Amnesia (Editing Status - 1-3 done)

by Willowstar157

After WW1, Canada finds himself in a situation that nobody else realizes is happening until it's too late. When he wakes up after being stuck in a comatose state for one hundred years with a severe case of amnesia, it's up to America to help northern neighbor both get into the swing of being a Nation of the 21st century, and helping him regain memories of who he formerly was. UsCan

9. Chapter 9

~Canada's PoV~
"I just need an answer... We're a family. True or False?" Al sat down beside me.
"Vrai, mon Maple Leaf." Came the French reply. I sighed, dropping my head.
"Than, I have a request for you guys..." I said softly.
"Anything, Canada." That was England.
"I... I need to see Germany. To talk to him."
"What? Why?" Al blurted. I grinned halfheartedly.
"Because... I just have too."
"No you don't, dude! Not yet!"
"Maple, Al, I won't shut up about it until I do. You do realize that, right?" He didn't reply to that.
"I'll go alone if I have too," I stood up, despite having just sat down, and walked over to the door. "I just figured you guys wouldn't like that very much, eh?" Looking over my shoulder with a small smirk dancing over my lips, I turned and walked out of the room, going back down the hall.
Kumajiro stumbled after me, surprised by my sudden appearance.

~America's PoV~
"Fruk you, Amérique. Zhis is your fault, you know zhat." France growled at me after Mattie had left.
"Yeah, well, u suk, Frenchie." I growled back, returning his sharp glare evenly. England groaned, stepping between us.
"Bloody hell, will you two wankers just shut up?" He cut off our possible argument before it even started, and turned a wary gaze back towards the door. "I'll go book the flight to Germany's place if neither of you are going to do it."
"Nah, dude, I'll get it." With a final glare towards France, I walked out of the room. Heaving a sigh as I turned away from the corner before the others could follow me out, I started running down the hall after my brother just as he was turning a corner.
"Yo, Mattie! Dude! Wait up, bro! You can't just leave the hero behind!"
Though, one thought kept running through my mind as I did.
Mattie, for your own sake, I sure hope you know what you're doing...

A/N: I. Am. Actually. So. Sorry. For. This.
I hit a complete and utter case of writers block for Amnesia, and this morning I realized it's been over a week and the only stuff I've written are other fics that I'm currently putting together. So I needed something to just get this moving along. And, because it was so deathly short, I decided to put in a little joke. (No, those weren't typos. XD I'm not THAT careless.)
This is going to give me nightmares... I can't stress how sorry I am. _
However, I know my accents a little better now, too! So the wait wasn't all for naught!
As always, hope you enjoyed this (very short...) chapter!

483 words.
Gah.
That has to be a world record or something...