This started as I was sad so I wrote it but it turned into a plot bunny!

America's POV

I don't know how long I was kneeling there after the paramedics took my brother's cold still body from my arms. Body, it was all too real. I wanted to pinch myself and wake up from this nightmare, but it wasn't a nightmare. My brother, sweet, sensitive, Canada was gone. Mattie was dead. Tears had just stopped streaming down my face, when I heard the yelling.

"Frog there is nothing wrong!"

"I'm telling you! I feel something is terribly wrong!" I looked up as England and France crash through the back door. England saw me

"America! Tell this bloody frog, every..." They walked into the room and froze at the sight of the blood around me.

"It's not ok, England not at all." I whispered my voice cracking. He ran up to me, checking me over.

"It's not me." I whispered. France was deathly pale but didn't move.

"What happened?" England demanded, but my voice was gone. Tears spilled out of my eyes,

'I have to tell them! I have to explain to everyone that Mattie k-k... That Mattie's gone!' I couldn't do it! I'm supposed to be the hero but I couldn't tell them.

At the sight of my tears, France snapped out of his frozen state and dragged both England and I down the hall. He opened a door revealing a room with multiple monitors.

'Of course!' Each nation's house had video cameras set up around them, for security reasons but I think it was Hungary's and/or Japan's idea. I typed in the time and date before walking out of the room. I saw most of it once I didn't need to see it again. I heard cries rip from the two men's throats as it ended.

"No! He wouldn't!"

"He would and he did." I said walking back in, "My baby brother just died in my arms!" I was once more in hysterics. I collapsed onto the ground not willing to face the world.

The funeral

I watched as they lowered the casket into the ground, tears blurring my vision. All the minor nations had showed up. Prussia was sobbing into Hungary, who for once didn't pull his pan out or anything to stop him. Hong Kong for once was crying. He and Canada had grown close friends recently. Australia and New Zealand were huddled with Liechtenstein, Switzerland, Romano, and Spain. Sealand was next to me, crying for our brother; wish that he and Canada had been closer.

"Why, Mattie? Why did you leave us?" I whispered throwing a shovel of dirt into the grave. I fell to my knees in front of it. The grave!

"WHY! EVERYONE LIKED YOU! I WAS THE ONE NO ONE COULD STAND! WHY ARE YOU WHO WE'RE BURIEING (sp)!" No one made a move to comfort me. They knew I was right. None of them, not even France or England, could normally stand me. It was ok, I just went to Mattie's, but Mattie was gone. I felt the cold Mattie had talked about in his final moments, loneliness. I was for the first time since I 'born' that I felt truly alone. I don't remember before I met Mattie but after we met we were inseparable until France found Canada. I still remember the day I met him.

FLASHBACK
I was cold. The wind up here was fridged, but I felt something in my land. I don't know how long I had wondered, but I knew a few things. I was a nation, America by name. I was about 6 physically. I could feel my people and now I felt a presence similar to mine close to the edge of my land. I walked onward until I felt myself reach the very edge of my land. I felt my eye widen, I'd never been out of my land before. What was it like? I took a deep breath and stepped over the invisible line. Nothing happened. I looked around for the person I had felt.

"H-hi" A small voice said from above me. I jumped and looked up. There in one of the tall maple trees sat a little boy. He looked almost exactly like me, only his eyes and hair were different. His eyes were more of a purple then mine. His hair more of a brown then my golden locks and he didn't have my cowlick, instead he had a curl.

"Who are you?" I asked climbing up the tree.

"I'm Canada" He said, leaning over the side of his branch to watch me. I smiled as I reached a branch level to his.

"It's nice to meet you, Canada. I'm America!" I said striking a heroic pose. He giggled. "Hey! It's not funny! I'm going to be a hero someday, and save people." He shook his head.

"No silly! You're a nation! How can you be a nation and a hero?"

"I don't know, but I'll find a way!"

"Ok I believe you."

END OF FLASHBACK

It was a bitter sweet memory now. It was the start to a relationship that would last more than two centuries, but it was over all with a single shard of glass.

Done with this chaper next chapter will be up in the next week or so.