Here's the last part of the France and Canada Epilogue! I know, it's really REALLY late, but life happened to me...also, thanks to my awesome Austria roleplay friend for helping me with this when I was suffering writers' block! It REALLY helped! :D

Canada spent many a day wandering the lands of his mother before he met France. He was slightly jealous of his brother, who had a wonderful, caring, loving caretaker, and Canada had no one. He was so lonely, that he abandoned all forms of civilization and chose instead to live among the wild. He became a savage of sorts, and lived among the animals. They somehow became his friends.

Canada abandoned all forms of speech, forcing himself to forget the ways of his mother and the languages that had lived within her quickly. He abandoned all of her civilization, but still took care of her lands, and made sure that they would not die away. He took care of the animals, plants, and kept Europeans out of the area to the best of his abilities. Of course, there was that one European, the one that always came back.

Canada had tried many times to shoo this man away, but he never went away for good. He showed up once every few weeks, and it seemed as if he was looking for Canada, looking forward to see him. And he did, but Canada didn't know this.

France wandered the plains of the New World, searching for a little boy. He had overheard England and America, because he stalks England, that America had a younger brother, who was also, somehow, his twin. France was off to find this little boy. He wanted a sweet little colony just like England, because England could never have anything that France didn't have, unless it was bushy eyebrows and a foul attitude.

France reached the area that he had last met the young nation, and waited, sitting calmly on the ground and stroking the soft grass blades beneath him. He then heard rustling in the bushes, and looked up slowly. He didn't see anything at first, but when he focused carefully, a tiny tip of a foot came into view.

France had never spoken to this child before, he had only observed what he did, and took a few glares from him. He didn't see like the friendliest type, but according to America, he was very kind.

"Come on out, mon petit ami," France said. The foot quickly retreated out of view, but France didn't hear the child move.

France waited patiently, and smiled when the child came into view. He looked the kid up and down, and noticed how dirty he was. He showed a disgusted look on his face, but quickly covered it up. He didn't want to offend the nation when he only just met him.

France decided not to move so as not to startle the kid. He decided instead to quietly ask him of his name.

"What is your name, mon ami?" he asked. The child stared at him, not comprehending.

"Surely you know English, don't you?"

Again, Canada stared at him. He heard the words, and understood them somewhere in his head, but refused to accept them. So he only stared.

France sighed, and slowly stood up. He plastered a smile on his face as he walked towards Canada.

Canada wanted badly to shrink back and run into the woods, but something made him stay. Maybe it was the true need for a companion. Someone to quell his loneliness. So Canada stood his ground.

As France neared closer, he held out his hand, much like England did to America. It was a gesture of friendship, and trust. Canada stared at the hand. Then, he lifted his gaze to meet France's eyes, and saw a gentle happiness residing within them. Canada looked back at the hand, and numbly lifted his own to meet France's. Suddenly, words spilled out of his mouth.

"I've been lonely," he said, surprising himself. He wanted to shut himself up, but still, more words came. "Are you here to take care of me?"

France was taken aback by Canada's words, but he didn't let it show.

"Yes, mon ami. Now, may I know your name? Mine is France, you can call me Big Brother France!" France replied, grinning widely.

Canada allowed a small smile on his face. "I'm Canada...or Matthew, I guess," he said to France.

"Perhaps little Amérique is your brother?" France asked.

Canada nodded. He then suddenly felt exhausted, so he reached his arms up to France. France knew what this gesture meant, so he bent down and picked up Canada.

"Don't worry, mon petit Matthieu," France said, patting Canada's back softly, "You're safe with Big Brother France now."

As Canada fell asleep in France's arms, France made his way back to his country, much like England did with America.

A few years passed, and Canada was taken from France by England. Sure, Canada was happy to see his brother again, but very upset that he was being taken away from his 'father'. France had had a large influence in Canada's life, and Canada loved his father very much, and didn't want to have to leave him. But he ended up having to, much against his will, because of that stupid, selfish, British jerk.

"Now don't worry, I can take much better care of you than that frog," England had told Canada. Even so, tears poured down from Canada's eyes, and he tried to flail away from the Brit.

"Non! Non!" he shouted, trying to reach for France, who was lying on the ground, unconscious. England only hugged him tighter, but in a more possessive than loving manner. Canada ended up crying himself to sleep.

The reunion with his brother had made him happy though.

"Mattie! Mattie!" America had cried out, running to his brother as England set Canada down in the doorway of his house.

"Alfred!" Canada shouted gleefully, running equally as fast and enthusiastically to America, and throwing his arms around his brother tightly when they had reached each other.

England had smiled as he saw the two boys crying tears of joy and hugging each other. He also resented them at the same time, because Canada and America were so close, but England's brothers had hated him with an unhealthy passion. Well, maybe he could raise these two better than his brothers had raised him, and they would become two truly wonderful colonies.

Again, thank you to the wonderful Austria who helped me with this! :D Hmmm...I think I'm going to finish stories before I start posting them, so that this doesn't happen again. Well, thank you to everyone that reviewed, followed, and faved! :D I really appreciate it! :)