It hurt to have to see them.
Them. His first family. The ones who gave him his first name and treated him like a brother.
Them. The family who stole away in the middle of the night without so much as saying goodbye. The family who left him.
The family he had before he was Canada or New France. The family of Vinland.
He supposed he should be grateful he remembered them, being so little when they came.
He supposed he should be grateful that they raised him for a year, allowing him to grow as a nation.
He supposed he should be grateful for his first family.
But he's not.
He's not grateful for the first people to ever forget him. He's not grateful for the first people to ever leave him.
As much as he would like to be able to say all is forgiven and that he's grateful for the nation they helped him become, he can't.
He has forgiven them for leaving him.
He has forgiven them for never coming back.
But he has not forgiven them for forgetting him.
And he doesn't think he ever will.
Because sometimes a family can do things that are unforgivable.
Vinland's family did things that are unforgivable.
And now it's too late.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any brands that may have been mentioned in this fic.
Well, that's the end! I hope you enjoyed it! Personally, I've always thought of Canada being more than a little resentful of the ones who first forgot him. And incase it wasn't clear, Canada hasn't picked up on any of the hints that they remember him, and he thinks they've just forgotten him. Let me know what you think!-Kate