I do not own Hetalia or any of it's characters, nor do I own the concept of this story. Hetalia is entirely Hidekaz Humaruya's and the plot belongs to Tsükíshíma MäÐ'Wørld Heíwäjíma.

The blond man lifted his small Kermode bear, Kuma-something (he never could remember it fully), in the air and smiled. Or at least tried to. He wasn't feeling so fantastic, and had been staying home from work for a few days. He had phoned Harper, his boss, as soon as he fell ill. Kumajiro gave a small smile, but then looked very confused. He put the bear down with a tiny sigh. He knew just what the bear was wondering. "Canada." His voice dry, and cracked, "My name is Canada."

A few hours later, a concerned looking America burst through the bedroom door. Canada lifted his head quickly, hearing the loud bang of the door hitting the wall, and winced in pain. His vision blurred, so he laid his head back down on his little mountain of pillows.

"Bro, are you okay?" America asked, panting slightly. 'He must have ran all the way here' Canada thought, which brought him strange joy.

"Eh? America?" Canada had tried to say more, but his throat was so dry, barely anything but wind came out.

"Yeah, it's me." America said, subconsciously mimicking Canada's voice. "I can barely hear you, brah."

"Sorry." The Canadian apologized immediately out of habit. "It's nice to-" Then he was sent into a terrible coughing fit. He hacked and wheezed, his body jerking in response, sending little waves of pain all throughout him. He covered his mouth, hoping that America wouldn't get sick as well. Kumajiro jumped off the bed, landing with a soft yet solid thud. The bear waddled over to Canada's dresser and brought him back the glass of water that was on top of a few tissues. Canada nodded in thanks as his sipped the water. His throated was soothed, and welcomed the water, but he struggled with it, as if he were a young child who hadn't learned how his own muscles worked.

America put the glass back as soon as his brother was finished, then joined him on the bed. He sat at the foot of the bed, so Canada didn't have to move. "So, how ya feeling?" he asked with a half smile.

"I'm feeling much better today. Thank you." Canada hid his grimace as he shifted one of his legs uncomfortably.

"What the doctor say?"

Canada had been expecting this question. Everyone asked it. But he had never wanted to answer it. Not in the slightest. "What did the doctor say." Canada corrected him, avoiding the question.

"Huh? How should I know? You're the one she told, right?" America asked, obviously confused. Canada stifled some laughter. America never was the smartest. But he kept looking at him. He wanted an answer.

"I told her I was feel much better, so she thinks that I'll be back to normal really soon." He lied. He hated lying. It went against his very morals. It was nearly as bad as war, or swearing. But he had to, for his brother's sake. He couldn't tell him. Canada actually felt worse. A lot worse. He was crippled in pain, soon to be completely bed ridden. America grinned from ear to ear. "That's good to hear. Hey, when you get better, you want to play hockey? Eh? Ha ha ha! 'Eh'." America was playing the big brother card, and trying to act like none of this bothered him. That he wasn't worried.

"That sounds good. Now, I need some sleep. Is that okay?" Canada genuinely asked.

"Yeah, a'course. Feel better." America got up and walked over to the door. He looked at his poor brother for a moment. "If you need anything, just call, okay?" He offered before turning the lights off and gently closed the door. He left their house, and headed towards his bosses. Maybe they could give something to Canada to help him. He was sure that they had some extra burgers, or something.

Canada exhaled loudly and closed his eyes. He thought about this and that, but mainly about America. He had always considered him his brother, but they weren't really. They were, however, step-brothers, and that was close enough for them. England and France had Canada, but they soon split, and England soon remarried to Spain, and introduced the two young countries to each other. Ever since then, America and Canada were inseparable. After a few moments of lying there, his bear now snuggled up to him; he fell into an uneasy sleep.

"W-What does that mean?" his voice wavered.

"It means you might not have much time left. I'm sorry." The doctor said, but with no emotion or sympathy.

So there you go. The first chapter. It's a little short, I know. I'll try to make them longer. And by the way, I know it isn't exactly historically accurate, then whole divorce-and-remarriage thing, sorry. But most fanfic's aren't, right?