memory- or the memory of a memory- is gone now. "Will pancakes make you feel better?" The man- Canada, Matthew, Kumajiro remembers, keeps talking even though he knows his pet can't answer. He prattles on about syrup and the world meeting coming up, and a certain albino that's been bursting in and demanding food. Kumajiro relaxes in his arms, chasing vainly after the fleeting recollection.
The two go about their daily lives, unaware that all hell is about to break loose.
Authoress' Random Ramble
Sorry about the cliffhanger ^^ This is the prologue to an Americana fic that's been rattling around in my head for quite a while. If it seems confusing, don't worry, everything will be explained soon. Do you like it so far?
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