Three days ago
As Canada sat, listening to France, he realized that France made no sense. Talking about the word assault and condemning it, like it was the cause of something evil, and how it was going to lead England off a vaguely stated plan that a couple of their closest friends were in. One that he seemed anxious to avoid talking about. After getting angry, he made an ultimatum about actually telling what was going on or walking out the door. France conceded. They were going to attack America.
How they were going to attack him, or even who was unmentioned. Was it China, or Russia? They could be an actual threat. But France didn't mention them. Only that he was worried that England would do something to the plan of beating him up, and asked to call England because he didn't know where he was from passing out last night. From sleepiness, of course.
So when Canada left he decided not to stop England from ruining the plan. But then he started to wonder it he was doing the right thing, for England could fail. After-all, America could very well hurt his friends. Not that it was undeserved for being planned attackers, but America tended to get... carried away. Just before he opened the door, Canada started to wonder: maybe letting America walk in on his planned attackers wasn't a good idea. America could do more than defend himself, so that was the least of his concerns, but that America would see such...Canada shook his head. Maybe it would be a good thing for him to learn about life, even though a wave of betrayal. He was surprised that something thing like this hadn't happened sooner.
It was like his enemies were attacking him, only worse. So what if the antics would be less cruel, it wouldn't be less nice to have your friends trying to gang beat you, but...
That's just how things are, he thought bitterly. Things wouldn't always work out, and sometimes the people you love do crazy things. He hoped everyone would learn their lesson. Canada hoped that America would take it well. Beneath that bustling exterior was a heart that bruised rather easily. He hoped that it wasn't lost for ever because this. Even if this was a lesson that he needed to learn, he didn't want his brother to change.
He loved Alfred the way he was, even if he was annoying at times. That was what made him him. The door shifted with his thoughts.
By telling him directly, he would out himself to France if Alfred just ignored him and said that Canada told him. But if Alfred just didn't go to the meeting because he didn't want to, (maybe the Superbowl or something? Or a little birdie's hint?) then Alfred wouldn't find out even if England failed, everybody else would realize what they wanted was wrong and repent, and he wouldn't break his word to France. A great win-win.
As long as it worked.
I'm publishing this now because tomorrow I'm spending Sunday at six flags with my mom and brother.
