I saw them charging and a grin fell upon my pale lips. I summoned a axe that I had made the second winter fighting off the Wendigo's and spoke out a spell with great power and strength.

"Himmelen over og dalene nedenfor, svelg mine fiender i de steinete burene dine!(The heavens above and the valleys below, swallow my enemies in your rocky cages!)"

The earth around the Wendigo's shook and most of them fell and burned in the pits of fire that would be their cages for all of eternity. The ones that didn't fall were a couple. Two Wendigo's rushed at me. I swung my axe and chopped of one of their arms and sliced the other's leg off.

I jumped out of the ones way when it tried to grab me but I was faster than them. I continued using spells and dodging their attacks leading them close to the building, where I'll finish them off.

" Vind i nord gir meg din styrke!(Winds of the north give me your strength!)" I cried out, using the wind as a boost. I jumped into the air and with the strength of the wind, I pushed the two Wendigo's into the hotel and used on last final spell that will seal them forever.

"Jordens ild, de fallendes ånder kommer sammen og forsegler vinterens demoner og forsegler dem til jorden under!(Fire of the earth, spirits of the fallen come together and seal the fate of the demons of winter and seal them to the earth below!)"

The earth shook, I ran to my truck and got in. I started it up and drove away, watching through my rearview mirror as the Hotel fell apart. I could hear the screams of the two Wendigo's, as they burned alive. But I didn't care, I was more then willing to get rid of the hotel and the Wendigo's all together.

I'll have to talk to my boss about the whole thing but for right now I need to find the nations.

-The past is past, the future is still unknown, but the present is where I want to be-

I saw the others at Québec's house, just like she said. I am very grateful that she texted me when she did. Or I would have been driving for hours. When I pulled up to Québec's home I saw that her living room lights were on, with a sigh I turned my truck off and got out, slowly making, my way to the door before knocking.

Faint footsteps could be heard before the door was swung opened and I was pulled into a hug. I weakly hugged Québec, tears fell from my eyes.

"They aren't hurt.. are they?" I asked, pulling away slightly.

"Non, they are fine... but you look like you been through a flipping war!!" She said, pulling away from me before dragging me into her home and closed the door behind her.

I let her pull me around, I was tired and didn't really care right now. All I want is tea, a good calming movie and a bed or a couch so I can sleep. Québec placed me on the couch and I saw that everyone was asleep in groups, it was really cute... I just hope that Québec got some pictures cause I am definitely using them for blackmail.

"Lift up your shirt Mattie, I'll dress your wounds for you." she said softly.

I nodded and took of my shirts and allowed my Provence fix up my wounds. We sat in comfortable silence listening to the others soft or loud snores. I didn't flinch at the needle poking my flesh, or when rubbing alcohol was put on.

After a good twenty minutes of staying still and silently looking out the windows, someone stirred awake.

"Matthew?" I looked over to see Arthur looking at me before jumping up of of France's sleepy cuddle and rushed at me and pulled me into a hug. I winced a bit but hugged back, smiling in the Brits chest as I felt his breath as he muttered things under his breath.

"Mattie! Guy's Mattie's back and he's alive!!" America shouted and joined in on the hug.

I winced at the force of the hug, more arms and warm bodies encased me in a loving hug. I bit my lip to keep myself from whimpering in pain but I was happy that everyone was safe.

"Hey! Let Matt breath! You des crétins!" Québec snapped.

Everyone released me and I let out a breath of relief as Québec scolded everyone. Italy looked at me with sad eyes be for speaking up.

"Ve~ What happened after we left?" Italy asked, everyone looked at me, the same with Québec.

"Well... I'll be talking to my boss about the hotel since it is...... gone" I said, but mumbling the last part.

"Matthew, lad.. please speak up." Arthur said.

"I said that the hotel is gone..."

"WHAT!!!" everyone shouted at once making me blush.

"HAHAHAHA!!!! Let me guess Matt," Québec chuckled, I could feel my blush crawl to my neck.

"You used that one spell that you used last time that caused an avalanche!"

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"WHAT!!!"

"YES A COLONIE OF MINE HAS MAGIC!!!" 

Everyone shouted, before giving England with a strange look. Québec just chuckled at everyone, I smile as well before getting up and walking out of the room for a moment just to return with an old wooden box that I kept over the years. I know that this will make England and the rest of the Magic trio jealous.

"Over the years I have fought Wendigo's in secret," I said, that was when America looked shocked before red with anger.

"So that is what you were doing everytime we went to our old place! You were sneaking out to fight!!" I just rolled my eyes.

