America walks into the house, his hand pressed tightly to his side. Canada comes around the corner, grinning and ready to greet his brother. "Hey Al-Are you alright?!" His voice goes from cheerful to concerned. America gives a stiff nod, unable to speak. "Are you sure? You're really pale..." Canada trails off as America nods.
Against his better judgement, Canada lets America go, but watches him as he slowly climbs the stairs. He spots something red dripping down America's hand that he has pressed to his side, and automatically runs to the phone. "Bonjur, mon amant, what can papa do for you today, hmm?" Canada rolls his eyes.
"Papa, Alfred...he's hurt." Canada says. "Then you should take him to the hospital, no?" France tries. Canada sighs. "Papa...please, I'm asking you for your help!" He says. Upstairs, America cries out in pain. Canada's head jerks upward. "Please just come!" He shouts into the receiver, slamming the phone onto the hook.
Canada runs up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He bursts into America's room, finding him on the floor, shivering and laying in a pool of his own blood. Not caring about his clothes, Canada rushes over and kneels by his brother, lifting his head off of the floor and placing it in his lap. "M-Mattie...?" America asks, his voice soft.
Canada nods, shushing him. "Don't talk, it'll be okay, Al." He says, stroking America's hair. "Okay..." America says, humming contentedly as Canada strokes his hair.
And so THERE IT IS! First Chapter is up! Rate and Review please!
~Lina-Chan
