Okay, this will make way more sense if you read "To End This Way" by Ersatz Writer. This is continuation of their fic, and I was given permission to write this. You should probably read the other fic because it WILL explain background information. Also, you should thank my tumblr followers. (This is also kinda a present for them.) I don't own Hetalia. (Or this idea really.)

Warning: Some readers may feel triggered by: Child abuse, mentions of heavy drinking, somewhat detailed panic attacks, murder, and England's eyebrows.

Brothers were suppose to stay together. They were suppose to protect each other. Still, in the end that rule couldn't stop fate. In the beginning, Canada and America were brothers. Then the revolt happened...

"Why shouldn't I do something?" The American asked the stranger standing there. "There's no way I can pay why Iggy wants. So I'll just point that out and everything will go back to normal."

"By throwing tea into the harbor? I understand that you're having trouble with the taxes, but is this the way to be asking for them to stop? Brother, this idea of yours is insanity." The other man shook his head slowly. "It's not going to end well for anyone. You may be his favorite, but he'll be more then glad to make an example of you."

"You shouldn't be so worried, Canada. Once Britain realized how serious I am, he'll understand." The ghost of a smile seemed to flicker in the warm candle light. "However you should leave. As much as I want you to stay, I don't want you to be caught up in my problems."

Both boys knew that outside the wood walls, they would never breath a word of what happened on that night. Not when Britain pulled his troops out of the American colonies.

The heavy cabin door slammed open, the night surrounding the man like a cloak. "I came as soon as I could. You have no idea how lucky I am, do you? Do have any idea how upset our brother is with you? He's been keeping an eye on me, thinking that I want to be part of whatever the Devil you're doing!" He shivered and shook, for it was a chilly night, and he was seething in anger.

The other man stood up by from the desk. He was a mirror image of the man who stood before him. "I thought you decided to renounce me also, Canada. Thank the Heavens that you didn't." America said simply, with his shoulders sagging and dark circles under those once blue eyes.

"You are still my brother, and England is still both of ours. You should do well to remember that." Canada's tone was sharp, cutting straight to the point. "And you would do well to get more sleep while you're at, eh? You look like Death itself. And when was the last time you ate a warm meal?" He fretted over the other colony and then wrapped his arms around his brother in a loving hug.

America sank into the warm embrace. "I didn't want this to happen. But I think I know how to fix this ungodly mess." He returned the hug, and then stood up straight. "One of my people had an idea. We're forming a group of men, one that will talk to Parliament and the king to help reach a compromise. We even have a name for it. We're going to call it the Continental Congress." He grinned, the kind of grin that looked like it came from a place of broken dreams and the madness of desperation.

"It's going to work Brother, it has too." The northern man bit his lower lip and wondered if his dear brother could hear the lie in his voice. "I'm sure that our brother will be most acceptable to the proposal." Thankfully, the fireplace was dim, and needed more fuel. Otherwise, America might have seen past a facade that he normally would haven't believed if it was daylight.

Needless to say, England was not open to negotiations. Then there was a revolt. Canada stayed out of it until the very end. He tried to hard to avoid the family squabble, only to have Britain order the unthinkable.

It would be raining; the year would be 1775.

Death was everywhere, and America was going to die.

"Come back with me America." England murmured and knelled down the to fallen nation. "You can still be my little brother. You can still be part of my Empire." He offered his hand out, the two meeting eye to eye. "I won't punish you... I promise." Canada had to strain his ear to hear the last part, and he was sure he misheard something.

His brother was on the ground, with mud and blood ruining what was once a pristine outfit. For a moment, it looked like America would say yes. Then everything would be alright, and all would be well.

But alas, America had a country's dignity. "Never!" He spat out, using the last of his strength to have his weak, shaking arm slap away his life.

Canada found himself taking a sharp breath inwards, like the other colonies Britain had called upon when France joined in. (But France had leave, and for that second betrayal, Canada would never forgive him.) But he was the only one praying he wouldn't start crying now.

England stood up, and looked down on America. "England..." America whispered, perhaps for forgiveness, perhaps not. Either way, the empire paid no heed to it. He walked back to him army, and gestured for Canada.

