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[Canada's POV]

[during the previous meeting]

"America is our world's only superpower." UN had said lowly. "If something is wrong with him, we need to know immediately."

The organization turned to his right.

"Canada, once you get back to North America, fly over to the United States and track America down." UN ordered. "If you talk to him, he'll listen. I recall that you two are close, yes?"

Canada hesitated. For just a moment.

He silently nodded.

"Good. That's the plan then." UN said. "Any questions? Is everything clear?"

"Crystal, sir."

And he wasn't lying.

The very next day, Canada flew straight from Europe to the United States, making it to America's apartment in less than two days. The personification didn't even have to use the GPS when he had landed— he knew the way like the back of his hand.

For despite their crazy schedules, Canada and America had always found time to meet up. Whether it be late night factimes, inside jokes after meetings, or visiting a few states and provinces together, Canada and America would somehow always find themselves back at America's apartment. It was their "safe place", as some people would say.

It was something familiar, something stable and something constant you could always fall back on.

But now, as Canada drives to the same apartment on the same route he knows all too well, it feels... different. This isn't going to be his safe place anymore. How could it? Things have changed.

A lot.

And in such a quick amount of time.

Ever since the attack, Canada feels like he's been whiplashed— paralyzed in the background while everyone has scrambled to do something. He's in a state of shock, asking questions that everyone acts like are common sense.

What's going on?

He attacked us.

Why are we preparing for war?

He attacked us.

America did this?

Yes.

Why?

Why not??

Canada's being left behind. It's only the start but he could already see it. He knows this feeling. He knows it all too well.

And it's obvious, too. In the way his peers have already jumped into action. The way meetings have already been made. The way preparations are already afoot.

God, they sure do work fast.

So why can't Canada work fast? Why can't he do something? Why can't he move?

Why is this so hard for him?

Canada leaned forward, blinking hard. His grip tightened on the steering wheel, and he desperately tried to clear his head to steel himself.

Despite being one of the largest countries in the world, Canada felt so, so small.

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Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock!

Canada rapped his knuckles four times on the door. No less, no more. Exactly four.

It never hit him that four knocks was basically his signature call, but now that he was alone in this empty hallway, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Was America behind this door, aware that it was him?

Did he recognize that it was his brother in arms, from such a small detail like this?

Canada wonders, what was going through America's mind right now. Was he excited to see Canada?

Nervous?

Scared?

Canada stood and thought. He waited patiently, as the door did not open.

His eyes unconsciously drifted to the golden plate nailed into the door, the shiny gold catching his attention.

Room 1776.

Canada huffed, a smile reaching his face as a memory washed over him.

America was laughing.

He adjusted the boxes in his arms, before dropping them at his feet below. He pointed at the room plate like it was some sort of exotic animal, making sure to turn around to grab the other's attention.

"Canada," He started, amused expression on his face, "Are you seeing this?"

Canada gave the room plate a glance, before rolling his eyes. "That's got to be on purpose."

"I hope not." America snickered, pulling out his phone. "I've got to get a picture of this. Imagine the look on UK's face when he sees it!"

And UK's reaction ended up being golden.

The man had obviously not found it funny, his eye twitching and stare burning into America and Canada's back, but in the end, America's laughs were contagious, even for the UK.

America would still bring it up to this day, dropping the picture in text or using it as an inside joke.

Canada sighed, shooing old memories away from his thoughts. This was not the time for nostalgia. The door was still as closed as it was before, and Canada couldn't hear anything shuffling behind the door. Maybe America wasn't even home? It would just be Canada's luck, if that was the case.

Just as Canada was about to head home and text UN a apology, the door creaked.

Canada startled, meeting shockingly bright eyes peering at him through a small crack in the doorway.

"Canada?" The figure asked, their eyes widening. There was movement behind the door, before it was pulled open to reveal America.

Canada stilled, taking in the sight of his brother. He felt dozens of emotions wash over him— relief, worry, and anger, but mostly frustration.

The man was dressed in simple clothing, wearing a white button up and black slacks. He looked like he had just come home from a meeting of sorts, jacket taken off and sunglasses stored away. He stared at Canada like he had seen a ghost.

"I thought it was you, I just never expected..." America trailed off. He blinked, fixing Canada with a hard glare. "What are you doing here?" He demanded.

Canada returned the glare with a stern expression. "I'm here because we need to talk. What is going on, America?"

The man ignored his question. "You need to leave." He said.

Canada put his foot in the doorway before America could even think about closing the door on him. "I'm not leaving. UN sent me. Just let me in."

"UN sent you?! Why?"

"Why?" Canada repeated, and suddenly he felt all the emotions he's been building up spill out, "Because you're acting like a lunatic!! You skip meetings, don't answer anyones calls, and suddenly attack all of us! America, you're lucky UN sent me and not the fucking army!"

"Your army wouldn't even make it past the borders," America hissed, bristling. He pushed at Canada, but didn't put any real force behind it. "Get out!"

Canada refused to budge. "No. We need to talk! Do you know what the others are saying about you?!"

"I don't care what the others say about me!"

"They want to attack you, dumbass!" Canada said exasperatedly. "You've started a war, and unless you bring your ass all the way to Europe to apologize, it's only going to get worse!"

"I'm not apologizing," America said firmly. "I can't!"

"Why?!"

"You wouldn't understand!"

"Well, I can't if you're going to be like this!"

America groaned, "Just go away!"

"I'm just trying to understand, America! What's holding you back? Is it pride?? Ego?!" Canada interrogated. He pushed his way further in. "You're smarter than this, why are you being so stubborn!"

"Well, why are you trying to protect me?" America demanded.

"Protect you??" Canada paused. "What are you talking about?"

"I know what I did, Canada, and I was aware of it the whole time. I asked my soldiers to attack." America said. "Why are you pretending like I didn't? Why are you pretending like I'm innocent?"

Canada spluttered.

Why was he trying to protect America?

"Because you're my brother," Canada answered.

He shot America a warm smile. America was always smiling, always strong. If Canada could smile, so could America. But America just looked at Canada with a deep sadness in his gaze.

It felt like the world was falling apart.

"I told you you wouldn't understand."

And this time, when America pushed him, Canada budged.

The taller man stepped back, at a loss of words. His throat felt dry, and his hands felt shaky. Canada quickly stuffed them into his pockets.

"You have to leave the country, Canada." America said quietly, his hand gripping the door. "As quickly as possible. I don't know how they let you in but you can't come back."

"What is going on?" Canada repeated, whispering.

"War is coming. And unless you want to fall behind, I advise you to start preparing."

War. Such a small word for such a big thing.

America shut the door.

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A/N:

This chapter took so long to make. The editing was killing me.

I do admit, I took a long break while writing this, but in my defense, writing block is almost unbeatable. Like seriously, how do people post weekly?? Please teach me your ways!!

Most of you might be asking, if there's a war coming, why don't America and Canada just attack each other right now? They're right next to each other and it would be so easy to just prevent everything that's to come. Well, my beloved readers, I have only one answer for you;

They're brothers.

Anyways, thanks a lot for reading!! Make sure to stay safe, and don't forget to drop some kudos ;)

Bye everyone, and see y'all next time.

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED ON DECEMBER 22 2022

EDITED ON OCTOBER 8 2024 ✅