Phew, another long one. Not as long as the last, but you know what I mean. This is Canada's P.O.V., but you already guessed that didn't you? HetaPastaH3ro: Well I did, kinda. You will find the answer to that in the next chapter. I'm glad you liked the HetaOni reference; I aim to satisfy. I'm flattered by your compliment. Guest 2: Long story short, they created him. ^^ I'm glad you like it and are keeping up with it. Guest: Hey, he's my nation too. How do you think I feel? I live in his freaking heart! Kimikono: Like I said earlier, you'll find out next chapter. 0.0 You have a hetalia group? Lucky, I don't.
Well, here's the new chapter ^^ BTW I don't own the awesomeness called Hetalia.
Running, running was the only thing I could do. It's the only thing I have been doing. Running away from my problems, running in a wild panic, running to find my brother, and now I'm running away from him. It seems my life has only been consisting of running. Maybe that's why no one can see me, because, in some way, I've been running from them. Maybe that's why America pretends to not see me or remember my name, because I'm running from him, too. Then again, maybe he does it to protect me; but I might never know, because right now, I'm running away from him. Running away from the one person that was and will always be there for me.
John told me that America stayed behind to fight the last monster, and that he would catch up with us. For some reason, I didn't believe him. It looked like he didn't believe himself either, while Blaise was looking down, eyes shadowed. I felt something stir in the pit of my stomach; I knew something wasn't right, that I should go and try to help my brother. That he would need all the help he could get…but I ignored it. I thought that America could handle anything and everything the world threw at him. So I ran, thinking that everything was going to be alright, that I was going to see America when we stopped running. Unfortunately, I didn't know that I had run too far, that I wasn't going to see America when we stopped. America was far away, far away from us. I could have saved him, but I didn't. I wouldn't come to this realization until we went back for him.
"Canada! Where were you? I was worried sick! I thought the people that kidnapped Amerique had you too." That would be my welcome back from none other than France. He continued to chastise me for a good half-hour before he registered the two people behind me. "Mathew, who are they?" I moved to my right so France could get a good look at both of them. "Ah, the one on the right is Blaise, and the other one is John. I brought them here because they have some leads on where Alfred is." I could see France stand a little taller and a light returning to his eyes. I hate lying to him, but technically, they do know where America is. It's just how they know that's a little shifty, but if America trusts them, then why shouldn't I?
Blaise and John sent me a look, as if asking why I had said Alfred instead of America? I ignored them for now; hopefully they would understand that I would explain it later. While that silent exchange was going on, France clapped his hands together and stated, "Magnifique! He's been gone for far too long, in my opinion. Everyone's going to be so excited to see him. I'll go tell Germany to call a meeting." France turned and was about to walk off, until I grabbed his arm. "Wait, I think we should tell only a few people. Incase it comes up as a false lead. We don't want to get everyone's hopes up for nothing." I hate lying to France, I really do, but there's something stopping me from telling everyone. It's like I know something bad is going to happen, but I don't know what. That sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach just keeps growing. Something's definitely wrong; America should have caught up with us a long time ago. We took multiple breaks along the way, to give him time to catch up. Something happened to him, but I don't know what.
France awarded my efforts with a questioning look, but otherwise, didn't show any opposition. The four of us walked to Germany's room and asked if he could get the G8 and Prussia. When he asked why, I said that we might be able to find America. He didn't hesitate in assembling them after that. So now, all of us are sitting or standing in Germany's room, listening to Blaise, occasionally John, and me talk.
