WARNING: This chapter includes angst and swearing/cussing. If you do not like the idea of this topic, please leave respectfully.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Hetalia.
Note: The words that are bold and italicized are Canada speaking in Wendigo form.
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The meeting had gone smoothly. They discussed economics and future trade agreements. Canada was friendly throughout the meeting, seeming quite happy about the meeting even if it was about politics. America seemed more… withdrawn and a bit hasty to get the meeting over with. Canada didn't blame him. Every nation was afraid of him. He didn't blame anyone. Especially America.
"… and so my economy is doing just fine. We really have been doing well. It all honesty, it seems that becoming isolated has greatly helped us in the long run." Canada finished his report with a smile.
America stared at the younger nation with wide eyes. He was left speechless after hearing Canada's report. Canada had been… doing well? That shouldn't be right. He should have weakened. "Oh… Well, that's… good." America looked down at the table and unconsciously twiddled his thumbs. What was he going to do? The other nations had said that Canada needed to be weak for the next step of the plan. So far, it hasn't been proving effective. He looked back up to his twin.
Colorful eyes stared back at him. America suddenly became infatuated with them. They reminded him of Northern lights. "Hey… when did your eyes change color?" Canada blinked and placed a hand on the side of his face, pink dusting his cheeks. Embarrassment.
"Ah, well… Claiming the new land has pushed Canada farther underneath the field of the Aurora Borealis, so it has more of an effect on my physical appearance. I thought it was a nice change." America nodded unknowingly. He continued to stare into the eyes. They looked so… gentle. Warm. No.Stop.
Canada's a monster. Monster's are not gentle or warm or nice. They're the bad guys. Heroes take care of the bad guys. Heroes kill the villains. Monsters deserved to die, because they are evil and only hurt innocent people.
America cleared his throat. "That's cool. Uh… So…" America took a look at the clock on the wall. "I guess we could end the meeting now." He stood up quickly and closed the folders in front of him. "I'll show you to your room for the night." He walked to the door and opening it wide.
Canada didn't take long to finish organizing the papers and stood up as well, following his brother. "Thank you. I'll grab my bags by the door first and catch up with you." Canada flew a quick smile to his twin before heading down the hall to the foyer to grab his bags.
It was later that night that the twins saw each other again. America had left Canada at the guest room door, claiming he had some important phone calls to make. Canada didn't take long to get comfy in the small bedroom.
It was dinner time currently and America had grilled some steaks and had made mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables for their meal. They sat at opposite sides of the dining table, silence filling the room. They both kept their eyes on their food, with the occasional look around or peek at the reflection across the table.
It was America who broke the silence. "So… uh… how have you been doing? Not Canada, I mean… you, Matthew." Canada was surprised by his brother's sudden question. America had cared about not Canada, but Matthew? He was shocked to silence, before the clearing of his brother's throat woke him up from the trance. "Well?"
"O-Oh! Oh, um, yes… I have been… doing well." America nodded.
"I see. And how's work been treating ya?" Canada smiled, a glow on his cheeks.
"It's been really well actually. I haven't had a lot of work, thanks to the Cut. I pretty much spend time at home nowadays, taking care of the garden, taking care of Kumajicho - I'm sorry. I mean Kumajirou. We've both been really persistent to know each other's names correctly. We've made a lot of progress. When I'm not doing that, I'm usually out in the wild, enjoying the wilderness and what nature has to offer my people, and-"
"Hold on." Canada stopped as America cut him off. "The Cut?"
"Hm? Oh! Yes, the Cut. That's what my people call it. When we were cut off from the rest of the world, we called it the Cut. Our economy back then had stooped very low. Though we eventually got back up on our feet and have been doing better than ever." Canada finished with a giggle.
"Ah." America looked back to his plate, poking at the greens on his plate. The Cut, huh? So it had been effective in the beginning, but not in the long run. America had sweat in his brow as he remembered the call from earlier that evening.
Earlier that night
"I don't know, England! I was for sure that he would be weak at this point. He should be sickly and all that shit, right? But he's not! He's way buffer and stronger than ever! Fuck, he's taller than Russia, dude!" America had called his former caretaker. He was panicking. How was he going to be able to carry out the plan if nothing was going accordingly to said plan?!
"America, calm down. He's there, isn't he? All you have to do is kill him." England's reply was calm and clear.
