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"America, if someone declared war on me, would you help me?"
"Of course I would, bro!" America replied.
But Canada always wondered if he was lying or if he was telling the truth. So then he asked two years later,
"If I go into war, you will help me, and if you go into war, I will help you. Do you, Alfred F. Jones swear forever and always to keep your promise?"
"Yes, I do. I promise to always protect you." America said with a pained smile. While Canada though he was lying, America wondered why would Canada keep asking this.
Well, that day has come. The Russia has decided to take North America, starting with Canada. Canada was feeling dread and hopefulness, why, because he wanted to see if America would hold his promise. As for dread, if you were a country, would you want to be invaded?
Canada waited for troops from America to see if he would fulfill his promise. He hasn't come for two years now and Canada felt rejected. He felt so invisible right now because his own brother who he helped through countless war hasn't come to fulfill his promise or pay him back. What he didn't know was that America was taking his best spies and sending them to Russia to find out their secrets and making allies with most of Europe, Asia, South America, Africa, and even the Middle East who usually doesn't side with him. Even though he was a superpower, he still was pretty young for a country and the other countries were surprised at how serious he was on this matter. They even forgot this was a loud-mouthed, annoying and a little arrogant person. He also gathered nuclear bombs if it came to that. Although, he didn't want a nuclear war and neither did his allies. But he knew if he had to, he would start a nuclear war and his allies would understand.
So right when Canada was about to give up, America and his allies came and fought full force. When America ran into Canada he went looking for its personification. He found Canada, but it looked like it was too late. He was on the ground staring up at the sky looking lost and sad.
"America, why did you come so late? Did you forget about me until now?" Canada asked when he head America approach him.
"No. I never forgot. I was just gearing up with my finest supplies up because we though that we could save you just in time." America said as he crouched down next to his brother.
"'We'?" Canada asked confused because usually only America remembers him.
"We as in Japan, England, France, Italy, Germany, Mexico, Spain, South Italy, Estonia, Lithuania, Belarus, Iceland, Romania, Hungary, Taiwan, Seychelles, and so on. Everyone suddenly just remembered you when you got attacked. You are probably the most popular country now, though the reasons aren't that good... If you survive people all around the world will never forget the man that survived this long.
Canada smiled sadly,
"But America I'm afraid it's to late. I'm already half dead." he said.
"No, you have to live on. We all need you." America had already started to cry.
"No matter what everyone wants including me, fate has already decided for us. I'm sorry America, but I must leave you guys."
"Please don't go! Please!" America begged that some how that begging would bring Canada back.
"I'm… Sorry… America that I can't… Live on. I'm so sorry." Canada was losing his breath because of a wound America hadn't noticed before on his heart.
"Canada we are the ones that should be sorry for never remembering you or seeing you..." America said with tears now freely running down his face.
"America, please shut up for once." Canada said with a pained smile on his face. "At least you kept your promise…" Canada said having a rush of happiness and pride in America. But then, with tears falling down his face and blood coming off his shirt onto the white snow dying it red, but with a small smile, Canada had passed away.
America felt Canada's go limp and he let go sobbing in the cold Canadian winter. But the last words he said kept ringing in his ears. He did keep his promise, and he made Canada proud. And he realized what he should do. Instead of just being sad, go live and have fun because that's what Canada would have wanted. So America and the rest of his allies had a funeral for Canada and now, 10 years later after the war, the Hetalians have a new Canada, a girl by the name of Madeline. And America has devoted his whole life to making Canada proud by being the brother he never was to Matthew, to Madeline to try and make up for that. Every day people remember Canada, the old Canada, on that day he disappeared, and they vowed to never forget him. And way up in the heavens, Matthew is looking down upon them proudly and smiling in who they all became. They all became friends and no one could separate them. They have been war free of a hundred years now and Canada thought to himself, "If all it took was my life to bring ultimate happiness and peace to the world, then so be it. Just losing one life to thousands is the way I think we should take... Because the sweet reward of new life, brought a sweet after taste to it with happiness and peace, and that's all I ever wanted..."