"The reason I left yesterday was because I was looking for Alfred, I stumbled across these two by accident. When I asked them if they had seen him and gave his description, they said they saw someone who looked like him being dragged into a forest. They thought it was odd since nobody has voluntarily gone into that forest for years. Once they finished, I asked them if they would come with me here so we could tell you, and they could lead us to Alfred." Once I finished my lie, I let my gaze sweep across the room. Everyone looked bewildered, except for Germany and Prussia. Germany kept his stoic mask on, while Prussia looked ready to bolt. I was about to suggest we leave, when Britain spoke up. "Why should we believe you?" When we all gave him a weird look, he added, "I want to see Alfred as much as everyone else, but I want to know why we should trust you. As far as I know, you might be working for the people that took him away from us. You might be walking us into a trap. So I want to know why we should trust you." I looked back at Blaise and John; John looked hurt and offended, while Blaise looked like he was about to shoot someone in the head. All attention was on them, and I was about to intervene, when Blaise exploded. "You want to know why you should trust us? How about the fact that we're the only ones who know were your friend is! Or that we came all the way here so we could help you! For all we know, we could be putting our lives on the line to help you! I can't believe you; I thought you would be happy that you could find your friend! Instead, you accuse us of being a part of the group that took him away! I'm not sure I want to help people like you, he may be better off staying wherever he is." Shortly after Blaise's yelling, Prussia snapped. "You think he'd be better off where he is? I know for certain that Alfred is not happy there! He's the type of person that loves freedom with everything he's got. He can't stand being cooped up for long periods of time, that's why people think he has ADD. I'm sure that wherever he is, he's suffering!" John flinched, and when he saw that Blaise was going to start arguing with him, he put a hand on Blaise's shoulder and shook his head. "There's no point in arguing, it only wastes time. If they don't believe us, then we'll leave. There's no sense in staying when it's obvious we're not welcome." He turned to the other nations present and bowed. "We'll be leaving now." As John and Blaise had there way for the door, they were stopped by Germany. "Were do you think you're going? We never said that we didn't believe you." Germany then flashed a rare smile and stated, "I'm willing to believe you as long as you're telling the truth about Alfred." John, sensing his partner's still seething rage, answered for them by nodding. Germany looked back at the gathered nations and announced, "Get ready, we will leave in ten minutes. If you are even six seconds late, we will leave without you." The nations cleared the room; the only ones left were Germany, Blaise, John, and myself. I was about to make my way to the door, when Germany gave voice to my fears. "I didn't think you where one to lie Canada. Do you mind telling me who they really are?" When he saw my look of terror, he added, " Don't worry, I won't tell the other's." I visibly relaxed and looked at my two companions. They both nodded and prepared to tell Germany who they really were and explain everything.
"The two of us used to work for the organization that kidnapped America. We had a change of heart when we met America; we realized that the organization wasn't what we thought it was after meeting him. So we helped him whenever we could; giving him advice, bandaging his wounds, finding places to hide the dirty ones, little things like that. Somehow, our boss found out and put us under watch so we couldn't do anything. Then some of our agents kidnapped Canada; there was an immense uproar throughout our base, so we used that to get to where America and Canada were being held. We planned to help them escape, and it went well up until the end. Our strongest creation attacked us and…America stayed behind to hold it off, we haven't seen him since then." As Blaise finished his spiel, he looked down at the ground. His eyes disappearing behind a curtain of black, his fists were tightened into balls. John looked at his friend with concern and shared guilt, feeling as though he failed both his friends*. I couldn't help but feel the same way; if it wasn't for me, America might have been able to escape. But we're going to find him and, if needed, rescue him. I looked to Germany, it seems like he's done processing the information. He stared at all of us with his steely gaze before saying, "I don't like lying, but I see why you did. I appreciate you telling me the truth; now I know what we need to do, and possibly what we're up against." He directed his attention to me and stated, "Get ready, you only have four minutes left." With a nod, I left the room with Blaise and John, and headed for my room. When we got to my room, I asked them something that's been in the back of my mind since this incident started. "What's the real name of the organization?" Both John and Blaise blinked a few times before looking at each other and shrugged. So even the member's have no idea what it's called… I sweat-dropped.
No one said anything as we ran through the forest; we were too focused on not loosing Blaise and John. They could run fast, for a very, very long time. But it didn't matter how fast or long we ran; it would be night by the time we get there. I was right, too; we got there at around one-in-the-morning. John went ahead to scout the area, while we stayed behind the tree line. Everyone was silent, but for a different reason this time. We didn't want anyone finding us; we knew it would end badly.
