The war...

He had never considerate the war as one of his business. It had always been the elder's duty to keep him away from it, even when they were fighting for his territories behind his back. But when his brother had showed up on his door asking him to betray England, suddenly reality rushed on him with all its strength. He realized he was just a spoiled brat not so much by the attentions of his guardians as their protectiveness that hiden him the truth.

And he found himself forced to decide what to do with his life, his country and his people. And not for their freedom, or their safety: for the safety of the one that always protected him, and that even now was doing everything possible to protect him, not wanting to admit that by now he was able to take care of himself.

And he proved it well and soon, defending himself and defending Arthur with his nails and teeth.

Canada's personal "Independence War"

Once again, the war...

But this time it was a personal matter. Enough protection, enough weakness, enough cowardly. America had crossed the line, he attempted to invade him. But he would not so easily escaped, this time.

He had already fought, long, tiring battles to chase the Americans out of his lands, his nation, his home, at the same way he shook his brother off from himself. And now he decided to make it clear to Alfred that he wasn't just his weak little brother: he was Canada, a nation his equal, able to fight, defend himself, expand.

And if necessary, he would have made it clear with the fire of anger.

The War of 1812

Always the war...

After years, it still wasn't enough. The men's stupidity and the will of his nations had pushed the world to end once already, but it wasn't enough. It's not easy to be satisfied once the power is known. But as the human life is too short to afford the repetition of one's mistakes, nations have really long lives, even if they aren't immortal. The war is a way to prove one other that even after centuries they're still able to fight and expand themselves, determinate as always. Countries can repeat their mistakes for a long time, almost to infinity, even at the cost of the living of their people.

And yet, after so much blood once would expect a truce. And yet, after every war things worsen. Technology, medicine, sciences allow to prolong the soldier's lives and to have better weapons to end them.

And wars follow one another faster and faster, without truce, almost as if we're hungry of death and destruction, almost as if peace and life were boring...

The WWII

Yet the war...

It makes the nations proliferate at the cost of the lives of many of their children. Famine, crisis, devastation. Death, pain. Sorrow. To all, for years. It have always been like that, it will never be different.

Whatever is the excuse one use, war has no reason to exist. It's evil, desperation, panic and destruction. A right war doesn't exist, there's no reason to take. It's useless to start a war. And the wars of defence are like the murder for self-defence. It's right to defend themselves, but it's wrong to do it killing.

But this words will be of no use... Philosophers, poets, scientists and brilliant minds, famous people and excellent politicians already talked of it profusely. And if their words weren't enough… Who am I to be able to put an end to a sore as old as man himself?

To the Future Wars. Please don't do it.

Just... Some notes I wrote on Facebook that I wanted to show to the world (?). I translated them from Italian, so sorry if something sounds strange or is incorrect. Please, just tell me what's wrong and I'll edit it! It's my first published fic in English, so... Yeah. Be kind to me! xD

Please, rate and comment. I appreciate it.

~Pankeiko