I started cleaning my storage room on a whim
But it brought back shards of memories that were deeply buried
Both good things and bad things...
Canada coughed as he opened the door to his storage room.
It sure is really dusty here, isn't it? He thought to himself as he looked around. Well, time to fix that.
He walked over to a shelf on the left side of the dimly lit room.
Oh? He mused as he picked up a large, cracked stick. I thought I had thrown this away a long time ago...
Flashback
"Waaaah! Stop it, America!" A small boy wearing a white boy cried as he ran from his tormentor, a nearly identical boy who was carrying a large stick that he was using the whack the other boy over the head with.
"Hahaha! This is fun!" The slightly larger toddler beamed as he continued chasing his poor victim around.
Suddenly, the smaller child stopped on the spot and started sobbing uncontrollably, scrubbing at his eyes as he did so.
America stopped, a look of puzzlement on his face.
"Hey, don't cry!" He crouched down next to the bawling boy. "I'm sorry. Here, take this stick and you can whack me!" The older boy grinned and held it out.
The young Canada stopped crying slowly and accepted the stick. Then with all of his strength, he pulled it back over his head.
The older child grimaced and waited for his punishment, but none came. Instead, the tree bough smacked into the ground next the him and cracked neatly in two.
"There." the sniffling Canada declared. "Now neither of us can whack each other."
The surprised America stared. And then smiled, and began to laugh. They laughed together for a long time.
End of Flashback
Canada allowed himself a soft laugh at the memory. Well, it's just a stick. I don't really need it... I should probably throw it away... But instead, he laid it down in its spot again.
Nest, the blue-eyed man walked over to an old filing cabinet that he had owned, it seemed, forever. He randomly opened a drawer and file and pulled a paper out. it was covered in dust, which he blew off. Seeing the text on the old parchment, the young Canadian stiffened. I remember this...
Flashback
"Dammit, Dammit, DAMMIT!" The man with freakishly large eyebrows yelled with tears in his eyes. "I can't do this... I've already lost America, I can't lose you too!"
Canada, for once, paid no mind to England's pleads and pushed the pen into the latter's hand. His eyes had a gleam to them that showed that he would not give up until his freedom was given. No words passed between the two, but the British man shakily took the pen.
With tears in his eyes, England signed the treaty that made Canada officially independent.
End of Flashback
Canada quickly shoved the paper back into the file and shoved the drawer closed with tears in his eyes. He stood there, trying to gain his composure, for a few minutes. Once he felt recovered, he smiled a tiny bit.
"I've really got to stop trying to do this..." He muttered to himself as he marched out of the room and closed the door.