Guys! I'm SO SORRY that this is such a late update! I really didn't mean for it to be this late, but writers' block is KILLING ME! D: That, and school is starting, so that's been a bit stressful...I promise to get part two of the epilogue here soon, but I can't say when. I don't know yet. Anyways, please don't hate me! xD I hope you like this chapter! :D

France remembered returning to the New World shortly after England found America. He was surprised to find another special nation boy that looked much like America, and upon first sights, he thought that this boy was America. But he soon found out that this little nation boy represented what is now Canada, but he took the boy for himself at the time, and named him New France. He spent time teaching Canada his culture and language, and growing up, Canada began to look a little bit like France, inheriting his silky, wavy hair and ways of life under the Frenchman's influence.

Often, before he was tamed and culturalized by France, Canada was quite the wild child before settling down to be a more quiet nation, with a calm, relaxing attitude. France was happy that the young nation had changed his attitude for the better, and wasn't obnoxious like his older brother.

Canada remembered all of this happening too. But firstly, he remembered his brother, Alfred, leaving to be with the bigger, stronger countries. He remembered losing their mother shortly after the Europeans began invading the land. Both of those events broke his poor little heart, and he became a savage.

It had been easy for Canada to become a calm, civilized nation after meeting France and learning from him, because that is what he was originally like. It was the events of losing his brother and his mother that had changed him for the worse, but he easily changed back once again when France came, and he obeyed France after awhile, figuring he had nothing to live for, seeing as he had lost his brother and mother. But of course he was happy again when his Alfred returned, and he had confessed upon his brother's return that France had been taking care of him, and was teaching him his culture, language, and ways of life. And of course America was happy for him, because at the time, he was happy with England. Little did the small nations know, England would get a bit greedy, and take Canada from France, and then proceed to fight America when he wanted to gain his independence.

We shall now jump to the events that happened right after America left with England :)

Canada paced around the little hut that he, Alfred, and their mother lived in. Alfred had left only two days ago, but Canada didn't go after him when he first left. He didn't think his brother was serious about going to live with strangers that they didn't know. But two days had passed, and his brother hadn't returned, and Canada knew why. His brother had been serious, and he did go to live with the strangers. He knew this was only bad news, because he could see what was happening to their mother. She was getting visibly weaker by the day, and Canada had noticed more strangers around. These weren't nation strangers though, they were regular humans. They didn't speak any of the languages that Canada knew, and they had already been hassling his mother's people. He hated these strangers, and Canada was starting to become a nervous wreck because of them.

Canada was taking care of his mother the best he could, but the Europeans were forcing all of the natives somewhere else so they could have the land, and it was really taking it's toll. His mother couldn't walk on her own anymore, and she wasn't eating. She told Canada to take care of the land the best he could, and to find America at all costs, because together, they could be powerful, and take care of her remains. She ushered Canada out to collect food, telling him that she wanted to rest, and she'd eat when he came back.

Canada walked out of the hut in a rush, because he wanted to save his mother. He knew at some point, his efforts would prove to be fruitless, but he would try his best. Hell, he'd let the Europeans take his life, so his mother could life. Canada was just that caring. He set out to find food, but a lot of it had been taken by the Europeans lately. Buffalo were hard to find now, and all the trees were stripped of their fruit. How could the Europeans trust that the food around here was safe, anyways?

"Maybe if I poison it...," Canada thought to himself. He paused in his thoughts, "What am I thinking? This isn't like me!" Canada was as smart as they come, and to think that killing was a good idea made him feel stupid. Killing was never the solution. His mother had taught him and Alfred that, and he wasn't going to go against his mother's teachings.

Canada managed to find some berries and nuts, and he made the best meal he could with them, and returned to his mother in the hut. But as soon as he stepped in, he knew something was wrong. His mother was sprawled on the floor, and he dropped the food he held, jaw dropped and eyes wide in horror.

"Amá!" Canada cried out, stumbling forward to his mother's side. Her eyes were closed, and her face was spotless, save for the small trickle of blood coming from her mouth. "Amá!" Canada cried out again. He reached for his mothers neck, checking for a pulse. He felt one, but it was very faint. He reached his hand over her face, pressing it to her forehead. It was very hot. Canada stumbled to his feet and grabbed a bit a deer skin sitting on the ground nearby, and hurried to the small pond that was close to the hut. Once he reached the pond, he dipped the deer skin in it, then pulled it back out, running to the hut once again.

Canada pressed the cloth to his mother's forehead, and called out to her again. This time, she opened her eyes and turned her head, slowly, painfully towards him.

"Ashkii...," she said faintly to Canada. (Let's pretend that they're still speaking Navajo, because I can't translate these phrases :/) "Matthew, I love you...I always have...and even when I'm gone, I'll remember you," she spoke to Canada.

"No...no!" he cried out, "you can't leave! You can't! You can be strong, mother!"

"Matthew, it is my time...I have lived a long and bountiful life, and now you must carry on without me. Together, you and Alfred will take care of my lands. When you find Alfred, tell him that I sent my love. Goodbye, Matthew."

