Chapter 11
"What!" America shouted. "You're not serious, are you?"
"I'm positive. Although I do wonder how in the world you forget about stuff like that," England commented as two of the trio sat down, America now in his uniform and bomber jacket.
"Well I was a little busy…" America trailed off as he rubbed the back of his neck. His hand felt a little weird. Kind of like there wasn't a glove on it. But that was impossible; he always kept his gloves on in front of company. America glanced down at his other hand, which was under the table, for a second. It was bare. A couple of profane words entered his mind at this realization, but America kept silent and waited for them to comment first.
"So… what was your dream about, eh?" Canada asked as he joined them at the small table.
"Huh?" America replied, caught off guard. "Why do you want to know?"
"Sometimes dreams sort of telling you how you feel about something," Canada answered. America played with his pancakes.
"Oh. It was nothing important," America answered. He didn't look up. If he looked them in the eye, they would know that he was lying. But why did he always have that nightmare! Although America got off lucky with Canada and England waking him up. If they hadn't… America wanted to shudder at the memory imprinted in his mind, from seeing what came next so many times.
"It was important enough to wake me the bloody hell up. I want to hear about it," England said, not sensing the mood. "And it's either you tell us about that, or you tell us about what you've been doing recently."
"It was just a bad memory," America told him. He wasn't lying; the beginning always started out with that memory. All he was doing was not telling the full truth; that wasn't lying! Of course, what happened after the memory was the part that always got to him the most.
"What happened after the memory, eh?" Canada inquired, genuinely curious. America wondered how Canada always seemed to know when America was lying. Maybe it had something to do with being twins.
"It's stupid," America muttered. He didn't want them to laugh at him, not again!
"Please?" Canada asked. Oh god. America knew that he had that look on. Maybe he shouldn't have taught him how to do that… look. America sighed, knowing he wasn't getting out of this topic. But how to explain it?
"Well… there was a room… and…umm…" America trailed off, struggling to find the right words to describe what had happened.
"And?" England interrogated. He was all set to hear about the thing that had woke him up.
"And… all of you guys were there… and… and…" America felt the tears rising as he explained. He choked the next words out. "You guys were all… all laughing and… and you… you were all teasing and I can freaking feel where you all were..." the tears started falling as America muttered out the end of the sentence. "And I-I kept on asking you t-to st-top, but you wouldn't. A-and you all just left, you know? J-just left." America pulled his knees up to his chest and hugged them as tight as he possibly could. England and Canada were left in shock. They stared at the crying form in front of them. The only thing that the form was thinking was that they know. They wanted to know and they learned.
"I'm… I'm sorry. I didn't know…" Canada quietly apologized. He hated it when his brother cried, and felt especially bad when he was the cause.
"Ah, damn it. It's time to go. Come on, if were gonna be on time, we best be off," England said. Although actually he wouldn't have minded staying here. He walked outside to start the car as America stood up and wiped away the tears stinging his eyes. As the North American twins walked out to join the elder nation, neither realized the pair of black gloves sitting on the counter, forgotten by their owner, America.
Oh my gosh, finally done with the chapter! Huzzah! This one took forever. I don't have much to say, actually. Marzy, I don't have a schedule. Um... See you all soon!