Chapter 23

Canada's POV

The sun was high in the sky as I sat in a field, the grass was high and the sun was warm on my cheeks, I ran my fingers through Kuma's fur as he lay in my lap. I look around at the flowers, just feeling peaceful. I heard rustling in the grass around me but I paid it no mind, it was probably just the wind again, or maybe one of the bunnies or other little animals I liked to watch scurry through the fields. I was surprised to hear a soft voice coming from behind me.

"Who are you?" he asked, I turned to look at him. He was a young boy around my age, with hair the color of wheat and eyes the color of the summer sky. I noticed he wore the colonial clothes that all the adults I saw wore. I was a little confused at first, none of the adults really noticed me…was he really talking to me? I look around, no one else was here…could he really see me? "You do have a name don't you," he asked me.

"C-Canada," I said surprised. I looked down at my plain white gown compared to what he was wearing; I must look like some sort of freak. He looked down and noticed it too.

"You must be cold," he said. "C'mon, I have a few clothes you can borrow."

I stared as he moved and my blade cut into his side. A lethal hit, he moved to hit me again but his injury burned he couldn't move without feeling it, the pain was as clear on his face as the anger. He used everything he had to keep attacking but I saw the wound ripping as he kept moving, blood spurting out quickly. I knew I could not kill him with a blade but I sure as hell could injure him, I attacked him again aiming for his hand with the sword, I saw blood drip out from the scar and I could see the white of his bones, I saw as his pinky finger was cut in half and fell to the ground.

"You can't do this!" he screamed. "You can't beat me! This isn't over! I won't let you win!"He kept moving. He kept fighting making his wounds worse. He hit me with his sword and slashed across my chest. I let out a scream of pain, I moved to hit him but he stabbed my arm the blade going deep, blood dripped down my arm. I hit him and his leg, slowing him down making him an easier target to hit. He let out a loud growl and tried to do the same but I moved back. He continued to attack with his sword. He attacked me with all his remaining might. "No! I won't let this end, I won't let this be over," he stabbed me again, getting in my chest, just barely avoiding my stomach. I felt the power of light gathering in me and I could hear all the voices of the souls inside him calling to me. They wanted to be free. They called to me, they had been put through hell left in a black prison, a place of nothing, they had all been left there, trapped there, they couldn't move they couldn't leave. I looked in to his eyes and I saw them, they looked like ghost of the people they used to be, different from the way the servants looked, like actual ghost, I saw them crying for help they looked sick as America drank away their power. I had to rescue them! I had to save them. His blue eyes never looked so black.

We continued to fight both of us using all the last of our power; we were actually glowing with it all. We both attacked and our swords clashed, a bright light filled the space.

"You look just like me," he said while he led me back to his house. "Why do you think that is?" he asked. He looked back at me with a bright, curious smile.

I blinked and looked back at him. He seemed so happy and bright, why was that? "I'm not sure," I said softly answering both of our questions.

He smiled at me brightly his eyes shining brightly. "Do you think that means we are brothers?" he asked me.

"Maybe," I replied. He led me to a big house. I could hear shouting from inside and then a man with green eyes and really fuzzy eyebrows stormed out.

"That's one of my dads," he said. "They fight a lot," he said. "Don't worry now that you are here we will always be together~!"

I saw his sword slam against mine, and then I saw as shards of the blade went flying everywhere, breaking into a million pieces. He let out a terrified gasp as the pieces fell to the ground; the whole world seemed to just go silent as the shards hit the ground and then turned to ashes which were swept away by the salty winds by the fell to his knees and tried to grab some of it, any sort of piece of it, but he couldn't grab it, it was gone, all of it was gone.

"No, no, no, this can't be happening, no, it can't be gone, I can't lose it; I need it! No, no, dammit, no, I can't lose it now! I need it no, it can't be gone, it just can't!" He screamed. I step forward and he looked up and me, he was sitting close to the edge of the cliff, and I was blocking his only exit, he had nowhere to escape. He looked up at me and laughed a little, it was dark laughter. "I…am a mess, aren't I…some hero right….?" He said. I looked into his eyes and the power of the souls were gone, the darkness was fading, and I saw as the monster disappeared with the ashes of the swords, and my brother began to reappear after what seemed like centuries of him being missing. It was really him, he was really there.

