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"Brother…"
"Yeah?"
"We're martyrs…aren't we." It wasn't a question.
Blue met violet. "Yeah…yeah we are."
It was a normal day in the World Meeting.
France was groping people, England was yelling at France groping people, China was telling England to stop yelling at France to stop groping people, and Russia was giggling at China telling England to stop yelling at France to stop groping people.
All in all, a completely normal day.
Until the door crashed open.
The other countries jumped in shock, looking around wildly for whatever had shocked them so much. At first they thought it was America; with him and his monstrous strength he sometimes ended up actually breaking down the door on accident. Then, they were immediately confused by the sight of Canada, foot still raised up, as though he himself had just kicked down the door—but that was impossible, right? Little Canada would never, ever kick down the door, right?
They were even more shocked by the sight of his Southern brother standing right behind him, both wearing fancy black suits. While Canada had a feral smile on his face, looking slightly like a tiger waiting to pounce, America's face was devoid of any emotion, giving him an oddly cold, blank look.
"A-Alfred, what is the meaning of this?" England demanded, standing from his seat and watching as the brothers walked into the room, Canada walking like he was tensing for a fight.
"It has come to my attention that our meetings are getting nowhere." America said, his voice as cold and devoid of emotion as his face. "Therefore it is vital for the rest of the world that we take matters into our own hands."
The other countries stared blankly at the two nations, before a small bark of laughter rose up—and sparked a wave of amusement in the others, some chuckling, some letting out small snorts of amusement and some just letting loose with their strange laughter. All through this, America and Canada remained silent and unmoving, though Canada looked like he wanted to strangle someone.
"I'm sorry. Did I say something amuse you?" America asked as the cacophony of laughter died down.
"Oh yes. Let a fat idiot like you take over the meetings? Honhonhonhon! How foolish of you!" France answered, his rose appearing in his hand.
To their surprise, it was not America who responded, but Canada. The boy tensed, his eyes flashing with barely suppressed rage, and his lips twisted into an awful sneer, and for a moment the other countries saw a deeper, evil thing rear its head, and for a moment the countries felt fear so deep and powerful that they hadn't felt in hundreds of years. And then it was gone, but the fear lingered. Had that just happened, or was it imagination?
"Brother, can I kill them, please?" His voice, once so shy and calm, growled in a low, snarly voice.
"No, Mattie, we kill them after they try and kill us." America said patiently—a reaction that was greeted with some strange looks. Was he serious, or just sarcastic?
Canada let out another low growl.
"You think you can kill us? Back down, foolish one, before you get hurt." Russia said softly, staring at the brothers with childish purple eyes.
America simply tilted his head, before Canada appeared right in front of the older nation, crouched like a cat. Russia only had time to widen his eyes before a foot came and smashed into his chest, throwing him back with such force he slammed into the wall. The other countries watched with a stunned silence; they hadn't seen Canada move. What was going on?
"Maybe this will prove we are serious." America drawled in a lazy voice, a light amusement coloring his voice as the other countries turned to the nation in fear.
"What do you want, aru?" China asked, hesitantly. He was a very old nation, who had known many countries; he'd seen many things, and done many things that he was proud of—and not so proud of. However, this was the first time he'd seen something like this; a nation hiding his true nature? Preposterous. Nations kept thoughts from other nations; nations deceived and tricked and meddled, but not on such a large scale as this.
"I see you are all confused. Perhaps I should explain." America started, ignoring China's question completely.
"It started when I first came to this place…
America nibbled his lip, standing outside the door of the meeting apprehensively.
This was his first meeting—what would the other countries think of him? Would they be angry that he'd defeated England? Or perhaps the opposite?
He took a deep breath and pushed inside, looking back and forth to see who was there.
"Ah, Amerique! I didn't expect you!" A cheerful voice said, and America quickly glanced up to see his ally France.
"H-Hello France." America greeted, voice cracking with nerves.
"Come in—we're just about to start."
America was grateful of the arm pushing him along—now at least he wasn't alone. Ignoring the stare of two purple eyes, and the glare of two green eyes he sat down and gulped. If only his brother was here; Mattie made everything so much clearer…
France cleared his throat and smiled widely at the people in the room. "Alright, everyone, I'd like to introduce our newest member—"
"No one cares, frog." England growled, looking away.
"Oh, mon chere, so kind as usual…"
"Shut up, the both of you!" The arguing countries jerked, looking towards a tall blonde man with slicked hair sitting next to a small brown haired boy and a silver haired boy with odd red eyes. "Does anyone have any ideas?"
America blushed, fingered his briefcase, looked down, and managed to stutter out, "U-Um, I-I have something that m-might work…"
Germany frowned and crossed his arms. "No offense, but you're a little young and inexperienced to be speaking during the meetings. When you're older."
"After that, everyone refused to listen to my ideas, because England was holding a grudge."
England blinked when he suddenly remembered earlier meetings, when America had tried to speak up but had been ignored or yelled at by his former mother country. Um, oops.
"I was forced to take more drastic measures. I made my ideas more outlandish and impossible to ignore; I was trying to goad you. You all have terrible competitive spirits, so I thought that you might try and come up with a better idea than mine. Clearly I was a fool." He took a deep breath. "Now, I am forced to do whatever it takes to fix this."
Germany was the first to move. "What do you propose?"
England felt a flutter of surprise when something akin to regret sprouted in America's eyes. Was this just an act as well? What was real?
Now that he thought about it, Canada had had the exact same look after he'd kicked Russia.
Did America and Canada actually think that this was necessary to get anything done? What was trying to be accomplished?
What was real?
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I really dont' know what's up with this one. Please forgive the strangeness.
I just got back from vacation-that's why I wasn't updating.
Okay.
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