Do not get your hopes up. This chapter is short.

Chapter 5

"Alfred."

The youth looked up from the cell he had been in for... Some time now. He lost count a while ago. His blond hair was brown with dirt and grime and lacked a familiar stubborn lock. His glasses now held, crushed, in one of his hands. The glass shards had dug into him and torn the skin, leaving a raw, bloody mess of a palm. His normally blue eyes were dull and haggard. Nobody would ever attribute this fate to the once self-proclaimed hero.

The man who had came in was changed in appearance too. His expression had changed from unsure to cold. Violet eyes were no longer meek but assertive, maybe even aggressive. The violet eyes had a steely glint, even if they weren't unkind.

Canada.

His beloved brother.

His overshadowed, neglected, forgotten, always-mistaken-for-him brother. As Canada had reminded him on the day of his capture.

"You're being dissolved as of tomorrow," There was not a trace of compassion in Canada's face. He keeps it carefully blank. Just as blank as his voice.

America doesn't say anything. He hasn't since he was found, nearly dead, in the burned down building of the White House. It couldn't even be called a capture, really. More like a rescuing in all actuality.

"4 o'clock P.M."

"July 4th."

Canada refocused on his brother, surprised. The voice was hoarse from lack of use, but it really was his brother speaking.

Canada doesn't back down from the stare, but it was more like a gaze, "Indeed."

"Fate likes to toy with me."

"Or maybe you like to toy with fate."

There was a silence.

"Maybe."

Another silence.

"I will take good care of your people."

"Make sure Mexico does as well."

"I will."

This silence stretches even longer than the ones preceding it.

And they weren't cold silences. They were the silences between two people who were always knew everything about one another until something happened and they knew nothing about each other.

Between two people who were always there for each other until one they one fell and the other watched.

In short, an uncomfortable silence.

To put it lightly.

Canada speaks up, "So this is farewell."

I'll miss you, brother.

"I suppose."

Will you miss me?

"Then goodbye."

I hope so.

"Farewell."

Please don't leave me.

America walks to the door of the cell. Canada hesitated then moved away from it. As his dying brother leaves the room the still living one reaches out and holds him back for a moment.

I'm already so alone.

"Where are you going?"

I've been alone for so long.

"Home."

Can't you see that I was alone?

America walked out the door. He knew that Canada wouldn't stop him. He was going to die tomorrow, anyway. And, in all truth, Canada hadn't wanted to hurt him. But he had to do what was best for the people. Even if that did mean hurting him. He was a nation, after all.

I've been in my own personal hell.

Behind him, almost too quiet to be heard, the words are spoken.

Please save me!

"Goodbye, Alfred."

But I'm long dead.

I do not own Hetalia.

Wow, some of you are really hating Canada in this fic. I never meant for him to be seen as evil. Let me explain, in my headcannon (is that one 'N' or two?) personifications have two sides to them.

One is their human side, like Alfred or Matthew. For the most part their human side acts, well, human. They can be mean or nice, cheerful or depressing, anything really. Human sides don't even have to always be affected by the stereotypes. However, the human side is their weaker side.

The dominant side of them is their nation side. Nations are the people and the people are them. By that I mean that nations have just as much control over their people as the people have control over the nations. It's hard to explain but I'll try. If a nation is angry at another nation they could drive their people to begin fighting. If the people are angry at other people, they can drive the nations to begin fighting one another. Sort of like that.

Canada was being driven by the will of his people to hate America while Matthew still cares for Alfred, but is being held back by his nation side. Therefore, it's Canada who's being a (please forgive my language) a jerk to America and Matthew who's seriously missing Alfred.

Next chapter out Sunday. I have hit a writer's block so after chapter 7 things are going to slow down.