HIIIIII! I really love writing this story! It's so much fun writing! I sincerely apologise for my crappy writing in this chapter, I'm writing this at 12:30, I just got home from a party. Nice party though. Going away party for my friends. ;( Anywho, this chapter should be a relief after the brutal emotional rollercoaster that I put y'all through last time. Maybe. I honestly might include fluff in this. I HAVE NO CLUE! But I can write good fluff, so be prepared for uncontrollable fangirling. wow, much feels, such emotion. Oh btw, no UsUk, this is brotherly fluff. That's it! I swear! They're brothers….people that's gross.
Carribia
We had decided to be more careful. I had used magic to change into my human form, then alter it a bit. Matthew could change too, with some help from me. So when the helicopter flew overhead, the people inside didn't recognise us. Hopefully. We trecked all day, only stopping for brief breaks where we ate. Like usual, we talked. But it wasn't the happy banter of yesterday. We talked in low voices, about our brother. He got around to talking about how he had reacted. "When I saw his face, the look in his eyes was something from a nightmare!" I stopped. Just dead stopped. "No. Way. No freakin way." He looked back, concerned. "You ok?" "No! This is…oh god." "What?" "I need you to give me every detail of how the White House burned down." "How'd you know there was a fire?"
Hehehe see what I did there? Oh btw guys, the stuffs below is not! UsUk! This is strictly brotherly! ok? Really. Everyone loves a good UsUk every once in a while, but not here. Go read Our Memories or something like that. The Ferocious Roars of Tea Drinking Dragons. All good UsUk.
America
I descended the steps of my house with misery. I hadn't found them, and they probably hated me anyway. I walked down to the living room, and just sat on the couch. Staring at nothing. I eventually cried, I don't know. I just felt tears on my cheeks. England came over, like he had done ever since Carribia had gone missing. We just sat there, him offering comfort, me, desperately needing support. He pulled me closer to him, and I leaned on his shoulder. He held me, like he had done since we were younger, and I think I fell asleep. When I woke up, I didn't open my eyes, I just lay there. I didn't want to face the world. I wanted to have England hold me, have him stroke my head and comfort me forever.
When I finally mustered up the courage to open my eyes, then were met with emerald ones. I curled into him, and he hugged me tightly. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "For what?" "Everything." He said nothing more, just squeezed me tighter. He must have been exhausted, trekking all over northern Canada, then coming here. I looked at him, and all I saw was love. No tiredness or irritation. Just love for me. And I'm sure my eyes looked the same way.
After a while, I broke the eyes contact, and curled up again. I really just wanted to hibernate, never wake up. And I'm also sure that England wouldn't move either. The whole situation was perfect. Except for the fact that when either of us moved it would be awkward as f***. So I didn't move. I didn't want to spoil the moment. We fell asleep like that, in each other's arms. Silently making up for the past.
And that my friends, is the best goddamn subplot ever. I've been working on this idea, thousands of different scenarios, and this was completely random. If it leaned a bit towards UsUk, I apologize. It was awesome though. I have virtually no fluff in my life, but I can still write it! Cool! Awkward moment! *backs away slowly*
Hell yeah! i'm still writing this! I'm not one of those writers who does 8 long chapters, then writes a small little chapter. I don't do that. This might be a little short though.
England
I was worrying for America's sanity. He had found his brother and sister, just didn't recognise them. Now he was breaking apart. And all I could do was sit and watch. He seemed…smaller, somehow. He was always so full of energy, brushing off everything, not really caring. It was devastating to see him like this. He's usually so happy, bright and cheerful. I was staring at him as I thought. He nuzzled into me, just like he used to do when he was little. Almost before I realized what I was doing, I had hugged him close. He turned to me and whispered something. "I'm sorry." I was surprised. "For what?" "Everything." He turned away, curling into me again. I squeezed him tighter, pressing his body against mine. I still remembered how important physical contact was to him when he was sad or scared. I sighed quietly and stroked his head. Carribia was not a bad kid, she just get's these wild assumptions, and now with the whole Canada-America thing she was probably even more paranoid. But she might listen to me…
Carribia
I felt a faint vibration in my pocket. I pulled it out, turning it on as I did so. Caller id…f*ck. I said it out loud, then again for good measure. Mat turned, frowning. "What is it? Alfred calling your cell?" "No." He let out a sigh of relief. "Iggy calling my cell." He laughed slightly. Then seemed surprised at himself. "Answer it." I pressed the button. "Um…hello?" "Carribia." It wasn't a question. I decided to lighten the mood a bit. "Yes sir?" He sighed. It sounded like someone crumbling paper. "Do you have any idea what you've done?" He sounded really pissed. "No." "Then let me enlighten you," He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Your brother is passed out on the couch, after crying himself to sleep. He found his sister again, then it turns out she'd been working for his enemies. Then, there's a accident, and he goes a little crazy, because his only friend that he can confide to has been killed. His brother and sister leave him, and are currently missing. He thought he had found them, but he was mistaken. He's going to break soon. So what are you going to do about it?"
I was speechless. Then England started talking again. "Do you have any idea what you've put him through? It might seem like he went crazy, but he worked himself to the bone trying to find you. I'm here, holding him together, but this can't last long. I'm technically not even his brother anymore. And I know exactly what he's going through." The stunned silence extended further. I asked one question. "Does he know you're calling me?" "No. Like I said, he's passed out on the couch." I was silent, contemplating the situation. I couldn't reach a decision. So I procrastinated. "How much longer?" Silence. Then, "A few days, if we're lucky. Right now I'm not feeling very lucky, so don't take too long!" He hung up.
Canada had listened to my side of the conversation, and I told him the rest. He seemed…distant, I would say. He stared off into space, almost as if he was looking for something. I shook his shoulder gently. "Mat? You here?" He sighed. "I don't know what to do. Al…he doesn't do subtle emotions, so grieving is worse for him. Both ways here. I feel like a piece of sh*t for doing this, but I still think my reasons are justified." I nodded. "Maybe…maybe this has gone on long enough."
Ooh, more feels! Canada wracked with indecision, overprotective England, (oh sh*t, least time Iggy got overprotective, he started a war…) and a depressed!America. Oh boy. This is awesome though, so many views! Please review! I love comments on my writing, even if it sucks. *winces* 3 furrfurr2001
