Let's Try This Again [3/3]
anonymous
December 11 2010, 18:01:16 UTC
Canada.
"...Still..."
"Please help me, brother..." Canada's voice was pleading now. "I want my independence, I want my own say in things. But I'll need your help."
England watched as Canada took his brother's hands and the resolve in America's eyes waver. So I lose him anyways? England thought and felt his own heart breaking to pieces.
"...No!" America pulled his hand away. "It's pointless, he's a world power and you're a small country, I won't help you!"
England couldn't believe his ears, America was defending him!
"Small country?! I would hardly think so! But fine, if that's what you think, I'll get my own freedom! I wouldn't need your help!" And with that, Canada had run off, back into his own country to make plans of revolution.
America had walked back into the house and he heard the doorbell ring. "Wow, Canada, you sure run fa-- Oh, England!" He had almost assumed that Canada had gone and came back, trying to convince him again. He smiled at his mother country who looked rather upset. "...Is something the matter?"
England stepped into the house, glancing up at America now. He was growing up, he realized. "Yes." He responded to America's question.
"...Um, I'm not a mind reader, so why don't you tell me why?" He asked as he sat down on a wooden chair by the table. England sat on the other side.
"I think you know why."
America was silent as his clenched his fists. "...C...Canada, he's going to..."
"It's not as if I don't know what's going on within my kingdom. I'm asking you, what would you do?"
"I..." America took a breath. "...Can I please stay neutral?" Blue eyes looked at him pleadingly. "I love you, England. But I love Canada too. I can't do it. I won't fight against either of you."
--
Canada's a small and meek country. England had fought the war with that in mind. He was winning too, but he knew all too quickly that things were playing out as they originally had with America. Why would Prussia help him? Why would the Dutch? The reasons seemed to be the same as when the French had helped America. He could hear them all laughing at him.
This time, he's standing in front of Canada. His gun at the ready, facing him with purple eyes, Canada was full of determination that he will win. "It's over, England. You didn't care about me, why are you bothering?"
And England realizes he had no answer.
--
"Aww, geez, you're a mess." Alfred says as he wraps some bandages around England's head. He's at America's house now. Canada's won and he's lost.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this..." He whispers. This had been his chance to make things right. He's made things right with America, but Canada hates him now.
"You can't eat your cake and have it at the same time!" America joked, but those words stung England's heart. He realized with clench fists, that was what he had tried to do and he breaks down in tears. "Hey! W-What? Did I say something wrong?!" America asked nervously as he reached for a handkercheif to wipe away his tears.
--
It was after America had left him alone when a flying mint bunny showed up. "Who are you? I know you're not the real mint." He tells it.
"I should've known that it would take more than this to trick you." The bunny says as it lands on England's lap. "So, how'd it go?" England didn't answer. "I thought you'd be happy, if you got to go back in time and try again."
No answer.
"You're going to have to live with this. You had one chance to change things."
The bunny disappears and England wished he had never bothered to try and change anything.
--
Considering writing more for other nations and what they want as a do over. Would OP mind if they were a bunch of little one shots?
Aww man, I wish more people gave this fill a read because what you've done here, anon, is you've made a completely new culture. I love it. There's so much to explore in this tiny part alone.
"...Still..."
"Please help me, brother..." Canada's voice was pleading now. "I want my independence, I want my own say in things. But I'll need your help."
England watched as Canada took his brother's hands and the resolve in America's eyes waver. So I lose him anyways? England thought and felt his own heart breaking to pieces.
"...No!" America pulled his hand away. "It's pointless, he's a world power and you're a small country, I won't help you!"
England couldn't believe his ears, America was defending him!
"Small country?! I would hardly think so! But fine, if that's what you think, I'll get my own freedom! I wouldn't need your help!" And with that, Canada had run off, back into his own country to make plans of revolution.
America had walked back into the house and he heard the doorbell ring. "Wow, Canada, you sure run fa-- Oh, England!" He had almost assumed that Canada had gone and came back, trying to convince him again. He smiled at his mother country who looked rather upset. "...Is something the matter?"
England stepped into the house, glancing up at America now. He was growing up, he realized. "Yes." He responded to America's question.
"...Um, I'm not a mind reader, so why don't you tell me why?" He asked as he sat down on a wooden chair by the table. England sat on the other side.
"I think you know why."
America was silent as his clenched his fists. "...C...Canada, he's going to..."
"It's not as if I don't know what's going on within my kingdom. I'm asking you, what would you do?"
"I..." America took a breath. "...Can I please stay neutral?" Blue eyes looked at him pleadingly. "I love you, England. But I love Canada too. I can't do it. I won't fight against either of you."
--
Canada's a small and meek country. England had fought the war with that in mind. He was winning too, but he knew all too quickly that things were playing out as they originally had with America. Why would Prussia help him? Why would the Dutch? The reasons seemed to be the same as when the French had helped America. He could hear them all laughing at him.
This time, he's standing in front of Canada. His gun at the ready, facing him with purple eyes, Canada was full of determination that he will win.
"It's over, England. You didn't care about me, why are you bothering?"
And England realizes he had no answer.
--
"Aww, geez, you're a mess." Alfred says as he wraps some bandages around England's head. He's at America's house now. Canada's won and he's lost.
"It wasn't supposed to be like this..." He whispers. This had been his chance to make things right. He's made things right with America, but Canada hates him now.
"You can't eat your cake and have it at the same time!" America joked, but those words stung England's heart. He realized with clench fists, that was what he had tried to do and he breaks down in tears. "Hey! W-What? Did I say something wrong?!" America asked nervously as he reached for a handkercheif to wipe away his tears.
--
It was after America had left him alone when a flying mint bunny showed up. "Who are you? I know you're not the real mint." He tells it.
"I should've known that it would take more than this to trick you." The bunny says as it lands on England's lap. "So, how'd it go?" England didn't answer. "I thought you'd be happy, if you got to go back in time and try again."
No answer.
"You're going to have to live with this. You had one chance to change things."
The bunny disappears and England wished he had never bothered to try and change anything.
--
Considering writing more for other nations and what they want as a do over. Would OP mind if they were a bunch of little one shots?
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Thanks for filling!!
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