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“Mathieu, trust me, if I could have told him, I would have already. However,” He pauses, sighing, “Don't you think that right belongs to Amerique? Besides, he doesn't trust us nearly as much as he trusts Amerique. Anyone in their right mind wouldn't believe such a far fetched story, especially from someone who hasn't completely earned their trust.”
Canada can't help, but sigh himself. France is absolutely right; England wouldn't have believed it anyway. “I suppose you're correct... How will we tell him though? We can't just say, “Hey, England, you're a nation, believe it or not!” He's going to think we're out of our mind.”
“Any logical person would. Anyway, the chance will present itself eventually. He will confront Amerique about it at one point, so it doesn't matter,” France glances at the clock, “Anyway, I have a meeting with the government officials soon, so I need to get ready. I'll call you back when I can, Mathieu. Au revior.”
There is a silence before Canada snaps his phone shut and sighs. It's been so stressful lately, it doesn't make it better that his brother is off running into trouble every corner.
Canada yawns; he should probably sleep too. Today has been a busy day, and per usual, tomorrow he has to wake early and get to the government building and work out the politics... again. Being a nation wasn't easy - in a way, Canada somewhat envied England, who cannot recall any of it.
Then again, if he had to sacrifice his memories of his brother, everyone, for that, then maybe living like this would be easier.
He heads to his room to sleep, brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas, placing his glasses on the nightstand as his vision blurs, and he shuts off the lamp and rolls around restlessly (“Oh, maybe I should have visited America after all,” he mumbles.) before calming his mind, creating a blank empty space in order to fall asleep. No use wasting his time to rest.
It is when there is a light snoring, England moves his ear away from the wall and heads towards the door. He ruffles his hair to make it appear as if he'd been asleep, and opens the door (Lucky for him, they don't creak like America's doors) and steps out into an eerie darkness.
England squints his green eyes, tries to see what is ahead of him because the moon was covered by clouds and trees as if Mother Nature is trying to hinder him.
He considers hunting for the light switch and flicking it on, but Canada's door is still open... He looks around, desperately trying to find the way to Canada's room. Blindly reaching out slowly, his hands feel the smooth, painted wall as he moves his hand, trying to find a hole in that wall, a door.
There is almost a crash when England suddenly finds nothing supporting his hands, but he catches his balance. In there, the light sound of breathing resounds in the room; almost inaudible. No wonder he hadn't heard it earlier.
England shuts the door quietly, with almost no sound, and switches the hallway light on.
Now, time to put his plan into action.
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I have no idea what England might be planning. Maybe a search to see what he can find in Canada's house...? I have no clue what Canada would have that would give the game away! Maybe he's sneaking off to see America... Or to fly to London!
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