Chapter 4

Canada's POV

The tension at my house seemed to be so thick you could cut it with a knife, I couldn't stand it. England had said he would send the troops over, but it seemed like all of a sudden England was a lot more paranoid then before, something changed with him, but whenever I ask him about it he just says he doesn't want to talk about it. I tried to relax on my own and not let the stress get to me, but it was hard with England, France, Poland and Spain sitting in my house while their troops patrolled the border of my place and America's.

So I decided to sneak out for a bit, I told the others I was going to just hang out in my room and get some work done. When I got in my room I opened my window and eased myself out on to the snow covered ground. I knew it was childish and immature, but I just couldn't handle the atmosphere, it was just agonizing, and there was no way England would let me leave what with him being in his over protective mom mood. When I got out I pulled the window down, so that it was open just a tiny bit, enough so that it wasn't noticeable, but I could easily open it when I got back. I quickly rushed over to my car; I knew just who would be able to calm me down.

It was a quick car ride across a bridge to Russia, and from there it was a short drive to Ukraine. Ukraine and I were best friend, we hung out all the time and stuff, and I really liked her, like REALLY liked her, and she made it obvious that she felt the same way about me. I would like to take out relationship further, but it was probably just best to keep it simple what with all the world drama going on these days. I found her doing what she is always doing, working in the fields. I got out of the car (taking a bouquet of roses I bought on the way and walked towards her, sneaking up behind her. She didn't seem to notice me as I came up behind her; she was too concentrated on her work. I quietly tapped her on the shoulder and she screamed frightened. The she turned around, armed with hoe (it's a gardening tool for all you dirty minds), and realized it was only me.

"Oh Matvey, it's just you, you scared the light out of me!" she yelled at me, then she noticed the roses, only this time screamed with joy, dropping her tool she jumped up and wrapped her arms around me. "Oh Matvey, you're so sweet~!"

I hugged her back. "I just thought with all the drama going on, and the endless work you do, you might need a little something to cheer you up," I said hugging her lovingly.

When she finally released me from her suffocating grasp, she hugged the roses in her arms, as she looked back at all the work she still needed to do.

She sighed sad. "I wish you came a little later, so I could to talk to you, but I really need to finishing work, but I suppose I could take a break and just sit and hangout with you."

"Well actually," I said. "I came here to help you work, I know how much you work yourself daily, and well, I thought since I'm not doing too much today, I'd help you."

"Really? Oh, no Matvey, really it's no problem if I do it myself, and I don't want to force you to work," she said looking guilty.

"No, no it's fine, you're not forcing me to do anything, I came here to help, I figured it would get my mind off everything that's happening, plus I would get to hang out with you," I said kissing her hand.

"Oh Matvey, you are such a gentlemen," she giggle. "But if you really want me to put you to work, I guess I could use some help.

"Awesome," I said.

"Alright, there should be the tool you need in there, this one is crap so you should probably get the other one," she pointed to a shed next to her house. "I'm just going to go in the house for a second and put these in water, when I'm back we'll get working." She said carrying her rose as she walked back to her cute little farm house. (Manada moment XD). I walked over to the shed and got a tool that looked similar to the one she was using only sharper. Then walked back to Ukraine's porch, she walked out after a moment carrying a big bag of seeds. "I usually work a couple rows of the soil and then plant the seeds, but since you want to help so badly, I'll let you do the soil grounding." She smiled cutely.

"Alright," I said looking nervously at the miles of field that still hadn't been tended to.

"Hey, it might go by faster if we chat while we work," Ukraine said walk towards where she left off spreading the soil, she began quickly sprinkling seeds. I followed behind her slowly. By the time I got to where she was she was done with all the already spread areas, meaning she was waiting on me. I started working.

"So," she said. "I didn't get a chance to talk to you after the last meeting."

"Yeah, I guess everyone kinda got of there in a rush," I said.

"I'm really worried about you, Matvey," she said, I heard the tears in her words. "I wanted to volunteer my army, but Brother Russia said that wasn't a good idea, I probably shouldn't have listened to him. I know he is your brother, but America is really starting to scare me."

"You don't have anything to worry about me," I told her. "I'll be fine, right now Poland, Spain, France and England are at my place protecting my borders, I should be fine, they are so tense about this that I had to sneak out just to leave my own place, there is no way America will get past them any time soon."

"I don't know," she said looking at the ground, not meeting my eyes. "I just have a really bad feeling." I stopped working for a minute to put my hand on her shoulder; I forced her to look at me.

