A/N: What is this madness? I basically write a whomping 10 000 word chapter in two days and I still have the energy to write some more. Something must be wrong with me.

Though... I do feel bad for not updating my other story. I'm so sorry. Forgive me my readers. It'll be updated... soon... when I get the inspiration to continue.

Warnings: Language, historical inaccuracy, potential OOCness, Canadian spelling, updates at random times, etc…

Characters: Fem!Canada and UK

Pairings: Would you like some maple syrup with your tea?

Word count: 1277

Disclaimers: I don't own Hetalia.

Eternal

Tied together by a thread so strong that not being with you is truly impossible

A faint dripping sound resounded in the eerily quiet tower. Somewhere in the tower there had to have been a leak as the droplets of water steadily dropped onto the cobblestone at a constant pace. Each slowly absorbed by the stone as if they never existed in the first place.

The tower was unbearable and trapped the single prisoner that dwelled within its confines, isolating her from the rest of the world. The single room she was kept in was lavishly furbished and was something no normal prisoner would possess. The single window that brought stray rays of light into the room was barred by the cold metal of steel. The only exit was locked at all times and guards littered at the entrance across her side very much like Cerberus. They only followed the command of the ruler of this strange hell.

Madison was restricted to the confines of the room. The window was barred and cursed which made her a coveted bird in a golden cage. The door, besides being well guarded, was also intricately laced with other, more powerful spells, which kept her in. It would have been fitting for her to be shackled to the walls or bed but her master simply dreaded the idea enclosing her in one spot. It's strange to think that he didn't want to use the shears to clip her wings yet she knew, deep down, that he believed that his little lady would remain docile and meek in the lone tower.

Months ago she had been gardening under the brilliant sun in the lowlands. Her porcelain white hands were gently tending to the roses in her garden that had become increasingly unpopular to everyone in the area. It wasn't of great surprise that she received a letter proposing that she return to England for some time. Reluctantly she packed her belongings and left the letter carefully placed in her drawers.

Upon docking in the English ports, it was slightly wracking that Arthur did not personally accompany her on the ride back to his home. This should have meant something to the ignorant her of months ago.

Only the scratching of pen on paper could be heard in Arthur's office. His gaze strictly focusing on the papers before him and not the supposed guest he requested. After the painfully long hour of overbearing silence, the Briton quirked his brows and an unsettling expression drew across his face.

Coldly he commanded for her to sit in the seat opposite to him while he slowly stood. His figure towered over hers and he slowly brought his face closer to hers.

"I am sure you are quite aware as to why you are here, correct?"

The question had confused the lass as she never imagined that there would be anything that she had done wrong. She had been the ideal colony that had a splendid combination of imperialism and enlightenment yet something was horribly wrong.

"No sir, I do not."

"Oh? Are you feigning ignorance now? You should be quite aware of the fact that I deplore liars."

"I am indeed aware of your feelings towards liars alike, but I have yet to hear your explanation as to why you are displeased over something I am not aware of."

The deathly silence created a suffocating shroud that was choking the young miss. A harsh click of the tongue by the man in front of her seemed incredibly loud.

Bringing both of his calloused hands to cup her cheeks, piercing verdant eyes demanded complete and total attention as he began to speak in a silent whisper, "I don't want to lose you."

Her eyes widened with disbelief and before she could utter her reply, Arthur continued to speak.

"I don't want to lose you to that ne'er-do-well to the south of you," he quietly spoke. The awkward atmosphere had quickly turned to the worst when a sick idea played well into the Englishman's eyes. "No, I won't lose you my little bird. Do you know what cute little birds like yourself need? A cage to hide you from that awful eagle's talons."

"Arthur I-"

"Hush hush," he sweetly, too sickeningly sweetly, sung into her ear. "It isn't your fault but his."

Madison did not retort that this was all Arthur's fault for the uprisings because the moment called for sin. She remained quiet in the chair as Arthur brings her to his chest, gently embracing her.

That was where her memories stopped of that day.

The next time she woke up, her world had already changed. She found herself in that tower.

Arthur's visits in the beginning few months were less frequent as they were now. Back then she would scream in disgust, throwing whatever insult she could in an attempt to break his proud visage... but it never worked.

When Arthur simply didn't like her tone, he would immediately leave and ignore the girl, leaving her alone, isolating her from contact so that she would only see him.

Now, the visits were as frequent as ever before in the last month or so as Madison's mood became more... favourable.

It had become an odd habit of his whenever he entered to loom over her and comb her hair, arranging it in any style he deemed fit. Some days he would let it down and others, he would set it into an elaborate style.

The room would be silent for majority of the part. On rare occasions, that became too frequent now, Arthur would hum to himself. It was in a cheery tone, never hummed to slow or fast, which made the Canadian quiver.

At one point, Arthur even joked about his humming of the tune she knew as Alouette which earned him a meek chuckle.

Around the New Year, Arthur came into the room rather pleased with himself.

"I'm sure you're quite aware of what has happened but I felt it would be best for me to personally inform you of what has occurred in my colonies of Lower and Upper Canada. The traitors have been rounded about and will be executed for their treasonous acts towards the Crown."

The only reply he got were eyes filled with disbelief.

Letting her tend to her own thoughts, Arthur left the room.

It was no longer necessary for her to keep her in the tower and Madison spent her days in Arthur's study under his unwavering watch. Conversation between the two still was strenuous. The situation played like this for a year.

That was until Arthur once more informed her of something pertaining to the lands she represented.

"The man I sent to investigate the causes of the rebellions has given me a report on how to fix whatever your silly people are stressing about. In accordance to this, Lower and Upper Canada will be united."

Madison slowly nodded to show she understood. She stopped doing so upon his next statement.

"Your French people," he spat, "don't have a real culture so I believe it to be of the utmost importance that you rid of any of your disgusting ties to that frog. Therefore, you are to support assimilating the French to be proper British subjects as the British are supreme."

She slightly winced at how cold and harsh his voice had become. Rage welled deep within her as she refused to lose the only tie she shared with the man who was her family.

Her voice never faltered as she spoke out of turn in the eerily quiet room.

"What is it that possesses you to do things you do?"

"You and only you, my dear."

And that was when she broke.

A/N: ...I'm going to go cry in the corner now. Please excuse me.

Thoughts on this? Like? Dislike? Should I only do fluff or should I make all my drabbles depressing?