A/N from ChloeBee: The following one-shots are in no way linked to the next nor previous. A majority are going to be Canada-centric seeing as no one gives the poor soul attention *hugs Canada* so we're here to give him some well deserved lovin'. However not all of the oneshots will be entirely about Canada, there WILL be other pairings like FrUK, USUK, and many others. Also, a majority of the stories will have been written by us both while others will be labelled with the specified author if it was a lone author.

Pairing: MapleTea

Title: You Are My Remedy

Written By: ChloeBee, AlexisPrime

"HE'S WHAT?!" England shouted at Seychelles, fury in his eyes. The female nation had entered the meeting to tell the countries gathered what had happened. England pulled her into the hall so he could get a better explanation.

"I told you England, someone hurt Canada! I don't know who it was but they did!" the micronation said, resting her hands on her hips as she watched the anger bubble in England's bottle-green eyes.

"Someone. Hurt. Canada?!" England echoed, clenching his fists tightly, "Where is he?!"

"Being tended to," she replied, knowing that wasn't quite the answer he was looking for. It was much too vague to satisfy the enraged island.

"WHERE IS HE SEYCHELLES?!" England roared at her, his patience finally snapping. Her voice faded in her throat and she took a single step back, her eyes widening slightly. "Where is he?! NOW!"

"They must of taken him to a hospital by now, England," she answered after a moment.

"There would have been sirens. Don't take me for a fool Seychelles or else I'll have you demoted to being mortal!"

She winced, shuffling away from the other nation. She pointed down the hall and raised her eyes to meet his. England nodded, running off down the hall faster than he had ever run before.

England turned a corner and was met with the sickening sight of Canada, bruised, bloody and beaten and slumped against the wall.

"Canada!" he yelled, running over and kneeling beside the injured nation. Canada didn't stir. His glasses were shattered and sliding down his nose towards the ground, no longer over his closed blue eyes.

"Canada!" England shouted, trying to revive the fallen nation, "Wake up!" he shook Canada before quickly tending to the wounds. Once more, Canada remained unresponsive. His bear slowly open its eyes, its own fur bloodied from the beating they had endured. It looked up at England and growled weakly.

"Don't you growl at me Kumajirou! I'm trying to help!" he snarled, carefully picking Canada up bridal-style and going straight to the Canadian's room. The bear was too weak to follow and remained where it had been left, slumped against the wall where it had apparently been thrown.

England kicked open the door to Canada's room and gently laid his fellow nation on his bed, running back out and retrieving Kumajirou quickly before running back.

"England?" a voice called from the doorway. England didn't look up but he instantly knew who it was.

"I'm busy right now, Norway, but while you're here can you go and call for an ambulance? Canada was beaten up by someone and he's injured pretty d**n bad." England said shortly, still tending to Canada's wounds.

"Alright," Norway replied. For a few moments England could hear the other's fading footsteps.

"Thank you." was all the tsundere nation said before finally finishing bandaging Canada up, turning to wipe the blood off his hands and onto his uniform.

"Y-you'll ruin your uniform..." a new voice added just before England wiped his bloodied hands on the green fabric. England froze, looking back at Canada.

"C-Canada?!"

The younger was slowly attempting to sit himself up, his glasses discarded on the bed beside him. England was instantly beside him, helping him up. The Briton's eyes were shining with what looked to be tears as he helped Canada.

"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine," Canada mumbled softly under his laboured breath.

"You aren't. Don't lie." England said stiffly, trying to hide the waver in his tone. He failed. Canada looked up at him, trying to take in as much as he could of the older nation through his blurry vision. A frown tugged at his mouth as he spoke.

"Are you?"

"F-Fine... I'm fine..." England said, handing Canada his glasses before standing and beginning to pace the room anxiously. The Canadian ran his fingers over the glass carefully, feeling the chips and cracks with a sigh. He shifted his legs over the edge of the bed to sit up properly. England turned slightly.

"Don't get up just yet. Norway ran off to get an ambulance, they'll be here soon..." he said, unnaturally kindly and softly.

"I don't need it," Canada weakly insisted.

"Yes, you do. You're hurt." England said firmly despite there being a lingering tone of worry and upset beneath it.