"Relax," I said trying to comfort her. "I'm here, I'm fine, I'm not going to let America over power me."

She looked up at me and smiled a little. "I just care about you so much; I don't want you to end up like…Lithuania. The way you described him, it scares me," she touched my hand. "He…used to be my friend…and now you say he looks as if he is barely alive…" she trailed of shaking her head. I began working again.

"I know, it's terrible," I said.

"Just promise me you will try your hardest against America, that's all I can ask of you," she begged.

"I promise," I vowed.

We worked as we chatted (about brighter topics) until we finally finished at sunset.

"Thank you so much, Matvey!" she said kissing my cheeks. I stopped stunned. We flirted very often and played around, but we haven't kissed yet. She noticed my hesitation and her smile fell. "What's wrong?"

I couldn't say anything.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said embarrassed. "I forgot cultural differences! I'm sorry it's a custom here; in my country you thank a friend by kissing them three times on the cheeks.

"Oh…," I said. "In my country we just say thanks, but I think I like your country's way better." I felt my cheeks go pink.

"Wow," she said "Our countries really are very different aren't they?" she laughed.

"Yeah, I guess so," I smiled. "Like for one thing there is no way for any field work to get done what with all the snow in my country. You Ukrainians seem to do a lot of field work."

"Well I have to," she said. "I need money so that my people can eat and buy necessary things like clothing and heat for cold nights, I really don't have a lot of money, so I have to always work so I can make some, not to mention I also have to pay off all the debts I owe to my brother."

"Well if you need money so badly, I could give you some," I offered.

"Oh no, I couldn't do that, then I would owe you, I'd never be able to pay you back," she said.

"No, no I have plenty, it would be free of charge," I said.

"No," she said. "I like you too much to take your money," she said.

"You like me?" I asked a devious smile came on my lips.

"Yes, of course I do!" she said confused that I had to ask.

"How much do you like me?" I asked my devious smile growing.

"I like you a lot, ever since America change, you have been my closest friend," she said, blushing a little.

"Do you want to know how you would tell someone you like them a lot in my country?" I asked still smiling.

"Sure," she said. I put my hand on her face directing it towards mine. I made eye contact with her speaking to her only with my eyes. I felt her face blush underneath my fingers, then I closed my eyes as I leaned in and place my lips against hers. I'm not sure what gave me the confidence to finally do it, (maybe it was my French blood) I mean I just got all tongue tied just because she kissed me on the cheek, but somehow I was able to grasp the strength and finally do it. She responded back positively, kissing me back and not pushing me away or slapping, like I'd always considered as a possibility.

Then when the kiss was over, I pulled away and cupped her face with both of my hands and leaned my forehead against her.

For a while we didn't say anything, we just stood there listening to the sound of each other's breath, until she finally broke the silence.

"Wow, I think I like your country's way better," she said quoting me from earlier. We stood there, in each other's arms watching the sun set.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" Ukraine asked after a while.

"Oh gosh," I said thinking of everyone back at my place. "I need to get back, don't get me wrong, I'd love to, but someone probably figured out I'm gone by now.

"Please don't go, I still feel like something bad will happen soon, and I really don't want to lose you, Matvey."

I pecked her on the lips.

"Don't worry so much, look we got like a whole lot of work done today, more than needed, so why don't you just go to bed and take tomorrow off, I don't care if that means I have to come over the next day and work the fields with you all day, you deserve a day off," I said kissing her neck.

"Awww, no I really shouldn't," she said.

"C'mon, do it for me, just sleep in late, go out, have fun, do some shopping, just don't spend the whole day working, you over-work yourself, just relax for a day," I said.

"Fine, I suppose one day wouldn't hurt," she said.

"Great!" I said kissing her. "Now I really have to go, but I'll see you soon, bye!" I kissed her once more before quickly walking to my car.

"Good bye Matvey," Ukraine shouted behind me.

The car ride back was just as easy as the car ride there, and before I knew it I was already home, I quickly parked my car and then climb in the window that was still open, I fell on my floor, not exactly a graceful entrance but at least I made it in, at first I thought it was in the clear, but then I looked up to see England sitting on my bed staring at me angrily, both his legs and his arms crossed.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"C'mon England, I know you raised me and everything but don't you think I'm too old for you to be keeping tabs on me?" I said foolishly.

"Excuse me? You came to me asking for help, I'm here defending you from America putting my men's lives at risk, and what do I find, your sneaking out?" he asked totally pissed off. "What if America found you while you snuck out, huh? Then where would you be?"

"He wouldn't know where I am, went to Ukraine's house," I said.

