I fell asleep, I usually stay awake but, I couldn't keep my eyes open. I was hurting, my stress levels were all over the place, and hell I overdid myself to a point I didn't know what was happening!
I think an hour passed and I heard my eldest brother humming, I woke up to him carrying me home.
"Canada?" I asked a bit worried he'd yell at me. Luckily he didn't-? Why didn't he yell at me?
" your awake! ^^ good to know, how are you feeling? You feeling alright? How's your foot? How bad does it hurt? Do we need to g-" I cut canada off by hugging him and mumbling an sorry.
"I'm sorry, I really am...." I said let tears fall down my face.
"America! You don't need to be sorry, I-I'm sorry! Gosh, I should've treated you better, I worried for you baby brother! I don't know what I would do without you!" Canada said a bit worried.
"First, I'm not baby- Second, I'm fine... third, my ankle hurts a bit but I'll be fine dear brother." I said forcing myself a smile.
Canada chuckled a bit, I love my brother, he's aways been there for me... I was ten years old when I moved in within him, he doesn't know why I ran away from Father and Mother. He really shouldn't know, he'd kill Father. I know Canada would hurt Father more then he hurt me.
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I know this is a short chapter, the next chapter will be a bit— heavy, sad, and interesting! (Your's truly Willow<3)
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America's Death
RandomIt was all a normal day, Canada and America where at there father's house sipping tea. America's seems to be a lot more quieter than usual, He'll sit in his bed quietly thinking, Canada and Australia would check on America but America would stay Qui...