"Dude, how am I supposed to do that? The guy is huge and fucking muscly! I can't go to war with that!"
"America! Calm down!" America took a few breaths to steady himself before giving the 'okay' to England. "Alright. Now, he will be resting in your house, yes? You could kill him while he's asleep. It would be easy. There might be a mess to clean up, but we will have won." America nodded.
He would need to grab one of his guns.
Back to the present
Canada was the first to finish and had told America he would retire for the night. His smile was genuine as he spoke to America before leaving the room, "Perhaps we can catch up tomorrow? I'd like to know how you and the other countries have been doing yourselves these past few years."
America watched his brother leave and waited in his chair. He didn't move from his spot as he heard the door shut down the hallway. He stayed still and quiet for a few hours to be sure his brother had fallen into a deep slumber. He was quick to leave the room after and search his office for his gun inside the large, oak desk.
"You could kill him while he's asleep."
America held the gun in hand, making sure it was loaded before cocking it quietly. He'd have to be careful holding it. A gun going off would surely wake his brother and ruin their plans.
America was silent as he tiptoed barefoot down the hallway towards his brother's room. Silent as he grabbed the door knob, turning it ever so slowly as to not cause any noise. He made sure that the door did not creak or whine as he opened it with timid movements.
Canada slept peacefully on his bed, no sound disturbing the quiet breaths that left him. America held his breath as he walked closer.
He was going to do this. He was actually going to pull it off. He would win. He would kill the monster and win this war. He let out a quiet shaky breath as he held the gun up and pointed towards the head of his twin. His brother.
America paused and looked at the sleeping body of his neighbor. Peace. America shook his head, frustrated. No time to be distracted. He walked closer, the gun closing in on his twin's temple.
"You could kill him while he's asleep."
America winced at the memory in his head. Kill him. Kill him. He gripped his own hair and pulled at it. 'Just stop. Stop thinking about it. You have to kill him. He's the villain! Heroes get rid of villains! Protect the people!' He gasped as the gun was suddenly thrown from his grip. He watched as it hit the wall on the other side of the room. He turned back to the bed to look at his brother. His eyes widened and he froze on the spot.
Dark eyes stared into his own. A face of a Wendigo filling his vision. America felt his heart begin to beat faster. He opened his mouth to yell, but no sound came out.
"A… America? What…? What are you doing?"Thatwas Canada's voice. Or what seemed to be. It was… darker. More… demonic. Canada looked to the gun on the floor and back at America. It didn't take long for Canada to connect the pieces."Were… Were you trying to… k-kill me?"
Canada felt his heart shatter. He had so wanted this meeting to put their friendship back together. Their brotherhood. He wanted this meeting to open back up the gates to the other nations, hoping to be able to gain back their friendships. He had trusted America. He believed that America wanted to gain back their ties and become brothers once again.
But reality had set in. America wanted to kill him. America wanted him dead.
America finally had the courage to speak. "O-Of course I was! Y-You are a monster! And heroes have to kill the monsters! S-So… So I have to kill you! It's the right thing to do! You'll only hurt the others! S-So the hero has to save them! And I am that hero!" America jumped and tried to run towards the gun. His heart was pounding in his chest, fear taking hold.
The air was suddenly knocked out of him as he found himself slammed into the wall by a push to his back. He quickly backed up against the wall, holding onto his shoulder. That was going to leave a bruise. He looked up towards the Wendigo, who now stood by the bed on all four lanky, long limbs. A shine caught America's eyes from the face of the monster. He focused on it and found the moonlight shining in from the windows, hitting the pale terrifying face. The light had hit the streams of water trailing down Canada's cheeks. Tears. Canada was crying.
"I trusted you. I-I thought… I thought we could be friends again. W-We could be b-brothers like before. … B-But I guess what I had h-hoped for will n-never be."Canada let out a small sob as he hung his head, eyes scrunched shut as he cried out."I… I wanted to believe-! I wanted to believe that something like th-this! Like my appearance wouldn't force us apart! Th-That how I looked wouldn't make you-!"Canada looked back towards America. Eyes filled with self-hate. Guilt. Longing. Heartbreak. Despair."Wouldn't make you afraid of me!!"
Then he was gone. Sounds of heavy steps running down the stairs and the front door opening with a slam signaling his leave. The roars of sadness filling the air dissipating as the "monster" ran into the night, wishing for loneliness for the first time in its life.