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The blond Canadian sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he lazily watched the other countries argue like five year olds. It was a little sad, really. But as much as Canada would love to give his opinion, it wouldn't be heard, simply because no one noticed him. Sure, the Canadian was used to it, but that didn't mean he hated it any less.

He then felt someone tap on his shoulder and, naturally, he looked up. You flashed him a smile, sitting next to him. "Hey there, Canada!"

"H-Hey!" He stammered, smiling, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. Oh yeah, there was one person who noticed him: you. He had become friends with you at one of the world meetings, and now the two of you had become best friends, though the Canadian wanted to be more. You were cute, nice, and you noticed him. He'd be crazy not to fall in love with you. But the poor blond was so shy, he could never muster up the courage to ask you out. So he decided that, for now, he could deal with just being friends.

So the Canadian struck up a conversation with you, but after a few minutes, he noticed something strange; for some reason, you kept looking over at America, almost looking eager. But Canada told himself he was just imagining things and he didn't comment.

Time passed far too quickly for Canada's taste and the world meeting was over.

The Canadian cleared his throat and was about to ask if you wanted to go out with him to get pancakes- but he was interrupted by a certain American glomping you. "Hey, ____!" America said cheerfully.

Canada didn't miss the blush that covered your cheeks. "Hey, America."

"Hey, dude, can you come with me? There's something I need to ask." You nodded and followed the American blond, leaving a flustered, and rather upset, Canadian behind you.

It wasn't stalking; he was merely observing. Peeking his head out from behind the wall, he quietly listened. "H-Hey, ____." America stuttered, turning tomato red. "Do you want to go out with me?" The Canadian's eyes widened; his own brother was asking you out?!

"Yes!" You replied cheerfully, hugging him. Horror coursed through Canada. But it wasn't your response that truly broke him; it was when you pressed your lips to America's. Canada did the only thing he could at this point- he ran away, tears streaking down his flushed cheeks. His heart was completely and utterly broken.

But there was one thing he knew for sure: he wasn't the same Canadian anymore.

Canada was changing and, in all honesty, it was scaring you. He had grown his hair out and he kept it in a messy ponytail, and he carried around a hockey stick tainted red. You weren't sure you wanted to know why it was red. But what scared you the most was his eyes; they were cold and empty, no longer the innocent eyes he'd once had. He had become rude, cursed a lot, and he was constantly sarcastic and mean. You wanted to know what happened that changed your best friend this much.

Which was why you were driving with America over to Canada's house; the American didn't say it out loud, but you knew he was worried too. You stopped the car in front of Canada's house and walked to the front door with America. You rapped your knuckles on the door and impatiently waited for the blond Canadian. The door opened and Canada looked at the two of you, glaring coldly. "What the hell do you want?"

You glared coldly back. "Let us in. Now."

Still glaring, he opened the door wider. "Sure thing your majesty." He spat sarcastically. You bit back the retort you so wanted to yell; you were really getting tired of his bullshit.

"Canada, what's wrong with you?" You asked as you entered the room with America. "You've been acting completely out of character all week!"

There was a moment of silence before the Canadian spoke up again. "I need to talk to my brother in private. So get out."

"But-!"

"Out. Now." He hissed. You shot him a hard glare, but you walked to the kitchen, softly closing the door behind you. You sighed and leaned against the light blue wall, your arms crossed over your chest as you scowled at the tile floor. What did that damn Canadian not want you to hear?!

You then heard the sound of screaming and arguing in the other room and you flinched. What could they be yelling about? You then heard whacking sounds and more screams- of pain. Your eyes widening, you thru the door open and your hands flew to your mouth as you stared in horror.

America lay on the floor, his blood spilling onto the floor, unconscious. Canada stood over him, his blood drenched hockey stick held firmly in his hands as he turned to look at you, his eyes cold and insane. "W-Why......?" You breathed, tears welling up in your eyes.

His cold blue eyes met yours. "Because I love you." Before you could react, he grabbed you and threw you on the couch, getting on top of you. "I've always loved you, you know." He murmured as he began to kiss your neck. "Always. But you noticed my idiot brother more. So you know what?" He moved away from you neck to look you in the eye. "I snapped. Not that I mind, the old me would never have the courage to claim you."

He crashed his lips down on yours, his hand moving to your shirt as he began to unbutton it. You couldn't move to hit him, he was just too strong. You felt him fumble with the zipper of your jeans and you were ready to cry. Oh god.......You prayed that America would wake up and be a hero.

Because if there was anything you needed right now, it was a hero.

THE END