"Right," he said. "You're always talking and flirting with Ukraine, I'm sure either America or Lithuania noticed, all they would have to do is put two and two together, or what if they followed you there, and they know you and Ukraine are hanging out? Then what would happen when they go and attack her to get you to join? Do you want that to happen?"

"No!" I shouted too quickly. England seemed to smile at that, but stuck to his all business mood,

"I guess you're lucky nothing happened, and I hope that whatever you did was worth it, because you're on house arrest now," he said.

"Oh it was worth it," I said back thinking about just how great the day was.

England got up to leave when we heard someone knock on the door, they didn't wait for a response and just opened it, it was Spain.

"England, Canada, the soldiers say they seen America's army at the border, they think an attack is about to start," Spain shouted. England and I bolted out of the room and in to the main room where everyone else was. I should see the dazed looks in their eyes, their people were dying. Britain gripped his head in pain; he was getting hit the hardest.

"Yo, I'm not just gonna like stand her while like my badass soldiers get murdered, we need to like go out there and fight with them," Poland said, everyone seemed suited for battle, except for well England and I. England noticed this too.

"We don't have time to change," he said. He grabbed a riffle and threw me another one.

"Uhh," I said holding the gun; I wasn't really a gun person. England saw how I looked at it.

"It's either you arm yourself of you just let him attack you, you decided."We rushed outside; I brought the gun with me. I noticed while we marched towards the area that American troops everyone seemed to feeling the head pains, they're people getting killed, and they were feeling it hard, it was odd though, in all attacks I've never seen the pains get this bad, they must be getting brutally attacked, yet I felt nothing. We were about halfway to the border when we saw a figure walking towards us in the dark, it was one person and we walked slowly confidently, it took me a while before I actually realized who it was. How could I not recognized, we practically had the same face, it was America.

He looked up and smiled at us, a bitter smile that seemed like acid compared to the confident friendly smile he used to give me.

"Oh, look," he said. "You're all here." He chuckled. Everyone aimed their guns at him, even France and England did so after a few seconds of reluctance.

America just laughed. "I don't think you want to do that," he warned a smile on his face.

"You're out numbered America! Just give up!" England said his voice not displaying any emotion; he talked in an all business matter, the same way he spoke during meeting.

America just laughed. "Am I really?" he asked. I stared at him confused, there was only him, while there was four of us, then I heard the sound of snow crushing underneath boots, I couldn't see anything but I just let myself react, I turned, pointed my gun and shot, Poland seemed to do the same, only shoot in the other direction, whoever it was, they were surrounding us and that wasn't good, I continues shooting, and I could hear my bullets hitting something but the walking continued. Then they stepped in to the moonlight, it was the Southern American countries, I continued to shoot, I didn't want to kill anyone, so I aimed for the legs and shoulders, I am not be a gun type of guy, but that didn't mean I didn't know how to defend myself, I hit my targets exactly.

I realized who I was shooting at, Cuba, Chile, and Argentina. I continued shooting not letting emotion get the best of me, but I saw as my bullets hit them, it went in to their skin, but no blood seemed to come out, and after a few seconds the wound the bullet, seemed to dissolve the bullet falling to the ground. It was nothing I have ever seen, they continued to walk towards us, emotionlessly, and they all seemed in sync with some sort of rhythm.

"What the fuck?" I shouted.

America laughed again, a mock of the happy, hero laugh he used to do.

"I wouldn't waste your time," he said, he knew he was going to win. The rest of the countries filled in behind us. I watched as the emotions seem to flash across Spain and France's faces as countries like Mexico, Puerto Rico and Haiti grabbed them, forced their weapons out of their hands, threw it to the ground and captured them. I saw as England and Poland were captured by Bolivia, Barbados, Jamaica and Brazil. Lithuania came up behind Poland holding him stead as he fought to escape. No one came and captured me, but the rest of the countries seemed to form a ring around me giving me some space, but not enough to escape.

"Lith, broski, it's me Poland, don't do this to me," Poland asked. Lithuania did nothing. "C'mon dude, we are bros, don't do this, you know how like bad America is don't listen to him."

"He is my master," Lithuania said. "I shall do everything he asks." Poland gasped, and just glared at America.

"What did you do to them?" Spain demanded.

America smiled stepping towards him. "Hmmm, would you like a demonstration?" he asked. He didn't wait for an answer, Spain, Poland and France fought to escape, but it was no use, the nations around them, were not normal nations, they changed, they were strong as well as invincible.

