Disclaimer: I want to own Hetalia, sadly i dont.

Canada was sleeping in a maple tree a few miles ahead of America. He was dreaming about the time when Prussia had made him German chocolate pancakes for his birthday.

"Birdie, Happy Birthday!"

Canada sputter awake. His shocked face was met by Prussia's highly amused one, only a few inches away from him. His laugh was pleasant and it felt like it rang through the mountain valley, causing birds to take off from their branches and fill the sky with thier wings. It was beautiful, just like Prussia.

They had been together for two months now and those months had been the best of his life. Once unnoticed, Canada absorbed the attention Prussia gave himanced each other out, Prussia was violent, loud and immature. Canada was quite, shy, and peaceful. They were one true pair, as France called it.

Prussia fell on top of Canada who was still in bed, and they kissed for a bit. Prussia then lept up. "Come on! Let's go to the kitchen, I have something awesome like you for you!"

"I'd love to, but Prussia, I'm just in my underwear. You kinda woke me up."

"Well don't take unawesomely long, I really want you to see this." Prussia rushed out of the room and Canada listened to his footsteps rush down the stairs before getting out from under the sheets and walking to the closet. He put on a red sweatshirt and beige loose pants. Canada walked down the stairs into the kitchen.

There he found his awesome boyfriend piling deep brown pancakes onto two plates.

"Prussia! You did this for me? Thank you!"Prussia whirled around to see his awesome Canadian smiling at his handiwork.

"German Chocolate Pancakes! Totally awesome! I made them myself!" They ate what Canada has thought to be the best thing he had ever tasted. After eating, they had taken a walk through the woods until Prussia pulled Canada to the ground and they made out in a pile of maple leaves.

Now Prussia was gone and Canada thought he would never be able to eat German chocolate pancakes again. He started to cry and woke up. This only made his crying louder. He fell from the tree but didn't stop. He was cut and bruised and longed for his one true half. Canada wanted maple syrup, Kumajiro, and Prussia. But he had left all if them back at the city.

He thought about Prussia's locket. Canada pulled it from around his neck. It was shaped like a star. Pulling a tiny latch on the side, the locket flipped open. Inside was a picture of him and Prussia kissing. Where did Prussia get this picture. Oh, god dammit France! Canada enjoyed the picture anyway. He started cry again. This picture was the only one Canada had of Prussia. Maybe I could ask Spain, Germany, or France if they have any more later. Canada walked alone in the forrest.

He hadn't even known that there was this much forrest in New York anyway. All he had seen of it was busy cities and airports. If he wasn't so upset over the death of Prussia, he might of enjoyed the quite woods. Canada had sank down on a rock to weep. He had to control himself but he couldn't. He just wept in wept. I will cry long now and mabye later I won't have enough to tears to cry again. So that's what he did. America came across his brother crying on the rock. He was pleased to have finally found him, but felt bad for his twin. How could he still be crying, it's been 4 days! Their relationship must have been a lot deeper than good friends if he is still crying over that stupid German.

"Canada! Man, I've been looking for you, I was worried." Canada glared at his brother.

"America. Go away. I didn't ask for you to follow me. Just like I didn't ask for you to kill my, my... boyfriend!"

America was shocked. Canada had been dating Prussia? He had just killed his older brother's boyfriend? Now he understood. Now he was mad. It was Russia who had caught Prussia. He had just handed the country to America not wanting to deal with Germany. America wouldn't have though about killing the nation if it weren't for England, he had talked of his hate for Prussia. America had just wanted to make England happy. China had cleared his head at the meeting. It was China who had wanted to get the meeting over with. America delt the blame on all but himself, but Canada wouldn't care. It was his own fit of frustration that had attacked Canada and forced him to sign the damned form. Canada would never forgive him.

America, for once, was the one to weep. He fell to the ground and shook with sadness. Then, without looking back at Canada, America ran away crying in shame. He couldn't believe at what he had done. He didn't care about what Canada was thinking, he had been a complete ass, worst than even France. He had killed his brother's boyfriend and had forced Canada to help.

America could just imagine how upset he would be if Canada killed England. He would probably hit the other countries with his baseball bat and bomb a bunch of others. America couldn't believe how calmly Canada was taking this. Even if he had killed more than a hundred trees, cried uncontrollably, and had hid in a forrest for four he hadn't taken it out on things that would care. Just trees. And me.

America ran and ran till he arrived back at his own apartment. He pulled open the door and met a very unhappy England.

"Where the bloody hell have you been America! You said you were going out for a snack! But here you are now a day later! I thought something terrible had happened!"

"Something terrible did happen. And it's my fault. Oh Iggy, I've killed Canada's boyfriend!"

"America." His boyfriend layed a hand on his shoulder "This isn't all your fault. We all helped capture Prussia. We all signed the contract. This is as much as your fault is it is mine."

"But we did it and he's not coming back and neither is any trust or kindness from Canada. He might have lost his boyfriend but I'm pretty sure I just lost my only brother."

England kinda slumped inside. He still remembered when America had left him. It hurt a lot. He could only imagine the pain his beautiful American was feeling. England pulled America down onto the couch and held him as tears flowed from America's blue eyes. Tears brimmed at the emarald eyes of England too. Crying over the loss of Canada, they lay on the sofa for a long time.

author's note: guys i work on this story on my spare time between school and swim practice. please dont beg for chapters, if anyone even reads this. Comments and likes please will encourage me to write more. I write this story to test if im actually a good writer so i need your comments and reviews.