"I don't. I'm used to being beaten up..."

"Maybe so. But still."

Canada sighed and rose to his feet, using the bed as a brace to keep his balance. He set his glasses back on the soft cloth pressed into his legs. His expression became one of pain and pleading. England was by his side automatically, keeping Canada steady.

"No. I won't stand for you being beaten up anymore to within an inch of your life."

"Why not? America does. Even France does."

"I don't care! I won't have it!"

"I'm fine," Canada repeated.

"You are not!"

"Britain, please," Canada begged, running a hand through his blood stained hair.

"No! Ok? Just no! I care too much damn it!" he said, turning away to hide his tears. The younger winced.

"I can't let you get hurt again..." England said, tears tracing down his cheeks, "I can't... I care too much where others don't..."

"Why now, eh?" Canada asked softly.

"B-Because... B-Because..." England growled slightly at his lack of speech for once. He clenched his fists and turned rapidly, shouting.

"BECAUSE I LOVE YOU D**N IT!" he said, his cheeks a burning red out of embarrassment and tears rolling down his cheeks. Canada jumped back in surprise and alarm as England shouted, his eyes wide. England turned away again, crossing his arms as he trembled, going into complete tsundere mode.

A few moments of tense silence passed before he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder and Canada's breath across the side of his face.

"I love you too," the taller whispered. "I always have..."

England's heart almost stopped, his eyes going wider than ever before. Numbly, he spoke.

"Y-You... d-do..?"

Canada went to reply but was cut off by the door opening suddenly, making him jump with a gasp of pain, sending him to his knees. What he had planned to say was lost behind the harsh veil of pain. England knelt beside him, holding Canada close gently as he tried to help. His vision was flooded by tears but he blinked them away, determined to help.

Paramedics entered the room having finally arrived on scene. One gently placed a hand on England's shoulder to move him away kindly from their patient.

"No! I am not leaving him!" England yelled, staying beside Canada at all times no matter how much the paramedics wrestled him away.

"Calm down, sir! We won't make you leave him, but you're in the way," one tried to reason.

"I. Am. Not. MOVING!" England all but screamed at them, shifting ever so slightly.

He was left alone afterwards.

A few hours later and Canada had been hospitalized England still never leaving his side. The doctor would peek in on occasion to check on Canada who was struggling to stay awake for more than a moment at a time. England was sat in a chair next to his bed, holding Canada's hand and alert in case he woke up.

His eyes were beginning to close and he sighed, glancing at the clock just in time to feel Canada's hand tighten slightly around his. He perked up instantly, looking at Canada with wide eyes.

"Canada...?"

It took a moment or two before the Canadian's dulled blue eyes opened. England could feel tears of relief flood down his face as he smiled.

"E-England?" Canada finally mumbled.

"Oh thank goodness!" England cried, smiling widely. He felt the Canadian jump slightly at the unexpected outburst.

"Thank goodness..." he said softly, tightening his grip on Canada's hand slightly.

"Maple..." Canada groaned, his eyes sliding closed. His head was pounding, his body ached, and if felt as if he had been trampled in a stampede.

"Please stay awake Matthew..." England said, using the Canadian's human name for once. Canada looked up at England briefly.

"Just... Stay awake..." he pleaded, closing his own eyes to try and stop the tears.

"O-okay..." Canada responded tiredly. He tightened his weak grip on England's hand if only to prove that he would. Slowly England opened his eyes, smiling at Canada as his bottle-green eyes flooded with tears again.

"Thank you..."

Canada manged a bit of a smile back and nodded. England laid his head next to Canada's on the pillows, sniffing slightly.

"I'm glad you're ok... Or going to be ok..." he murmured, absently and tiredly planting a kiss onto Canada's cheek.

"Why wouldn't I be, eh? I have a lot left to live for," the Canadian joked lightly. England laughed tiredly, resting his head against Canada's.

"Perhaps..." he replied with a smile.

"Besides, I wouldn't want to leave the man I love..."

England blushed deeply, nuzzling Canada's cheek gently.

"I know I wouldn't..." he said softly.

"I will never leave you," Canada promised, even as his eyes closed and he fell unconscious once more.