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"Canada who?"

America sighed, looking slightly annoyed. "You know! Mattie? My brother? Real shy, likes pancakes and syrup?"

England frowned at me, big bushy eyebrows furrowed on his forehead. "Well, if he's anything like you—"

"He's not anything like me, Iggy! He's the voice of reason. Don't you remember? He was your colony for a while." America ground out, looking suitably annoyed with the fact that England just couldn't remember who I was. He was right to be annoyed.

England glanced over at me unsurely, while I stared at him with chilling purple eyes. "Well, ah, I suppose…nice to meet you?" He held out his hand to me, looking mildly confused, as though he couldn't quite believe he'd ever met me before.

I slapped his hand away. "My name is Canada, and I am your former colony. I'm much more polite than my brother, and smarter, and have fewer enemies than him. I politely asked for my freedom, which you gave to me, and my birthday is on July 1st. You are England, and you are a former empire. You're polite, smart, but have a stick up your ass. You have many enemies, and you hate France." England stared at me with a shocked face, and I knew my own face had contorted into an evil glare. Even America, idiotic brute that he was, was slowly inching away from me. "My brother is an idiot, and not very bright, but at least he remembers my name. Something you lack. C'mon, America." I summoned my brother with a wave of my hand, and he followed me obediently. "Some things are going to start changing around here. First thing I need to do is make a name for myself. What do you say, brother? Canadian Empire sounds rather dashing, now doesn't it?"

Well, I didn't go and try to take over the world. No, I only took one nation and one nation alone; a nation by the name of England. His attempts to stop me were cute, and mildly amusing. Every attempt though, was just a little bit more desperate each time. I even believed if I drew it out long enough, he would eventually pull out the atomic bombs—or something equally as devastating. So, I finished it.

And England was mine.

"Canada, this is wrong."

Ah, yes…America.

"I know you hate England for forgetting you, but you need to stop."

He was useful, I suppose. But he had a voice, and a brain that wasn't all that stupid. It was troublesome most of the time, but sometimes it just happened to come in handy.

"This isn't you…brother. What happened? What happened to the voice of reason?"

This was one of those moments where his brain was not coming in handy.

"If you continue, I'll have no choice but to use force. I don't want to hurt you. And neither do the rest of the allies. Stop this madness Canada…Mattie…my brother. Before it's too late."

I strode up to America, getting so close that if we were any close we'd be kissing. "America, I love you and I will not hurt you. However I will not hesitate to destroy the rest of your precious allies."

America backed away slowly, carefully, looking at me with regretful, sorrowful eyes. I stared back with equally cold eyes. "America, you are the only one who is allowed to destroy me, but don't expect me to go down without a fight. My name will go down in history!"

I knelt on the floor next to his broken body, watching him slowly breath…in, out, in, out…And his breath was hitching, and I watched the tears fall from my former brother's eyes. Smirking, I grabbed England's chin. His green eyes looked up at me, dazed and numb, as though he couldn't quite see me. Then his eyes widened when he realized just who he was looking at.

I smirked at him as he scrambled away, chains slightly hindering his movements. Such a pitiful sight… "How the mighty have fallen." I gloated, watching his face. Fear. Never had the emotion looked so sweet.

"You'll be defeated! Such a monster couldn't live!" England howled as loud as he could (not very loud—his vocal cords were slightly mussed from so much screaming), and caught me by surprise in a punch to the face. As I vaulted up, I rubbed my cheek. So the title 'former pirate' wasn't just for show, then.

I think he was even more surprised than I was to have punched me.

Moving so fast I knew he wouldn't have been able to track me, I landed a knee into his stomach, before twisting and kicking him in the side. He rolled several times, and coughed slightly. As he got slowly up to his hands his knees, he looked up, and nearly screamed when he saw my face inches from his. I roughly grabbed his chin before he could turn away.

"What. Is. My. Name?"

England looked down. "Canada…"

"Why…?"

America was crying, eyes shut, and yet I knew if I moved the gun in his hand would shoot me.

"Why did you do it, Canada?"

Betrayal.

"You're my brother, Canada…so sweet and kind…when did you become a monster?"

Sting.

Regret.

"Wasn't I enough? Did you really need everyone else's approval?"

Shock. Denial.

"At least you weren't alone, Canada."

That's right—he was hated by the other nations. If I was gone, who was there left for him?

"Good-bye, brother."

Death.

Woah…some pretty dark stuff going on in here. This is another request cross-over-lover232. I hope this is good enough, though I made Canada pretty evil. Heh. Evil Canada amuses me greatly. Too bad for England.

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