Big Brother is M i n e
America had known, even if he grew faster than Canada, he was still younger than the other.
He always knew, even if Canada was lesser known, and he pretended to forget-even though he had a shrine of his older brother hidden in his house- that he'd always love Canada.
Canada was his everything, his one and only.
No matter what had happened between them, America would always love him.
And that's why, Prussia had to die.
America had seen the two grow closer. He'd caught them kissing, and it made him feel something inside him, something burning, and ugly rear it's head in his mind. It made him feel, to somewhat express it, the opposite of happy.
Usually he was always happy, because America always thought about Canada. But, seeing Big Brother kiss Prussia, finally pushed him over the edge. He wanted anyone who touched Canada- no, Matthew dead. Because Matthew belonged to Alfred. Big Brother would always be there for Alfred, and Alfred would make sure of it.
Even if he had to take Matthew by force, simply because no one would taint his big brother, because Alfred wanted to do that himself.
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Big Brother is M I N E
FanfictionAmerica has always known two things. 1. He loved Canada 2. Canada belongs to him, and him only. Until a certain Prussian pushes him over his breaking point. [Ok, so I kinda found this picture on Pinterest, so if anyone knows who made this PLEASE FOR...