"No! Amá! Amá!" Canada cried out, gently shaking his mother as tears rolled down his cheeks. He threw his arms around her, hugging her close, and speaking to her softly, "I guess if you have to go...I won't let you down..." As Canada said that, he felt his mother's heart stop beating, and a pain ripped through him like no other. He wailed, tears coating his face, screaming out in pain.

At the same time, America was feeling this pain, a pain like no other. So when he screamed in the middle of the night, it startled England right out of his sleep. He rushed to America's room, and tried to comfort him, but America just kept screaming, blood-curdling screams. His chest hitched in pain, and tears were running down his face profusely. As the pain subsided, his screams were reduced to sobs. Finally, he was able to choke out a few words.

"We have to g-go! I n-need to see my brother!" he said softly to England.

"Get dressed then, America," England said, without a second thought. Obviously, something terrible had happened, and if America requested to see his brother, then England would take him immediately.

Meanwhile, Canada was curled up beside his mother's body, which had long gone cold and stiff, and he couldn't stop crying. He was mentally calling for Alfred, and hoping that they would have some kind of connection. He screamed internally for his brother, and little did he know, they did have a connection. America was hearing his brother, loud and clear, and was rushing there to see him, and to help him.

It wasn't long before America had arrived. He jumped right off the ship as soon as it had docked, and he was running, fast. He knew exactly where his brother was, and he was rushing to him. England couldn't keep up, so he shouted to America,

"I'll catch up with you...later...!"

America had nodded and quickly ran off again, and at his speed, it didn't take long before he was with Canada.

"Matthew! Matthew!" he began, in tears, "What happened?!"

"Alfred!" Canada shouted, running to hug his brother, and burying his face in his brother's neck.

"Matthew...," America said softly, stroking his brother's hair to calm him down. "Matthew, tell me what happened? I felt a terrible pain, and I heard you calling for me...I need to know what's wrong!"

"Amá...," Canada said softly. That was all he needed to say.

"Take me to her," America demanded, and Canada obliged, taking his brothers hand, and slowly leading him to where their mother was.

As they reached the area, America could already feel the death in the air, and Canada could feel it as well. The land around them was dying, the leaves on the trees having gone brown, although it was only spring time.

Canada led America to the little hut, and as they both stepped inside, Canada looked surprised. America looked confused. He glanced around and saw nothing, and Canada was looking all around, under the mats, under the little bit of furniture. But their mother was no where to be found.

Canada spoke, reaching a conclusion on her disappearance, "She must have lifted her spirit...she didn't want me to see her like that again, and didn't want you to see her like that at all...she told me before she died, that when I found you, she wanted me to tell you that she sends her love."

America was slow to respond. "I love you, Amá," he said. Then he turned to his brother and took his hand. "We have to take care of her lands. We have to keep them alive."

Upon hearing those words, Canada lifted his head and broadened his shoulders, already preparing to become strong for his mother. America was doing the same. Then they walked out of the hut, hand in hand, spirits lifted, souls filled with confidence, and a new-found power that they didn't have before. Their love for their mother was the source of this power, and they took it, ready to take care of their mother's lands, and keep it alive. Already, the vegetation around them seemed to be growing greener, teeming once again with life.

They looked around them, grinning as they saw the land fill with life once again. They curled up in the grass together, talking, and watching the clouds inch across the sky. Soon, England came, and chuckled to himself as he saw the brothers together. They were almost identical, except for their hair. He kept Alfred's short, parted to the side, but he could never seem to smooth down that strange cowlick that Alfred had. And Alfred would spaz out and squirm whenever he touched it, so he left it alone. His brother, whom he didn't know the name of, had slightly longer hair, and a strange curl on the side of his hair, and his hair was parted down the middle. He looked at the brothers, and noticed that Alfred's eyes were a brighter blue, while his brother's were more of a violet blue. He walked closer, and the boys noticed him.

Alfred began grinning, and Canada's eyes filled with fear. America rushed forward, dragging his brother with him, and hugged England.

"This is my brother, Matthew!" America said as he pulled away from the hug he gave England.

"Well, he looks like a fine boy," England commented, a polite smile on his face.

"He is!" America practically shouted in reply as he squished Canada into a hug. "He's the best brother ever!"

Canada nodded nervously as he tried to squirm out of his brothers hug, but America had an iron grip on him.

"Well, America, we must get going. We don't want to worry our friends in Europe, do we?"

"I guess not...," America said sadly as he let go of his brother, taking England's hand instead. He turned his head to face Canada though, "I suppose you aren't coming with, are you?" he asked his brother.

"No, sorry Alfred. I'm staying to take care of the lands."

"Okay then. See you soon, I hope!"

"Yeah, see you," Canada said as he watched America and England walk away, wishing he had someone like that, a nice guardian and caretaker, for himself.

Okay guys, again, I apologize for the super late update! I should really finish stuff before I start posting it...ah well. Everything is going to be a bit late...the next update, the next 'one shot' like this was supposed to be! And my new fanfic...that won't be up for awhile. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! Review, and tell me what you thought of it! :D