Canada bowed. "Yes, Master." America smiled. "Good." Canada walked away slowly. Canada thought to himself "Amer- er, Alfred, to protect you, I will become hated by this Earth..." Canada sighed. Canada remembered their childhood. They had been separated. No matter how hard they tried, it still happened. "Even if everyone hates you, I'll still be here for you." Canada thought. Oh, how he would like to say his thoughts honestly. Sadly, he was just a servant. "Hey, Ma- er, Canada, can you please run to the next town to get me a few things?" Canada jumped. "Er, Yes sir." America handed him the list. The paper had half ripped off. "E-excuse me...The bottom is missing, are you sure this is all you need?" America blushed a little. Or maybe it was his imagination. "Yeah." Canada smiled and was on his way.
In town Canada saw the princess. He blushed. She was beautiful. "Katsu- Er, Ukraine..." He thought. He shook his head and laughed a little. "I can say their names in my thoughts. Just not to their faces." He smiled a little. He admired Ukraine from afar. "No way she could love a servant..." H thought. Ah, well. Wait, Who was that? She was with a guy. A guy that America had fallen in love with. Russia. Canada sighed. "America's not going to like this..." The blond Canadian headed home.
"Today's snack is brioche~" He said with a smile. America took the plate and took a huge bite. "Not bad." He said, smiling. "You really are a good cook, Matt-er Canada~" Canada looked worried. America took note of this rather quickly. "Hey, Canada, you look rather down...What's wrong...?" Canada shuddered. "Y-You see...Ukraine is dating...well," He swallowed. "R-Russia." America dropped his fork. "RUSSIAAAAA?" He looked furious. "I demand you to kill that girl!" Canada smiled sadly. "Y-Yessir." America handed Canada the plate. "Can I have more?" Canada was shaking a little. "Y-Yessir, but, I'll have to go get more ingredients in town..." America smiled. "Well, you can rid the world of that girl then...While you're there..." Canada wanted to cry and hug his brother. He nodded. "Yessir. For you, even I can become evil."
Canada walked through town, tears streaming down his face. He walked up and bowed to Ukraine. "Good Evening, my lady." She blushed. "No need to be so formal." She smiled. That broke Canada's heart even more. "I apologize in advance for this, ma'm." She looked confused "For wha-" A knife plunged into her stomach. "I am dreadfully sorry..." He ran back to the castle. It began to rain, depressing him even more.
"Did you kill her?" America asked right when he heard the door open. "Y-Yeah- er Yes sir." Canada held back his tears, and went to bed.
America woke up. Canada greeted him. "Today's snack is brioche." America laughed. Canada smiled. Canada loved his laugh. It was actually, rather cute. There was a loud noise coming from outside. Canada and America ran to the window. The townsfolk from the country of Blue were trying to overthrow them. Canada sighed. He wasn't surprised. He wasn't angry. He grabbed America's hand and ran upstairs. "Hey, Al, listen, take my clothes. They won't know its you. I'll wear yours." Tears welled up in America's eyes. "B-But, Mattie..." Canada shook his head. "No time, hurry." The switched clothing and fixed our hair. "M-Matt, what if it doesn't work?" Canada sighed. "We're twins after all" He beamed. America began to cry. "M-Mattie!" Canada hugged him. "It's okay, Al." America kissed him. Canada was surprised for a moment, but kissed back. "I'm sorry, Matt." The townsfolk made their way into the room they hid in and took Canada away. America cried harder. "B-Brother!" He followed the crowd.
Canada was at the guillotine. America gasped in horror. Canada spotted him and smiled through his tears. "Today's snack is brioche."