Bound by the chains of injustice
Chapter One: Shadows on the walls.
A/N: Hey there guys! Yes, I know you want updates on my Iceland stories! QAQ But I can't write about just Iceland *heavens no! I love him with all my heart, but I need to write about other characters to, more experience and also the more the merrier!* so I am branching out! Yes, this will be a sad fic, but it'll get happier towards the end….maybe. Anyways, enjoy this and I shall try to find inspiration for my Iceland stories! *takes out clipboard and pencil then dashes away to go look around for inspiration*
Norway: But you forget the-! *sigh* never mind, I'll do it. She doesn't own Hetalia or any of the characters, if she did, I would probably have an anchor as a weapon. Now read on, I have some tie-choking business to attend to….
"Dear Journal,
He's up to it again. I don't understand why! He has a home; he has water, food, and a bed! Does he not understand how lucky he is?! Sure, the cooking is a bit terrible, but that will fix once I am of fitting age to be trusted with the oven, can't he wait?
No, he can't. I know why.
He's a brat! No matter how many times he gets told he can't have what he wants, he still asks! I've tried explaining it to him, but he refuses to accept the fact that we are colonies and our commander is an empire. We have no power here.
Besides, commander isn't bad.
Maybe he isn't as nice as my last commander, and most certainly not as fatherly or loving, but he isn't terrible if you listen to him.
Or if he accidently ignores you…..
That's alright though; I know I'm a really silent person.
That's a good thing though.
You can't get in trouble if you don't speak. The downside though is….
No one hears you when you do speak.
But it's even harder to be noticed when your brother is a blubbering idiot who is too selfish to see what he already has!
As always, with care and grace,
-Canada."
He sighed as he signed his name in cursive, closing the old leather bound book and hiding it back underneath his bed where it would hopefully never be found.
Yes, America had been shouting at England again.
This time was no different than any other, America had again wanted to talk to England about the tax issues even though England had made it quite clear what the reason was!
Besides, Canada never got mad when he would be taxed, what reason did America have to get so upset?
Best not to dwell on dark subjects, he had chores to attend to and lessons to finish.
He straightened his suit before leaving his room after doing one last check over to make sure all was in its place, he didn't want a scolding for not keeping a clean room.
He silently walked down the stairs, knowing England absolutely hated loud noises, and began to clean the parlor of the house, humming a soft lullaby as he did so.
"America I told you-!"
"But sir, it isn't fair!"
Canada sighed, they were arguing again! Not even an hour after their previous ones!
"Best not to get involved, last time I was the mediator I got in trouble for not being on England's side and America wouldn't talk to me for a week for not fully being on his side of the argument either."
He ignored the argument, even as they entered the parlor.
England gave a sigh of relief as he spotted the other blonde, which meant he could get support from his other little colony.
He cleared his throat as America gave another whine about being unfair "America, my job as an empire is not to be fair! It is to keep a strict rule and make sure my colonies mature and grow to be useful! Do you not agree, Canada?" he asked, looking over at the calmer of his two colonies.
Canada held back a gulp, looking up and over as he readied his response "Sir England is right America, you can't simply just ask and expect it to happen. Perhaps at a later date you will get your wish, but it will not be today." He said before he returned to cleaning the floor.
America's face burned red with rage "You've told me that too long brother! I want change now! This isn't right and we all know it-!"
"So you are going to solve it by throwing another silly tantrum? Yes, that is indeed the way to get what you want."
"I am not throwing a tantrum!"
"Then why are you screaming? Why is your face red and your hands balled into fists? I dare say that if this isn't a tantrum, I would think you an even more temper mental child to see a real one!" England said, voice level and calm as always as he crossed his arms and kept a cool stare on the colony currently yelling at him.
America's face turned a darker shade of red, this time in embarrassment "Why I-!"
"America, go do your chores! Honestly, why can you not be more obedient?" England said a sharp edge to his tone that seemed to float in the air as he turned and left the room with an air of victory about him.
America raged silently, shaking and looking as if he were ready to scream.
Canada sighed "Brother-"
America glared at him "So NOW I'm your brother?!" he hissed "If I'm your brother, then why do you not help me?!"
"You know I can't-"
"CAN'T OR WON'T?!"
The screamed words hung in the air in a condescending and serious manner, both young boys staring. One held an angry look in his blue eyes, as if he was blaming the one with the soft and calm purple eyes that seemed to hold a dulled childish glow.
"….Won't."
Canada kept back a small grin as he defied the rule his brother had so often used over him. It was always help me with this or argue on my side on that, it was nice to vocalize his own decision rather than be dragged into a situation he did not agree with.
America paled, his face going pale as paper before it went dark with a scowl "So you're abandoning me, you traitor!" he declared as he stomped his right foot "You're siding with the bastard!"
"Sir England is not a bast-!"
"Silence yourself! I will not stand for this! You can follow him around like a lost puppy all you want, but I for one will not!"
America's eyes took on a new glow, one full of pride. Canada bit his lip in nervous habit, biting back his anger as well with it, and stood up slowly.
He picked up the bucket of soapy water and the mop he had been using to clean the floor and headed for the door that lead to the kitchen with no words.
He stopped as he had a gentle hand on the gleaming silver of the door knob, keeping his eyes fixed on the oak wood door as he thought his words over carefully
"…You know America….if you go through with this….we will no longer be brothers."
"I know."
"Sir England will not let us see each other, nor have any sort of contact."
"…I know."
"….And I will deny any memory of us having once been friends, brothers, or acquaintances, you will be but a ghost to me, a simple shadow at the end of the hall."
This time, Canada turned to face him, a fire of his own dancing in his cool violet eyes.
America seemed shocked at the proclamation. Not only was Canada denying him brotherhood, but he was denying him existence in his world.
"….Then so be it. I bid you farewell, old friend."
"And I wish upon you a quick defeat."
"Do me a favor; be ever so kind to bring flowers to my funeral."
"I'll make sure to bring you weeds then, I hope you won't mind."
America glared for a minute before striding out of the room. Canada stood and listened as his brother's footsteps faded as he walked off. He made sure to memorize the sound, for this would be the last time he would hear them in a long time.