A/N: Hello! I hope you all somewhat enjoyed this first chapter. I've never really written a fanfiction about war or Hetalia, so this will be interesting. Comments would be appreciated. Alright, thanks for reading. c:
The American sighed in the conference room. Everyone had cleared out a while ago, so he was positive he was alone. His shoulders slumped before throwing himself into a chair. He had felt horribly sick lately. It was mostly his crushing economy that was bringing him down to the state he was in. Of course, the American was too blissfully ignorant to realize this. Every time he thought he was getting better he would be crushed back down in a matter of seconds. He soon heard a small squeak behind him, "A-America...?" He was startled, jumping out of his chair and searching the room frantically until his eyes met with his "brother". Of course, common history would show they weren't actually brothers, as Canada was French and America was English. But, that didn't stop them from calling each other "brother" when they were younger. Guess it just kind of stuck between the two. The American smiled slightly,
"Oh. Hi, Matty. What are you doing here..?" The Canadian suddenly looked panicked,
"W-Was I not supposed to be here?" The American felt suddenly bad. he forgot his younger brother was actually quite sensitive. He tried to laugh to make the Canadian feel better,
"Of course you can be here, dude! You just startled me, that's all!" He offered the best apology smile he could to the shaking Canadian. He love his little brother to death, he didn't mean to hurt him. He felt so guilty every time.
"Eh, A-America... I've noticed you've been... different. What's wrong..?" The Canadian stared into the blue pools that were his brothers eyes. The Canadian could get lost in them, of course, he noticed they had become... darker. Was that a good way for him to put it? He wasn't sure. He just knew his once blazing blue eyes became more cloudy, harder to see the happiness he once knew Alfred to have.
"You know me, dude! Nothing can get to me! Not even a stupid cold, whatever that is!" He tried to laugh but instead started to violently cough. 'Some of the states next to Texas were for sure going to feel that' the Canadian thought to himself.
"How can you say you have a cold and not even know what it is, America?" The American coughed a bit more and cleared his throat,
"Because England told me I did, duh Canadia!" The Canadian felt a small smile come to his lips.
"Good to see you're childish as ever, Al." The American actually laughed, which was rare now these days. It filled the Canadian's stomach with butterflies.