Chapter 3: forgotten memories

Neverland sat in her study, she had started her day off as she usually did, except today was a little different... Now that she had Canada, she found her life to be a little less lonely then usual.

She sorted through the bookshelves, cleaning them out. A certain book dropped from the shelf, she picked it up. 'Zhis is another one of my old diaries...' She thought opening it, an old picture fell out of the book. She picked it up, staring at the image as it jogged an old memory.

The photo was burned at the edges mostly, and it was very hard to make out who was in the picture. She frowned. "Zhis image... It is from zhat time..." She thought sadly, in the image was her and three children, two were young girls, another was a young boy, all three of their faces were scorched.

' "No! Run away from here Russie, take L'Ukraine et la Biélorussie et sortir d'ici !" She shouted, the three terrified children clung to each other. "Neverland!" The little boy called out, "I-I don't want you to burn!!" Neverland smiled. "I'll be fine! Just take your sisters and get out!!! Leave Neverland, it's not safe here anymore!!!" The flames inched closer to the three children, they turned around, and ran. Neverland coughed staring around at her burning home. "feu comme l'enfer ... My home, is burning..." '

Neverland shook her head, looking down at the image in her hand, she stuck it back in her diary, sighing sadly. "I see... So zhis diary was from zhat time..."

She opened up her old diary again, flipping through the pages, most of them burnt and unreadable, yet she could read them fine, as more sad memories poured through her...

Eventually she couldn't take it anymore, she closed the book, and put it back on the shelf, not wishing for tears to fall from her eyes.
Neverland took a deep breath. "Zhere has got to be some happy memories in here..." She mumbled going through the shelf, she grabbed hold of another diary opening it. "A-ha! Here we are!"

She frowned once again, a picture glared at her in the face, it was her and her old friend... Fire... Both of them were in their pirate outfits, England was passed out drunk in re background. She laughed, "ah, I remember zhis time~ we were such rebels as pirates..."

She closed the book, placing it back on the shelf. "I wonder what happened to Fire... I hope she's alright... It's been such a long time, I wish I could see her again... Time flys by so fast here..."

"N-Neverland..." A hushed voice spoke, Neverland turned to see Canada standing there, his little polar bear in his arms. 'Well at least Ive got Canada now... But I know that one day he'll have to leave too...' She frowned and bended down to the little Canadian, hugging him.

"Promise me something ma petite érable... "

Canada looked up at Neverland, he had come to know the meaning of her words, and the language Neverland spoke.

"What?" Canada asked curiously.
"Promise zhat you'll never leave me..."
Canada nodded, "je promets!" He said happily, which made Neverland smile.
"You really are a wonder Canada... You really are special..." She hugged him, "no matter what other people say, no matter what they think, you are you. Do you understand Canada? They may mock you, or forget your name... But they'll never be any better zhen you... " Canada nodded, and Neverland hugged him. "I want you to know zhat... Because zhat is something I never knew..."