"Yes, but they were getting to close for my liking, they were close to me and Francis when England first came to my lands. So I made a choice and it was a sacrifice that I made when York was burning." I said, Everyone looked at me with confusion.

"What was that Comrade?" Russia asked, I knew that this was knew to Québec but I opened the box and pulled out my old knife that I use to kill my first Wendigo and spoke.

"To remain silent and unnoticed by them and I guess from you guys as well." I said, everyone was shocked.

I just sat there looking at my old things before pulling out a diary and old sketches, I placed them on the table for everyone to see. Germany looked at the sketches and looked at me with shock, France looked at the other sketches and paled at them. America looked at my diary and sighed before looking at me.

"Mattie, some of us don't know how to read some of your notebooks." America stated, I looked at him and grabbed the diary before smacking his head.

"It isn't a notebook, Al. It's my diary that I made sure to keep track of everything that I learned and realized about the Wendigo's from over the years." I said, and England patted my shoulder.

Québec looked at the box and saw another diary and picked it up. When she opened the book she gasped. I looked at her and looked down, knowing what that diary had. Québec started to read it out loud for everyone to hear.

1813 April 28

I'm lucky that I'm not close to York, three towns away, but I can still feel it. It burn but tomorrow I will be heading to York and face America! I don't understand what made America want my land so much?

I am still recovering from my last fight with a Wendigo, and my ribs are still broken and bruised. My arm still hurts from being thrown at a tree... but burning YORK! It is really hard to breath with everything going on!

I never asked for this! I don't want America having MY lands! I do not want to be HIS STATE! I wish that he can leave me alone!

-Canada

America looked at me with shock, I looked down and just sighed as Québec continued to the next one.

1813 April 29

I got separated from my group and I can sense that I'm not alone. But right now if I stay quiet then I'll be sa-

Québec paused before sighing and turning to the next page and started again.

1813 April 31

I woke up in a bed, and I don't feel York burning anymore. I also found England sitting next to my bed asleep. I wish that there was some way to keep some sort of record of a young peaceful look on the sleeping Brit... I also didn't know that he drools in his sleep either....

I'll have to apologise to Al for dumping water on him, every time there was a thunderstorm and we would run to England's room.... Oops.

Though I have to wonder who found me? All I remember was freezing time around the Wendigo after it had clawed my stomach. Maybe one of my troops? But all I know is after this war is over I'll go unnoticed and hopefully the Wendigo's won't go to America...

If America knew he would either try to find some way to get rid of them with guns, either try to laugh it of as some joke.... or try to keep them away from me when I'm doing that for him... for all these years they haven't bothered him only me and I intend to keep it like that.

-Canada

America was silent along with England who was slightly red in the face either from anger or embarrassment but I'll never know. Québec flipped through pages of my diary and stopped at one and looked at me. Looking at her with a pained look... England never knew this happened since he was called away... well he know that we burned the white house but he or America knew what really happened that day.

1214 August 23

Me and the troops were on our way to Washington to get revenge for York. My men were filled with excitement, I was too but... I didn't feel right... but tomorrow... tomorrow America pays... tomorrow I'll show America that I am stronger and that he can't push me around...

But maybe then.... I'll finally make my last appearance to my brother before I vanish from sight?

-Canada

1214 August 25

I'm sorry America.... If in the future I let you or anyone read this then that means I finally messed up and everyone that I know and care about had finally seen the Demons of my past that will forever haunt me. I guess I should start with what happened yesterday on the 24th of August.

Me and my men were in Washington and I told them to throw logs on the sides of the President's home and throw oil onto the wood. When we finished I told my troops to get as far as possible. I looked at the building, guilt was filling my heart but I was going to throw the torch forward, but that was when I saw it.

I lead one... only one to my brothers home. America I am so sorry that I had to burn your President's home with the Wendigo and I in it. But it was the only way to stop it from finding you. I was trapped in the home after killing the beast, my magic caused the fire.... my magic also caused me to be invisible and forgotten in the eyes of the Wendigo's and... nations as well.

I dragged myself out of the fire and ran to my men... but I told them that everything was done and they cheered for what we did. I would be lying if I wanted to run back to my brother and apologize but... sadly I can't cause I know that Alfie would hate me for a good long while...

But Alfie if you are reading this... or any nation I just want you all to know that I'm sorry... sorry for not telling you that I needed help. I'm sorry that I used a spell that forced you all to forget me... I'm sorry that I'm weak and pathetic that can't even save myself from my nightmares. I'm sorry.

-Canada.... Matthew Williams