A/N: I watched this YouTube video with APH and this song and I remembered that I like this song. So then I looked up the lyrics and I remembered how in Civics class we learned that Canada's right wing was still totally left to us Americans, and this popped into my head. No drafts or anything; I never do drafts. Ever. Maybe that's why I'm such a fail writer.

Finally I was able to do something without a happy ending! I cried while writing this. T.T

Tonight I went to a Revive concert at my school and they were AWESOME! They signed my t-shirt and poster and I bought a CD too and they said they'd pray for me~! Even though I'm a Pastafarian and worship the Flying Spaghetti Monster, it was still a really nice thing to hear. :) I was gonna do a songfic for this one song they played but I don't remember the name, so if there are any people who know Revive songs, help me out and I'll do the pairing of your choosing and mention you and stuff.

I might do a second chapter that gives it a happy ending if you tell me to. Until then, this story is complete. You want happy? Good. I'm happy to write happy, 'specially if I know you want it. I may even do a lemon if ya want. Just TELL ME. One person will suffice. Srsly.

Till then, this is a really sad/angsty fic which I HAD to make slashy, just because I'm me and everything I write has to have something to do with slash. Like that Great Expectations thing, maybe Pip was alright with Estella's death because he was secretly going out with Damien or some shit like that. BTW, I have nothing against Canada or America or anything. They're both awesome. This just worked, okay?

Disclaimer: I don't own APH or its various nouns or How To Save A Life by The Fray.

Warnings: Slash-ish, (possibly one-sided) incest (or twincest, depending on if you think they're twins or not; I've seen it both ways), angst, sadness, NO HAPPY ENDING OMGZZ, maybe OOCness, swearing in the Author's Notes... Basically the stuff I always rate my stories T for.

He remembered that day perfectly.

America sifted through each individual step in his head. He had to talk to his brother.

Step one: you say
"We need to talk…"

A knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. It was his little brother, Canada.

"H-hi, Alfred," he said. "You wanted to see me?"

"Matt," America said quietly, letting him in, "we need to talk."

"What about?" he asked, sounding concerned.

He walks; you say:
"Sit down, it's just a talk"

"Sit down, Matty," he said. "It's just a talk."

Canada complied.

He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right

Canada smiled politely at America, who was staring out the window to his right. He and his brother had been drifting so far apart; Canada was becoming more left-wing while America stayed safely on the right.

Between the lines of fear and blame
As you begin to wonder why you came

He was stuck between fear and blame as he tried to tell his brother his thoughts. He was seriously wondering why he had even come. Well, besides the fact that this was his house and all. But he wondered why he forced himself to talk to Canada about this.

'Where did I go wrong?' he thought.
'I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up
With you all night
Had I known how to save a life'

His mouth was running without his mind as he tried to make Canada listen to reason.

"Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And I pray to God he hears you
And I pray to God he hears you"

That's what England had told him when he'd voiced his worries to the older Nation. He was deathly afraid for his younger brother. But England told him just what he'd had to do. And gave him his sincerest blessing.

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice

"HOW DARE YOU!" Canada was yelling, raising his voice higher and higher. But America's voice somehow only lowered as he granted his brother one last choice.

"You have a choice, Matt," Alfred said.

"Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you follow"

Canada looked at him with a confused expression.

You will do one of two things
You'll admit to everything
Or he'll just say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

America admitted everything to his brother. He admitted everything he felt and everything he feared.

"I love you, Matthew," he said wearily. "I wouldn't be able to stand if anything happened to you. I need you!"

And all Canada had to say was, "For so long I've wanted to hear that… But it's not the same. I'm not the same."

America, with tears in his eyes, wondered for the second time why he had even come.

After that, Canada had left. And he had never come back.

America cried. "I would have stayed up with you all night, had I known how to save a life."