America walked towards Poland and removed a sword from the hilt on his back. The blade looked simple to me, the blade was completely silver, as was the handle, but the others seemed to gasp in amazement. Their eyes widened as they stared at the blade, as if they were staring at true beauty. He swiftly thrusted it forward with a lot of power and speed, he stabbed Poland in the stomach with the sword, Poland gasp and fell to the floor as Lithuania and the other dropped him letting him fall on to the white snow, painting it scarlet.

"Why, broski," he said using his final breaths

I saw as a bright green ball of what seemed to be fire seemed to float out of him, everyone even me gasped. America cupped it in his hand and stared at it with that Hollywood villain smile, before it finally seemed to absorb itself in to his skin. I was shocked and amazed by what I saw was that Poland's soul? Did he actually just take Poland's soul, after killing him? That was impossible, there is no way he could have killed Poland that quickly? It took a lot to kill a country! There is no way Poland could be dead! I watched for a few minutes as Poland's body seemed to lie there, blood leaking out; creating steam in the cold air, his blood was still warm. Then after I finally came to terms that America had not only killed him but also took his soul, I saw the impossible again as Poland's body seemed to move, everyone was silent except for Spain who was both screaming and shouting "El Diablo!". Then Poland, looking just as dead, and emotionless as the other taken nations around him, dropped to his knees.

"My master," he said to America. "I shall forever be your eternal spirit." England stared at America both shocked and understandingly. America the quickly turned holding the sword and made a quick swipe, at first I thought he hadn't hit anything, but then I heard as Spain was silenced by blood seeping from the middle of his neck. I heard a few gurgling sounds as Spain fell to the floor, the nations holding him dropping him. I looked away, I had already seen too much, I knew anymore could make me finally vomit, my stomach churned, as I knew it was already close to going there.

"God he was getting annoying," America said a smile on his lips. "Now..., time for business. I sent a few of my servants over to you, Matthew, asking you a very important question, but they seemed to come back without an answer. Now I was going to visit my dear friends Britain and ask if maybe he could help me convince you to join," he said as he walked over and touched England's hair with his free hand. "But when I finally found him, he ran away from me. Now I came here to ask you myself if you would join me, and I find you got a whole bunch of countries to protect you. Do I scare you that much, brother?" he said laughing evilly.

"No," I said. "What scares me is how much you've changed, and my answer is no by the way, there is no way that I will join some sort of evil empire, that goes around killing old friends and forcing them to be your slaves."

"I don't force the," he said still smiling, "they want to be my slaves,"

"Well my answer is still no, you've become a monster! I will not team up with some savage."

"Well then," he said. "I was hoping you would say that." He snapped his fingers, and the countries holding England and France stepped forward. "Which one should I kill first, good old England, or dear papa France?"

"What ?" I asked fearing for the lives of the two men that were the closest things to parents I would ever get.

"Hmm, maybe France, I mean I never really liked French, also his people seem to be quite rude to my tourists, consider put the point of his sword to France's neck. He then quickly moved it to England's. "Or England, I mean he could be a good ally to me, plus he's kind of a bummer, I bet he would be more interesting as an emotionless pawn who will do whatever I say, oooooo that would be fun."

"No! Don't hurt them," I shouted.

He smiled at me. "Well I don't know I'm kind of interested in what I can make them do, it seems entertaining. "

"No, no don't!" I shouted. He mustn't hurt them, anyone but them; I didn't want to get left all alone again!

"I don't know bro," America said.

"If you let them go, I will join your empire!" I shouted tear coming to my eyes, I tried to push them away.

"Really, will you now?" he asked.

"No don't do it Canada!" France shouted.

"No, don't, Canada!" England screamed. "Don't do it!" The countries around them picked up their guns and hit them in the back of the head with them, knocking them unconscious.

"Yes," I answered closing my eyes; I knew I was making a huge mistake. I heard as England and France's bodies fell to the ground.

"Great!" America said putting his arm around me. I opened my eyes as he started to lead me away. "Welcome to the American empire."

"Master," the zombie-like nations said kneeling to me. I saw Spain and Poland, their wounds and blood were now gone, barely leaving scares, yet they still looked dead.

What had I gotten myself in to?

Ok so I lied, I wanted to take some time off of this story and focus on my others but I couldn't get this chapter idea out of my head, so well I wrote it, and I'm sure it won't be too long till I write the next one XD. So I hope you're enjoying the story far because I know I sure am having fun writing it. Also I'd like to believe that Canada could drive to Ukraine, I mean he is a country XD.

And please forgive my stupidity of farming tools, I know nothing about them XD.