"Kumashiro, remind me to have a long chat with my so-called family when we get back."
The white bear merely grunted in his sleep which caused his owner to sigh. The blonde couldn't blame his companion for needing the rest. After the Allies had completely disappeared in their retreat, no one had seemed to realize that they had left the sixth member of their team behind. Actually, it wouldn't have surprised him if they hadn't realized he had come along in the first place. They certainly hadn't asked him his opinion at the last meeting.
Still, he had been alone in enemy territory. Fearing the worst (which was someone undoubtedly confusing him with his brother) the blonde had been strategically trying to sneak his way back home. They were close to the border of Allie-controlled lands now, but after walking for hours found they couldn't continue forward without stopping and both nation and bear and had collapsed when the decision was made.
Both mittens were already tucked away inside one of the pockets in the Canadian's jacket and he let his eyes close as worked the thick coat open further to help cool down. It was still in the early hours of the morning but he couldn't stay where he was for long, not if he didn't want to be caught by people heading to work in a few hours. But his feet were sore, his body aching, and he was considering the possibility of killing for something to eat and drink. Well, only considering.
"This isn't even the first time!" Canada complained to the bear beside him, mostly because he felt the need to say what he wanted. Goodness knew he would likely lose the courage to say it again when the others were around. "Do you remember the time we fell asleep during the meeting and woke up to find they had left and locked us in?" The polar bear snored in response which spurred the Canadian on. "Exactly! The whole lot of them are inconsiderate hosers who are too wrapped up with themselves to see the bigger picture!"
The blonde took a long deep breath to calm himself down and ran a hand through his hair to push it away from his face. "Sometimes I wonder, you know? I wonder what it would be like if I was more like America than me. What would it be like if I always pushed to be at the center of attention?" He grew quiet as he let the conjured images flit through his mind and smiled sadly. "I think it would be nice… I wish I could sometime…"
A popping noise startled him and the blonde Canadian was sitting upright with a small squeak and eyes wide looking for danger. He froze, however, as soon as he spotted soft white wings and their drowsy-looking owner. "England…?" Canada said slowly in disbelief. This was obviously an exhaustion induced dream.
The angel yawned loudly and stretched a little before rubbing at one of his eyes. "Britannia Angel…" he corrected in a mumble. "What time is it?"
Canada glanced at his wrist and laughed nervously. "Almost 4…"
Britannia Angel froze and then scowled. "Why on earth would call me out here at bloody 4 in the morning?"
"I didn't call you-"
"You were making wishes!" The angel groaned in exasperation. "That is what calls me out here!"
"Well, sorry I didn't figure that out before." The Canadian replied, comment laced with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. Beside him, Kumajiro lifted his head and regarded the angel quietly.
"That's alright." The angel sighed and straightened up finally take note of the surroundings with a confused frown. "Where are we exactly?"
"Near Germany's home." Canada replied stiffly, readjusting so he was sitting more comfortably on the ground.
"Germany?" Britannia Angel turned in surprise, "What are you doing here?"
"I came with you yesterday and you left me behind." The blonde replied flatly.
The angel stiffened at the statement. "We did?"
"You did."
He shifted around nervously while trying to recall everything that happened yesterday. Had he seen Canada there while they had been sneaking up on the axis? Apparently not. "Look, Canada, I'm really sorry about that…"
Canada sighed, seeing no other option but to forgive on this matter. "It's fine, I am not really hurt or anything and-" he stopped mid sentence and felt his cheeks heating up. How had he not noticed the now glaringly obvious fact that now jumped to the forefront of his mind? "England, what are you wearing?"
"This?" Britannia Angel asked in confusion, lifting up the edge of his tunic to exam it and causing the Canadian to tilt his chin up to keep his gaze high enough as he flushed further. "It was a part of the deal of becoming an angel."
Canada through a hand over Kumajiro's eyes and the bear squirmed beneath it. "But do you have to wear that?!"
"Yes, of course I do." The angel replied, frowning at the younger nation. "Is there something wrong? Why are you acting so childish?"
"Hmm?" Canada replied, doing his best to focus instead on the prominent eyebrows on the other. "I'm not acting any differently."
"Yes, you…" The angel groaned and rubbed at his eye again, "Look, I am able to grant you any wish while I am like this. Whatever you want."
"Anything?" The Canadian muttered, "Would you be able to get me home?"
"Of course, if that is what you want."
"Will I be able to make another wish after that?" The Canadian asked while he continued to consider his options.
Britannia Angel shook his head. "Just one wish and you will not be able to remember making it afterwards anyway."
Canada blinked slowly as he took everything in. "So I wouldn't know if we've done all of this before?" he ventured.
"Afraid not."
Canada chewed on his lip while he thought again. If he only had one chance for a wish, he had better make it count, but what did he want? His light violet eyes lit up as the idea came to him. It was a crazy idea, but would it work? "I want to be unforgettable."
"What?" The angel looked up in surprise, wings shuffling in shock.
"Sorry!" Canada quickly apologized, feeling suddenly nervous, "was that asking for too much? Am I allowed something like that for a wish?"
"What? Ah, yes." The angel mumbled, scratching at the back of his head in the process. "Is that really what you want?"
Canada nodded, eyes determined on this plan as Kumajiro mimicked the motion adding a small "yes" to it.
When England returned home, he found that even though he felt exhausted, he wouldn't be able to return to sleep. His steps were slow and sluggish as he moved through his darkened home with his mind set on heating up some water for a cup of tea despite the early hour. The rules dictated that he was not to act on any information he may have learned while on his second job, but that didn't stop him from wishing he would be able to somehow go and rescue his charge; not leave him defenseless and alone.
England rested his head in his hands as he leaned over his counter waiting for the water boil. He could only hope the Canadian made it out alright.
AN: Hopefully I made up for last week? And in case it's not clear, I do tend to enjoy giving Canada a bit of sass where I can.