"Do it quickly." Canada couldn't go against such a order, and certainly not at that moment. So, he raised his musket, aimed it at his twin's chest. His hands shook, he blink a tear out. Hopefully no one would notice it from the rain.

American's eyes widened. Those eye which were once so happy and innocent. But now those eyes were so dull and lifeless. Canada flinched, his fingers tightening around the trigger...

BANG!

It takes a nation to end another nation's life. Canada never could remember what happen next, but Scotland told him everything. About how Canada fell in front of the corpse and cried while cradling it like a babe, about how it took Ireland and Scotland to tear the dead nation away from the colony's arms, and about how the said colony screamed and fought like an animal against anyone who tried to even touch the body. (Ireland had two nasty black eyes to prove.)

Scotland also told him that Britain never looked backed, not even when the musket was fired. Once Britain turned around and started to walk away, he never turned back. That was when Canada promised himself that he would avenge his brother.

"One day Brother... I promise you that..."

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"Canada, I want to talk to you." The emerald eyed man waltzed into the study. It was a simple study, just a desk, bookshelf, and a few chairs in the large room, giving it an airy feel to it. "Is this a good time?" A polite way to demand to give Britain his fullest attention and stop whatever he was doing, mused Canada.

"Of course Britain. Why wouldn't it be?" Canada put down the papers he was going over and gestured to the seat in front of him. "What is it would would like to discus?"

"I'm planning to change a few things with my colonies. First off, we're going to need to make an agreement on taxes." Britain cut straight to the point, ignoring the usual formalities. "Then..." He hesitated, then recollected himself and smiled. "Well chap, we'll just cross that bridge when come to it, eh?"

Canada nodded. "Of course, Brother." He replied, with all emotion drained from his face. Come to think of it, that was Canada's main expression for the past few days. Ever since the funeral at least. "There's nothing I don't trust you with. So I beg of you to do the same." Starring straight into Britain's eyes, and allowing a miniscule smile to be made, Canada lied in a marvelous way.

"Of course I trust you, Canada. It's not like you'll ever attempt to revolt like some people, now is it?" Britain asked, meaning for the question to cut as deep as it did. Canada wondered if it hurt him to say it as much as it hurt himself. "Now, with America gone, I need more money for Parliament. So, instead of having one or two bear most of it like before, I want someone to help me divide it up evenly between everyone."

(Of course Britain didn't think of Canada first. Nor did he need help dividing up taxes. Still, it should say something that he tried to fix whatever happened between them.)

It was such a nice day. Clear blue skies with not a cloud in them, warm enough to make one sleepy, but not enough to be unbearably hot out. It should have been raining, Canada wanted it to rain so badly. In the rain, it would have been easier to hide hid tears from the other. In the rain, it would feel proper to mourn.

America would never want anyone to be sad on such a beautiful day, but he was gone, so his opinion shouldn't have counted. Funerals were meant to be cried at. Canada shouldn't have had to cry out all his tears beforehand. It shouldn't have been seen as an act of oppression to cry for his brother, now gone forever.

"Okay, now that we've wrapped that up, I want to talk to you about something important." Britain's eyes sparked with... Something. Canada wasn't sure what, but he knew that it probably wasn't good. "I know that some have been upset at my choices recently, and I want to mend that. So, I'm going to have all of my colonies start living at my house."

A soft gasp emitted from Canada. "Oh, really? Are you sure it's a good idea?" He asked, trying to cause doubt. "I mean, what if-"

"Canada." The Brit held up a hand. "This isn't a request. You ought to start packing your bags, I want you to leave with me as soon as possible." He sighed, and asked in a softer voice, "Please, don't make a big fuss."

For a moment, Britain looked like the man who'd go over to his house just to yell at Big Brother France for a few hours. For a moment, Britain didn't look like the stranger he had become to everyone. For a moment, it looked like Britain hadn't ordered the death of his favorite brother.

And maybe, that is why Canada agreed without putting up a fight. Because, just for a moment, Britain looked human again.

A/N: Thanks for reading this! I've been working on this for for a little less then seven months! I'm not finished, but I do have a four of five or the chapters done, and everything's been plotted out. I'm not going to be using a specific era, but the general setting is around the Victorian Era or sometime after. I hope you enjoyed this! Please left a review in the box below!