When John came back and gave us the ok, we silently followed him to the tunnel that leads back to the organization's base. John went in first, followed by Prussia, and myself. I never thought I would have to go through these tunnels again. I thought, before I was interrupted by Blaise's harsh whisper of, "Hey, only three people can go in at a time. It's very unstable, so anymore and then that and the whole thing will collapse." I saw John shaking his head, and a ghost of a smile flit across his face. I chuckled lightly, So I'm not the only one enjoying this.
As we neared the end of the winding tunnel; I restless, like I needed to get to the end right then. I didn't know why, until I inhaled something strong, and malodorous. I looked to John and Prussia to see if they smelled it too. By the looks on both their faces, they knew what it was and bolted to the exit. I was left standing still, trying to figure out what it was, when it hit me. With realization came horror, and I joined the race to the exit. Once I got there, I saw John and Prussia moving ruble away from… I gasped, is that really- "A-America…?" I fell to my knees as the ruble covering my brother's face was removed. No it can't be…America can't be dead! …My little brother can't be dead. Silent tears started crawling down my face as John and Prussia finished unearthing America. Prussia knelt down next to him and started crying as well, while John had started crying the same time I had. Prussia gingerly moved America so he was settled on Prussia's lap. As he held America closer to himself, his sobs became greater, wracking his entire frame. Prussia started blubbering incoherent nonsense, until he got to the words, "Who did this to you?" I saw John stiffen and sniffle while looking over to the side. I followed his gaze and froze, more than 30ft. away was a large white…thing? I didn't know how to describe it, but it made my blood run cold. It was dead, yet it had this kind of effect on people? It must have been an absolute terror when it was alive, but still… But still my brother fought it, to keep us safe. I wanted to smack him and tell him that he was an idiot; but I couldn't do that anymore, not when he was like this. All I can do now is sit here and watch as Prussia has a mental breakdown. I listened to Prussia rant about how America can't die because "it's not awesome to die" among other reasons why America can't die. Then came the reason no one expected, "Damn it America you can't die! I love you; do you hear me? The awesome me is in love with you! You can't die, not now, not ever!" As if those were the magic words to bring him back, we all waited, for what seemed like hours, for him to wake up. When nothing happened, we all gave up hope. Then John asked the brilliant, yet completely ordinary question that should have come up earlier. "Wait, did anyone check his pulse?" Prussia and I started, then looked away sheepishly. John sighed and, brushing away his tears, checked America for any sign of life. After a few anxiety filled minutes; John gasped. We looked at him hopefully, and when we saw the overjoyed expression, we felt the same feeling. But that relief didn't last long, for John's face became serious. "America has a pulse, but it's weak. If we want to save him, then we need to get him medical attention as soon as possible." We nodded, and Prussia proceeded to pick America up bridle-style, ignoring John's soft chiding. On the way back John continued to chide Prussia, and Prussia continued to ignore him. If the present position we were in wasn't so grave, I would have stopped and told the two of them to settle their differences then, but we didn't have the luxury of time. Once we got out of the tunnel, we continued to run, never stopping for anyone or anything. The others looked bewildered, but sprinted after us.
We reached the hotel at about 8am and ran to Prussia's room. Once we got in, Prussia gently put America on his bed and went to get the first aid kit he brought. While Prussia was rifling through his drawers, the other nation got a good look at America. Some of them recoiled, some looked ready to kill, while others had unshed tears pricking their eyes. While everyone was preoccupied with their own emotions, John checked America's pulse again. His eyes widened, and shouted, "Prussia hurry up!" He didn't have to say anything else for us to figure out what was happening, and we all joined Prussia's frantic search. It was Italy who found the first aid kit several minutes later. He silently handed it to John, who kindly asked us to leave so he could concentrate. With the exception of Blaise, we all left without a word. It would be hours before we were let back in to hear the news of my brother's condition. We would just have to wait it out.
* Both his friends means Blaise and America.
Well, there it is. You'll find out what if Al lives or not in the next chapter. Please review! Walve!