Conner Fedacy

Summary: Three of America's most important moments involving his youngest brother, Confederacy. PS I OWN NOTHING.

Confederate's crystal eyes widened in fear as America stood over him; his musket trained at the side of his head. America was firm and uncaring; he was what scared Confederate the most.

"Defy me again," America challenged.

Confederate's breath caught as the gun cocked.

Bam!

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I wonder what Canada would do if I told him he once had a little brother? I wonder what Canada would of thought about him. They seem very similar, sometimes so much so it hurts. I know it's too late, but all I can say now is that I'm sorry, Canada, for killing a brother you never knew, and I am sorry Confederacy, for making sure you never meet him.

America.

Canada didn't know what to say as he closed the worn brown leather book. A baby brother, someone for them to love and protect, and America killed him. America! The big brother who had told him so long ago that brothers are always together, no matter what.

America was silent. "I was scared of him," he said quietly, not looking at his brother. "So easily he caused me so much pain and I let my emotions take control."

"You killed him in cold blood," Canada said almost inaudibly; not sure what to feel for America.

America nodded. "I did," he agreed, he's had a long time to come to terms with what's he'd done.

Canada sighed. What could he do? What could he say? It happened decades ago, no reason to dwell, he supposed. It did upset immensely though; he'd never had a baby brother before and now he never would. Then again,

Canada looked at him. "Why tell me now?" he asked curiously.

America grinned and stood. "Come on," he said.

Confused, Canada silently followed his older brother up the stairs of his home to a door. America quietly opened a door, gesturing Canada inside while telling him to be quiet. Canada entered what appeared to be a young boy's room and was shocked.

Sleeping in the bed was a smaller version of a mix of himself and America. The only difference was that the boy was paler in skin and hair; possibly his eyes as well.

Canada looked at him. "I don't understand," he said.

America grinned. "Found him in an orphanage by chance last month and brought him home this last night," he explained.

He gave the boy a soft loving look. "His name is Conner Fedacy… It would seem someone really does watch over us because he's almost exactly the same as he was all those years ago," he said quietly.

"Mm…"

Both nations turned to the boy; he was slowly awaking. His eyes were an icy blue, Canada noted.

"Big brother?" Conner asked softly, rubbing his eye while holding his arm out.

America smiled as he walked over and picked the five year old up. America carried him over the Canada.

"Conny this is your other big brother," America said, "He's Canada, but I call him Mattie."

Conner stared tiredly, his breathing the only sound, before he replied: "Hi."

Canada smiled; slightly teary eyed. "Hello, my little brother."

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I borrowed that diary entry as well as the looks of Confederate from Google. I liked it because most people say that the Confederacy is a girl but I think he'd be better as a boy; my opinion. If you made that pic; congrats to you and your idea. I OWN NOTHING.