(I'm back guys~ I enjoyed the fourth very much, until I almost got a ticket for lighting fireworks after midnight -_- funny story 'bout that, but I'll save it for another time. For now, I should just get back to the story~ XD )
Canada felt himself tremble lightly under his touch.
"Fu-France… I thought you…"
His eyes focused more in the dark and could now make out some of his features, noting how worried and scared the other country was.
"It wasn't me."
Even his voice was laced with worry. Canada felt himself starting to cry a little, his good nature getting the better of him. He started feeling sorry for him, but he still found himself extremely frustrated at him as well.
"Y-you tried to kill me…"
A few tears hit France's hand and he reached up to wipe them away.
"Ce n'était pas moi bébé… (It wasn't me babe…) I would never hurt you, you know that."
He leaned back and felt France wrap his arms around him, as if a little affection could sort out how Canada was feeling.
"Je t'aime." (I love you)
Canada felt something other than confusion; he wasn't quite sure of what it was but the next thing he knew he'd shoved France away and stood up, huffing in an angry manner.
"I don't know what kind of sick trick you're trying to play on me but I'm not falling for it France."
He wiped his hand across his own face, getting rid of the tears he still had there and started choking on sobs.
"I was in love with you and you tried to kill me… Don't you think you've done enough damage? My brother loves me and you don't see him holding a gun to my head do you?!"
He stopped, falling back to sit on the couch in the dark room and hide his face in his hands. Clearly he was too frustrated to deal with France right then; maybe some sleep would've helped, but there was no time for that. He heard a somewhat heavy sigh from the man next to him.
"I'm sorry Canada… I really didn't do it. I could tell you who did, but…"
"But what?"
"But, to put it plainly, I'd end up in more trouble than I can handle."
"…. Please tell me France…"
There was another sigh, this one less dramatic, from France.
"It's… America's sister…"
Canada looked at him funny.
"You've got to be kidding me France."
"I'm not! I know she did it because she was the one who kept me locked away while she did it!"
Canada thought for a moment.
"… Locked you up?"
He nodded kind of sullenly.
"Oui…"
He saw the other start to cry a little himself, not like the kind of crying you'd do to get someone to feel sorry for you, but the kind of crying that you don't want to show but you end up showing it anyway, making you feel weak inside.
He looked like he was genuinely serious about the whole thing.
"S-She made me do some regrettable things… I couldn't do anything about it either… Elle m'a fait mal… (She hurt me…) And I feel awful because I knew she was after you but I couldn't warn you or anything…"
Canada really did feel bad now; Others might not be so easy on him now, but he couldn't help it. He really did seem sorry about all of it, and wanted to make it better. He leaned forward and placed a light kiss to his lips, knowing that kisses were the best way France could accept comfort. And it had been like that for a few minutes. He knew America would be upset but he didn't have to know.
-THERE'SALINEHEREXD-
Meanwhile, America was tiring himself out, unable to find Canada and never once suspecting France's place. It seemed too obvious since the incident. Jumping from the window hadn't helped his case much either. It sent an enormous jolt of pain through him, which seemed to make his injuries hurt worse than they already did.
But now, he was at England's, trying to rest.
The British man, however, thought it to be tea time instead.
That was one thing America had forgotten when he hiked to Britain; there's a five hour time lag: It was late night at America's but it was early morning at England's.
He found Britain's bedroom and walked inside, seeing as though Britain wouldn't need it for the rest of the day, then flopped down on the bed, quickly but not so easily falling asleep. And it wasn't long before Britain walked in there as well, waking America up by laying next to him.
"Oh, Britain *yawn* did you want your bed back?"
He shook his head.
"No, I was just thinking that… we haven't spent much time together since I was raising you years ago, and I thought that we should do something."
America smiled and couldn't help wrapping his arms around England's waist and pulling him close until they were laying together.
"We could just sleep. *Yawn* I'm tired and you're… *yawn*… really soft…"
Britain smiled and let the younger country feel his hair and snuggle with him. He wrapped his arms around America as well, then kissed his forehead before saying goodnight, which ironically has no point since it was morning there.
(A/N: And there's another chapter. I was really tired while writing this so if it shows through my writing I'm sorry XD )