"Papa," America called as he led me into the house. We walked through the house and went to a tall man with blond hair and deep blue eyes, I also saw a bit of a blond beard on his chin. I think I remembered seeing this man before, he always seemed so happy and flamboyant. He made me smile. I never got a chance to talk to him whenever I saw him, like most days I just hugged Kuma and let them pass, praying someone would notice me, but it wasn't until today that anyone really saw me. "Papa this is my friend I just found. He is my new brother." The man had a stressed out look on his face but he turned to me and America and he put on a smile, a father would to keep his children from worrying.

"Who is this," he asked looking at me.

"This is my brother," America answered. The man examined me closer and he smiled. "Well, he certainly looks a lot like you, you two could be twins, I'd be surprised if you weren't," The man said, the more the man spoke the more I began to realize that he had a really nice thick accent, it made me smile, it was like nothing I had ever heard, it was kind of pretty.

"Bonjour," he said to me with a smile.

"B-bonjour," I responded not exactly sure what that meant, but still, it seemed like the right thing to say back, I figured I was right when he smiled back at me and chuckled.

"Looks like he has an interest in French," he said smiling.

"So can he stay as my brother?" America asked excited.

The man thought about it for a minute and then smiled "Of course," he said.

America turned to me and smiled. "Yay, now you are my brother, and you can come stay with me!" He cheered. "You'll always be my brother, forever."

"I guess this means this game over…you've won…it's probably better that way…I mean I really turned into some douche…I can't even believe it was me that did all of this…it was me. I'm…suppose to be the hero…that's what I've wanted to be since I was a child, but…I let myself get pulled into that stupid evil sword…and now…it's you who is the hero….you deserve it…. I just deserve to…to die I guess." He said with another dark chuckle.

"Brother…it doesn't have to be this way…you are better now, we can help you…you don't have to die," I said kneeling next to him. "You're my brother…I will do anything I can to make sure this never happens to you again…we can help you…I won't kill you," I told him. I couldn't kill, I kept trying to convince myself that I could before, but now…to look in his eyes and see the little boy who I grew up with, it just all seemed impossible.

"I don't want to get better," he said and I looked at him surprised. He sighed. "Listen as much as I try, as much as anyone tries to change me and prevent all of this from happening again, it won't change the past, I'll have to live with the rest of my life knowing that I just did the this huge terrible thing, and that every time anyone looks at me that is what they are going to think of, how I murder half the world. Sure we can bring them back with your magic sword, but still, I killed them like nothing. I hurt my friends, hell I killed some of my friends! I…I killed Prussia….he's dead, Mattie, dead, dead, I can't live with that on my conscious I can't live no I caused so much hurt and suffering Mattie, I can't live with my soul tainted with all this…horrible guilt. I can't live like this Mattie, I just can't," he said and I saw tears begin to fill his eyes. "You have always been a great brother to Mattie…I just…I just can live like this, none of this is your fault, all of this…all of this is on me. You did the right thing. You are the true hero…and it is time that all of this ended," he said, I saw his hand reach into the inside of his jacket, he pulled out a gun, sometime in my mind told me it was the same gun that killed Prussia. He lifted it and then pressed it to the side of his head.

"No!" I shouted as I reached towards the gun to pull it away, he held me back with his other arm. "No, no you can't do that, you can't no, you are my brother I won't let you, no, I can help you, we can help you we can get through this, don't!"

He smiled a tragic smile. "I'm sorry Mattie, I love you, I always have, you have been an amazing brother and I can't thank you enough, but, I can't…I can't live like this, I'm not strongly like you…I'm sorry. Please don't blame yourself, this is me, this has always been me, and if there is one more person that I need to kill, it has to be myself."

"No, no please" I said jumping forward.

"Goodbye," he whispered.

I watched as his finger finally pulled the trigger but it seemed like it took years for the bang to finally happen. I felt my heart racing in my chest I jumped forward trying to stop him. It seemed like years before the bang actually erupted.

One Mississippi

"Now that you are here we will always be together."

Two Mississippi

"You will always be my brother, forever."

Three Mississippi

"I love you Brother, I always have and always will."

Bang.

It was finally over.

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