(A/N: I noticed that I'm missing a few people. Haiti2013 happens to be one of those people… man you were so great, but the award for "Best Reviewer" for this story so far has to go to… *drumrole* TwinsAreAwesome2! *gives him a trophy with a pile of cookies in it*
Haiti2013 I still love you for being the best reviewer of the first story :) )
It was against Canada's wishes at first when Germany had been there to take care of him but after a while it didn't bug him as much. Russia had invited America to see a movie with him to try and relax the tension in their court business between them, and of course America said yes. So shortly after they left, Germany and Canada got to talking and before long sleeping with each other. Canada knew it was wrong to do it since he was with America, but he knew Germany was hurt and didn't wanna turn him down.
Overall, he's very thorough and it wasn't so one-sided like it normally would be with someone other than America or France.
Oh shit. France.
He attempted to sit up but Germany's grip on him was a little too tight. He felt like something bad was going to happen, he just knew it. He pried Germany's arms out from around him and stood up off the bed, putting his clothes back on and going down to the kitchen.
There was a girl there who looked a lot like America, but most people know her as Amelia, the southern half of America.
"Hello Canada, I thought I'd be seeing you sometime soon."
He walked up to her slowly.
"Why are you here? This is America's house, not yours."
She smiled, looking very wicked.
"Not for long. It will be America's and my house, after we merge."
She sounded crazy.
"What do you mean Amelia? Me and America share this house."
"Oh, not for long. For your information, I have every intention of marrying him."
Canada looked dumbstruck.
"He doesn't… love you… does he?"
She stood up, walking up to him and taking a nail file from her pocket, then proceeding to file her nails.
"He loves me, that I know, but he just doesn't love me like a lover. It's all pathetic brotherly love. I don't want that."
Canada backed up a few feet, eyes like a hawk on her.
"What does any of this have to do with me?"
She smiled, laughing wickedly.
"It has everything to do with you. If he hadn't gone and fell in love with you, maybe he would've taken me back. But since he loves you I have no choice but to get rid of you."
She walked over to a kitchen drawer, still laughing her evil laugh, and drew a knife from the drawer.
And without hesitation, Canada ran back up the stairs to America's room.
"Germany!"
He felt the scream escape his throat as he got in there and locked the door. Germany had jolted up in the bed, gaining a half-scared, half-confused look. The instant the door was locked and Canada threw a whole bunch of shit in front of it, he ran up to Germany and hid in his arms, scared as fuck.
"What's wrong Canada?"
Germany held him tightly and began to pat his back.
"AMELIA'S TRYING TO FUCKING KILL ME!"
This was the loudest Canada had ever gotten before. An actual scream that probably could've been heard by all the neighbors. He was crying and he looked like he was gonna blow if no one was there to comfort him. It wasn't like Canada at all.
He didn't really want to, but Germany pushed him to the side and started walking to the door.
"I'll handle this Canada. It's what I'm here for."
Then he slowly moved the stuff out of the way and unlocked the door. He held the knob for a minute longer then looked back to Canada.
"Lock the door behind me."
Canada swallowed hard, but did as Germany asked him and locked the door the instant Germany stepped foot out. He was more afraid for Germany than he was for himself in the long run anyway. Perhaps because they were friends now? He didn't know. He ran to the closet and hid himself inside, pulling the door shut and sitting in the dark, pulling America's clothes off the hangers and piling them on top of himself. Most of them were stained with the smell of hamburgers, but that was how most people had to identify them; By their scent. America would smell like burgers, Canada like syrup.
It was comforting.
He sat there for a long while, clutching the clothing and shivering from the cold he felt for letting Germany risk himself for Canada's sake. But the next thing he knew, there were footsteps in the room.
It didn't sound like anyone had broken down the door to get in. The footsteps got closer and closer until the closet door started to open, letting the piercing light into the pitch-black closet.
"Canada?"
He looked up to see America standing in the lit room, crying. He looked even more broken than Germany had the other night. He reached out his hand for Canada, and he took it, but instead of pulling him up, America pulled him into his arms, tighter than Germany's. He felt so much better now that America was there, but along with America there were cops. Cops and an ambulance. Canada cried so much for it to be Amelia stuck in that ambulance and going to prison after she was better.
"Where's Germany?"
He looked up to America, feeling really tired.
"He's… on his way to the hospital…"
Canada made little stuttering noises, the kind you'd make if something happened that you didn't want to happen.
"Yeah… H-He took some really bad stab wounds… He's gonna be fine though, don't worry."
One of the police officers walked in, eying Canada slightly.
"Was he the intended victim?"
The cop had asked America but he pointed to Canada, which he would've normally found irritating if that was the biggest problem. But it wasn't.
America nodded.
The cop turned to leave.
"You know, I don't think I've ever seen a girl get so violent. And thanks to you guys, this case has been settled. It turns out that Amelia had been working together with Switzerland to overthrow Canada. God knows why."
America gave him a weird look.
"I thought Switzerland was neutral."
"Not in this case."
Then the cop left, along with the others.
It was then that America felt Canada slump down in his arms.
"Are you okay my love? Did Amelia hurt you at all?"
Canada shook his head a little; He wasn't physically hurt much at all.
"No, I'm just… tired…"
It was true. Canada was exhausted.
He felt America smile, then carry him over to their bed, laying him down gently then lying next to him.
"Rest now. You've been through enough today."
He smiled as America started humming a song to him, slowly drifting away.
(A/N: Sounds cheesy enough right? Sorry I'm working on a lack of sleep right now and it's starting to get the better hand of my mind. I will write better though, soon. Ah, but this story isn't ending just yet. We have to catch Switzy!~)