A/N: Well look at that.. I'm putting this up the same day.. (Unless I decide to upload it a few days later then nevermind) Anyway, enjoy~!
P.S.
Italics means narration by Canada to the others
Regular means the story at that time
We were hanging out together on a Saturday.. or was it a Sunday? Nevermind that. America was at my house, and we were casually chatting and catching up over some pancakes and coffee. We talked about recent issues, i.e. ISIS and the airlines that keep crashing down. He kept spewing his usual nonsense, and as I was laughing, we heard a crash upstairs..
"I'll check it out," America proclaimed, heroically standing before Canada, with one leg on a chair.
"Oh.. America.. Please don't do that.. Those cushions stain easily-" America ran out of the kitchen, and his clomping feet could be heard running up the stairs. Canada sat in silence, as Kimosabi was sitting in her corner, playing with a toy fish. As he listened to the noiseless air, he jumped when shouts and the sounds of tumbling and banging came from upstairs. America and the now apparent intruder started punching at each other on the ground. They rolled over, and America was on top. He started to choke the blond stranger with shades, who struggled to break free.
"Gotta' say Al.. You're still ridiculously strong even as a polar opposite.." The blond stranger coughed, then started shoving at America's face, then kneed him right between the legs. America groaned, then fell to the side, gritting his teeth in pain. "Ah. Much better. It's nice to see you on the ground, beneath my feet. Where you belong." America grabbed his ankle.
"Cheap shots.. aren't cool.. bro.." He looked up and grinned. The intruder kicked him square in the stomach, making America groan more.
"Keep busy. I have some shit I need to do first." He turned around and stared at Canada. He jumped in his seat. The stranger did some weird lip stretch, then spat out some blood on my white carpet. He strutted over, then when he reached the kitchen, he stood before me.
Listen, some idiot fucked up on his job, and from what I heard.." He bent down to my eye level. "You're a good listener and follower. So I have something I need you to do. And you, my stupid clone, will listen and follow."
He pulled a small bag of white powder out from his back pocket then held it out to Canada. He nodded, then ushered for him to take it. "It's not drugs." Canada was still hesitant. "Do it. Stop being a bitch. I warning you NOW." Canada was shaking with worry, as he reached out and grabbed the zipped end to the small little baggie with his thumb and forefinger. He tearily looked up.
"I want you to swallow it. In like tea or something." Suddenly, America came up from behind the man, and knocked him straight out. He was huffing. He walked over and grabbed the bag, then walked over to the sink, and dropped it in. He turned on the insinkerator then watched it choppily cut up, a few puffs of smoke coming out. Running some water to wash it down, he turned around and smiled.
"Never take anything from strangers!" he heroically pointed out. Canada sighed, then wiped away his tears of fear. Still to distraught to say anything, America relaxed, still smiling.
"We'll call the police or something." Canada nodded, playing with a napkin's edge on the table. As America walked over to where the man should've been, he noticed no one was there.
"Where'd he go..?" America looked around. Canada shot up and looked in that area.
"D-didn't you knock him out..?" Canada asked worriedly that he still lurked in the surrounding area.
"Yeah.. I should've. I smashed my fist right square in his skull. If it didn't knock him out, it had to have killed him."
"Can we stay at your house for a bit.." Canada whispered.
"Hm? Why?" America turned around, staring at his brother.
"I'm scared.." America chuckled.
"Well sure thing! It's a hero's job to make sure all the innocent civilians around him are safe and secure!"
And with that, I spent about the next week or so at his house. We hung out and I felt pretty safe. However there hasn't been a time since that I haven't looked over my shoulder for a second.. I've always been paranoid that he'd come back..
A/N: Okay I lied. The chapter was actually shorter. BUT IT WAS A STORY! Also this was uploaded on the same day, only a few hours apart from each other. Ghh.. Okay, the point of this chapter was to explain somethings. I won't go into detail, as I want you to figure it out(even tho it really isn't hard). So yeah. Follow, Fave, and Review if you want more! See ya'!