Chapter One

30th October

America invited England, France and me to watch a horror film at his house and sleep in there. When we arrived, then sited on the big sofa America said:

I'm just going to grab some popcorn and some drinks. I'll be right back.

I'll prepare the movie. – said England.

When we were all prepared, America pressed the play button. We all started to drink and eat. America was the first to scream, scared with the scene.

Calm down bro. – I said. – How can you be scared with this? She is just looking for the guy in a damn dark place.

France didn't say anything the first whole part of the movie. We made a pause to calm down America. When we were back to the movie, America started screaming again.

Bro, I told you to calm down. You're pissing me...

Then some kind of really scary monster appeared.

! –America and I screamed.

Save me England. It's too scary.

Bloody hell! Let go me! You're suffocating me!

I held my self, accidentally, on France's chest.

It...It's...so scary...I'm scared...'Huh?'

Then, I realized that. France had a surprised expression on his face. I blushed so madly I thought I was going to faint. I mean, France always took care of me before I went to England's house. He always treated me like a son. But I always thought that I felt more than just that kind of love for him. Something really special.

Is everything ok, Canada? – He asked.

Y – Yes. I think so. Aren't you scared?

Actually it's not that scary. I've already seen this movie.

'Oh no... Now France must be thinking I'm a total baby. This is so embarrassing.'

Are you sure you're ok?

Yes. Just tired. I'm going to bed now. – I said getting up.

Uhhhh... ok... good night. – said France.

When I arrived to the room, I jumped to bed and started crying. But suddenly, when I was almost falling asleep, I listened to England and France's voices.

Listen to me. Let the kid sleep alone. I know what is in your pervert mind.

I swear, Arthur, I'm not going to do anything to Mathew. You know who took care of him when he was a baby. He's not a baby anymore and you know that.

I do, but I still can't trust you.

Ok then, we shall make a deal. If tonight I do something to him, I'll never get closer to him for the rest of my life. And if I try to, I'll give you permission to...

To what? – asked England.

...to kill me.

'No...!' – I thought letting lots of tears fall from my eyes. – 'You can't be serious...you can't die...don't accept that stupid deal England, please.'

Fine.

'No...I hate you...both of you...'

Then, France arrived to my room when I was crying madly, as much as when I was blushing.

Canada? Are you in there?

Go away. You don't want to die, do you?

Oh... you heard us talking... – said France embarrassed. – I'm sorry, Canada. But it's for your own good.

My own good? – I answered mad at him. – You think that killing your self is for my own good?

I know it looks insane. But listen, Canada, I...

Shut up!

Canada, calm down.

I said shut...

Suddenly, France slapped my face. I couldn't believe he had done that.

Why... why did you do that France? – I said surprised with his act. Then, France moved further and hugged me. I couldn't stop sobbing and so, he got into my bed and we felt asleep.