Blue eyes stared out into the darkness as he lied in bed, sheets pulled up to his chin like he was a child.
He couldn't sleep. How could he?
Only one thought was in his mind, replaying over and over again like a broken record.
His brother was gone.
The girl who took his place was a country, like him. Apparently, America found her and raised her like his own daughter.
And when she got strong enough, she killed him.
Canada had wanted to wage war against her, and so had five other countries — England, France, Japan, Russia, and Lithuania. They wanted to make her suffer for what she did.
Unfortunately, that sentiment was only shared by the six of them.
Others were sad, sure, but the sole reason why they exiled America in the first place was for world peace. By starting a war immediately afterwards, they'd be ruining it.
"Do you want his death to be in vain?" Germany had asked, wincing at his own poor choice of words as soon as he said it. Canada knew that he was never good at handling emotions. He'd lost his own brother not too long before, after decades of not being a country, so he must have known what it felt like.
In any other situation, Canada would have forgiven him.
This was not any other situation.
He didn't remember what happened, only that he had to be pulled back before "doing something he might regret."
And then he was there.
Locked up in some stupid bedroom like a prisoner.
He closed his eyes tight, hoping that maybe if he fell asleep, he'd wake up the next day and it would all be a bad dream.
He almost couldn't believe he voted in favor of his twin's exile.
Of course, everyone did. After that third awful war, everyone wanted to see him punished.
Nobody cared that it was his boss's fault.
Nobody cared that he wasn't the one in control.
Maybe if they hadn't isolated him, they would have been able to stop that girl.
Maybe he would have never found her at all.
A terrible thought came to his mind.
What if she was born because they exiled America?
What if she was born because that was the first part of his downfall?
The downfall that he helped cause.
Two words that nobody would hear echoed through the room in a choked sob.
"I'm sorry."
hi! i just wanted to clear a few things up real quick:- this was not meant to be a continuing story, but if you wanna use the character, feel free!
- the reason why i wasn't Really going anywhere with this is bc it's based on. a tumblr post. it was a screenshot of a writing prompt that was something along the lines of all countries agreeing to go into isolation for 50 years, only for america (the actual country, not the hetalia character) to return and find out that nobody else actually went into isolation. somebody commented that this is the answer as to what happened to all the other countries in most dystopian ya novels, and the girl from this story is kinda meant to be the nightmarish hellscape those kinds of stories are always set in
- basically? i took a Funnie Poast and made it depressing
but i'm glad you all liked it! thank you for reading!