Paint the Story I wish to Read 3/3
anonymous
September 30 2011, 01:09:32 UTC
Canada knows what is going on, even if America and England don't. India had never made any bones about her desire to make England suffer, her want to see him as broken as she'd been. When her own magic proved that she couldn't force her way pass his protections she'd begun to look for other ways of making him miserable.
Revolts were mostly ignored. Pranks, childish yes, but annoying nonetheless, were merely looked at with a raised eyebrow and then England had forced her to clean up the results. She'd been infuriated at being colonized, and it had always scared Canada and the others with the force of her sheer hate. Usually however, as long as she left the others out of her fury, most of the Empire pretended not to see what as going on.
Canada was re-evaluating his policy of pretended ignorance towards the India Situation as Australia termed it. He'd ignored it for as long as he could, but now she was hurting his brother in her revenge, and while Canada could forgive a great deal...
America was his brother. He can't forgive that.
But every time he goes to tell America what's really going on, to not pay attention to India's cruel words, he gets side tracked. France will pull him aside to ask how he is doing, or Netherlands invites him to go out hiking. Pakistan even got him to work on a trade agreement once, when he'd meant to speak to his brother.
England deserves to be taken down a peg or two he knows. The other nation means well enough, but by the very nation of his being an Empire, and a quarter of the world owing him allegiance, there is a power imbalance that can't be crossed.
He starts to move off to where America and England are standing, touching but not touching, praying that his usual invisibility would kick in and he'd get there without being stopped. He makes it almost halfway there when India grabs his arm, dark eyes black with anger.
“Don't you dare,” she hisses. “I will have this if nothing else.”
Suddenly Canada is tired of it all. Tired of the lying, the ignoring, all of it. He could ignore everything she's done up till now, but this is going too far. America is his brother, and England as good as a father-figure as he's got. He's tired of the fighting, the way it all happens behind their back. He's Canada, and not some beholden nation to India. He's not going to put up with this any longer - and why should he? He's not India. There's nothing she can really do to him.
“He's my brother.”
“Then he shouldn't have gotten involved with him,” she snarls back. When Canada had first met her, he'd thought her the most lovely thing in the world. Now, he looks down and pities her.
“He's my brother and I owe you nothing,” Canada replies and shakes her arm off. “I'm sorry you can't help but be so bitter.”
He walks off towards where his brother and England are standing. Both of them look up, sadness in America's eyes, and confusion in England's.
“Can we talk,” Canada asks quietly. It's time someone grew up. It might as well be him.
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anonymous
September 30 2011, 23:30:17 UTC
This was very niii~ce! I feel for India, actually, probably more than you intended your readers to feel. But she REALLY should have kept America out of it.
Re: Paint the Story I wish to Read 3/3
anonymous
October 3 2011, 13:45:06 UTC
I felt so sorry for everyone! America, because he was the one being hurt, England, because he couldn't understand why America acted like that, and India, because she had been so hurt by England that she now hated him and couldn't look past that fact.
I was surprised by you choosing India but it seemed to fit.
One of the lines I most remember from this fill is: It's time someone grew up. It might as well be him.
I only wish that there could be more, like what happened afterwards.
Revolts were mostly ignored. Pranks, childish yes, but annoying nonetheless, were merely looked at with a raised eyebrow and then England had forced her to clean up the results. She'd been infuriated at being colonized, and it had always scared Canada and the others with the force of her sheer hate. Usually however, as long as she left the others out of her fury, most of the Empire pretended not to see what as going on.
Canada was re-evaluating his policy of pretended ignorance towards the India Situation as Australia termed it. He'd ignored it for as long as he could, but now she was hurting his brother in her revenge, and while Canada could forgive a great deal...
America was his brother. He can't forgive that.
But every time he goes to tell America what's really going on, to not pay attention to India's cruel words, he gets side tracked. France will pull him aside to ask how he is doing, or Netherlands invites him to go out hiking. Pakistan even got him to work on a trade agreement once, when he'd meant to speak to his brother.
England deserves to be taken down a peg or two he knows. The other nation means well enough, but by the very nation of his being an Empire, and a quarter of the world owing him allegiance, there is a power imbalance that can't be crossed.
He starts to move off to where America and England are standing, touching but not touching, praying that his usual invisibility would kick in and he'd get there without being stopped. He makes it almost halfway there when India grabs his arm, dark eyes black with anger.
“Don't you dare,” she hisses. “I will have this if nothing else.”
Suddenly Canada is tired of it all. Tired of the lying, the ignoring, all of it. He could ignore everything she's done up till now, but this is going too far. America is his brother, and England as good as a father-figure as he's got. He's tired of the fighting, the way it all happens behind their back. He's Canada, and not some beholden nation to India. He's not going to put up with this any longer - and why should he? He's not India. There's nothing she can really do to him.
“He's my brother.”
“Then he shouldn't have gotten involved with him,” she snarls back. When Canada had first met her, he'd thought her the most lovely thing in the world. Now, he looks down and pities her.
“He's my brother and I owe you nothing,” Canada replies and shakes her arm off. “I'm sorry you can't help but be so bitter.”
He walks off towards where his brother and England are standing. Both of them look up, sadness in America's eyes, and confusion in England's.
“Can we talk,” Canada asks quietly. It's time someone grew up. It might as well be him.
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I was surprised by you choosing India but it seemed to fit.
One of the lines I most remember from this fill is: It's time someone grew up. It might as well be him.
I only wish that there could be more, like what happened afterwards.
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