Kage: Does anyone who reads this series enjoy Franada/FraCan? Or is it just me…?

Also can anonymous reader's place a little name with their review so I can call them that instead of "Guest" it makes me feel less rude and it helps so I know if there is more then one "Guest" reading and reviewing.

I need to do at least one Franada just to get it off my list of Nations to pair with Mattie, which will probably gain the dislike of a few of my reader's whom don't enjoy Franada… -shrugs-

Thank you, Ayumi Kudou (To Ayumi Kudou & Lilly (If I may call you that Liechtenstein.): Romano and Taiwan sound rather cute. - has to add it into a one-shot- Sometimes I think of Spain and Romano as more brotherly, sort of like Prussia and Germany. XD Spain and the Netherlands? I thought they hated each other. Did you know that if history were like Hetalia Spain and Austria would have once been married? I believe at one point someone of importance in both their countries had gotten married. But Spain and the Netherlands I wish them luck. ^^ To Hungary: …Can you send me the pictures…? To Ayumi Kudou & Lilly: France is rather…passionate isn't he? (France: Ohonhonhon~ Oui.) -pushes France away- HetHazard, RomaHeta and Tales of Hetalia? What is that? And I didn't really understand what Hungary said. ^^U -is ignorant-), BlueRavenQuill (Thank you! ^^), Guest(Chap33) (-sniffle- I'm sorry. ;n; I'll make another ScotCan and it'll be a lot better.) Guest(Chap34) (I'm happy you thought that was funny. You dislike Franada? -Enjoys anyone with Canada-), moonlightgaia123 (XD Yeah it's the apocalypse!), thatgirlwiththeglasses (I'm happy you enjoyed it~ and it had been some time since I wrote Possessive!America hasn't it? XD), littleshadows (Yay new reader~! I'm glad you enjoy them! Oh! New request! -Listens to requested song as she adds request to list- It's a cute song! -can already imagine it for both but more for one of the pairings- Also I'm sorry that its going to be a long wait -tries to update at least once a day but is sometimes able to update twice a day-), BlackRoseGirl (I'm glad you liked it~! And Ikr? I don't add enough on Hong Kong and New Zealand's relations to Canada. - Had to do something for New Zealand -) Anonymous Void (Oh! You had forgotten, Well I'm happy you enjoyed it. I suppose your right about the Hungary thing… -gets some thoughts involving Greece, Canada, and Hungary involving the help of Japan…- I've gotten an idea… :D)

Enjoy. (ºヮº)৩

Everybody's Fool(Evanescence): Possessive!AmeCan

Warning: Canada's P.O.V and thoughts on America. Possessive!America.

Watching America you would think that he were perfect. Golden blonde hair - a little bit of a bronze really - with that little flip at the top of his head. Sun kissed tan skin - something that made some of the other nations drool and lust for. Wondrous Safire blue eyes - how they always shinned and sparkled with emotion and how they highlighted his smile. His lips were thin and a sort of pinkish beige color, what most didn't know about was that he actually wore lip balm so they wouldn't crack or he mentioned something like that. His body was exquisite even though he would eat five hundred McDonald's burgers in under two hours.

And I suppose you could say he was mine.

But I was his as well.

Or at least I would think so.

America was a people pleaser, he would do all he can to make sure everyone - or almost everyone - liked him.

Sometimes it worked.

Sometimes it doesn't.

He - in no other terms - was everyone's fool.

It was as though he gave himself to everyone, because a little of everyone - or most at least -lived in him.

What I mean by that was that at least most of the other nations (and I mean a little group of people from each nation) people lived in America - the land of the free - and became American's (Well they still had their own heritage of course).

Did you know that America's population is ten times (give or take) larger than my own?

But sometimes I wonder exactly how or why so many different people come to America, when you think about it, it wasn't so free.

But I'm sure you know that.

I'm not trying to badmouth America - truly I'm not - I just can't help but place my own opinion into this, even though it's kind of rude.

Indulgence, they say, is absolutely not needed especially if it's for yourself.

Though that doesn't stop America from getting what he wants.

I would blame England but my forgiving and guilty nature doesn't allow it.

"Hey Mattie!" I look up at America - even though I'm taller I hunch over making myself seem shorter than the American.

"Yeah Al?" I ask my arms heavy with Kumajirou slumbering in them.

"Wouldn't the world be better if everyone were American?" I hide my rolling eyes.

"It seems interesting." I said making him brighten up.

America practically floats away and I'm left behind to face every nation's - the one's whom over heard our conversation - wrath.

Sometimes I want to yell at America ask him if he even see's me sometimes, ask if he has no shame for what he makes me go through.

But I never mention it, even when America drags me by my bruised wrist to the nearest McDonalds I still hold my tongue and ignore the pain.

Sometimes I want to laugh when I see the smaller nations and micro-nations gaze up at my brother in wonder. Because it's so funny.

It's so funny because I know he's pretending.

And everyday he seems to betray me with every nation who comes after me wanting to cause me pain.

But then I realized Alfred wore a mask.

I first found out about it during eighteen-twelve through eighteen-fourteen.

He had set fire to York and I was hiding in an alley writhing in pain. I could remember his voice sickly sweet as he called my name. I had held my arms open - because this was my brother he wouldn't hurt me,

Would he?

It was fast.

In one instant I was pressed into the wall sitting upon America's lap my arms still open while America's hands mapped over my body. I could do nothing to stop him since the fire left me a twitching mess. He whispered his desire for me, his love, his once brilliant Safire eyes darkened and dulled to a blackening grayish blue. My own eyes widened in terror as I tried to force my twitching limbs to move but it was for not.

I had lost my innocence against an alley wall, smoke filling my lungs, pain vibrating in my lower regions and around the flesh over my heart. All the while America sprouted words like "Mine, always, love you, forever, kill, anyone, tare, and apart."

You must think me insane for being with him; however in my defense I believed that he was different.

More sane, less possessive.

But as I now lay in bed bare of my clothing, body sated, and America peppering kisses along the back of my neck muttering "Mine." all the while,

I know he isn't sane.

I know he's still possessive.

And this may be insane of me,

But,

I love every second of it.

America may be everybody's fool,

But I am America's fool.

And he knows it.

Kage: I'm sorry it isn't that long.

But I hope you enjoyed it.

Review if you believe I deserve one and polite criticism is appreciated.

If you have any requests please name the pairing, song, artist(person who sings it), and any other details you think are appropriate. No need to ask if I would mind and even if you already have a request, I would be more then happy to take your requests. ^^

Thank you for reading. ల(ಠ- ಠ)