//(1763, Paris)//

His mama was yelling at him in the kitchen. She was screaming something in english to him, the only words Canada could make out were names.

"NU! Yua cent tarn Canada ontu sum english twat! Hi's already besterd loki yua, Britan! Yua end yuar dambess Thirteen cen hot thi road!" His mama screamed. She was really angry at him, even angrier then when Canada accidentally walked into her office.

Something crashed against the wall and Canada held his ears. He didn't like when his mama's angry.

"BLUUDY HILL FRANCE! Eri yua insane?! Canada os mach bittir woth mi thin e sociopath like yua, pllas yua dun't hevi e choice du yua?" Yelled back the other guy in the room. He had a funny accent and was really mad as well.

The two kept fighting and screaming. Canada slouched down to the floor, holding his ears. His grandpa joined in, he was even angrier then France. Soon enough though, they were all quiet and left the room with a small piece of paper.

Grandpa grabbed him by the arm and threw Canada up to the ground. He muttered some complaints about his tardiness. "You have two minutes to grab your things, Mr Britain is taking you home."

"Wha...What?" He slapped his wrist. "Sorry... I'll get my shoes."

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Mr. Britain's house is really fancy. It has pretty white walls of marble and lots of portraits. There was this big one of him in his fancy king wear, one of him and Thirteen in his office. Speaking of Thirteen Colonies, he's sorta nice.

"Su yua dun't spiek english roght?"

"What?"

He blinked in dumbfounded confusion. "wueh... lotirelly unly french?"

"French? Um yeah. My mama doesn't like me speaking english."

Thirteen colonies wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Don't worry I know a little french. Britain teaches me some." He flipped his hair and grabbed my shoes and coat, the only items from my old home. "Now let's get you all fixed up."

//(1775, Britain's Mansion)//

Canada walked through the empty halls of the grand manor. It was a sad silent. Thirteen never let it be this quiet, talking about Thirteen, he should be back from the city anytime soon. He's already been gone for a good five hours.

SLAM!

"THAT LITTLE SHIT! WHAT A-" Britain threw open the door inside and stomped through. His eyes were a fiery red and he was so so angry. Canada felt a shiver in his spine as Britain stomped towards him. It intensified when he realized Thirteen Colonies wasn't behind him. "CANADA!"

"Y-yes father?"

Britain knelt down to Canada's height. "You know where Thirteen Colonies is?"

"The city? He was going to the city right?"

Britain shook his head and laughed. An insane laugh. "No... he left to fight me! His own father!"

Britain squeezed Canada's shoulders. This only scared Canada more. "Is he not coming back?"

"Oh I'll make sure he comes back, then I'll teach him a lesson. He won't be able to leave me every again." He let go of the colony and began to walk upstairs to his office.

"He left us... and doesn't want to come back?" Canada's gut felt hollow.

"He left because he hates us, hates you. He said he didn't want to be part of this family anymore."

Canada shook his head. "Brother doesn't hate me. H-he said I'm his best friend."

"He has a new best friend, kingdom of France. He doesn't need you anymore. It's about time you say the same." Britain walked up the stairs and left Canada alone in the dark hallway.

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"CANADA! I've looked all over for you!" Thirteen rushed across the road to the small colony. "I'm fighting for my independence now! Soon enough I'm going to be America, sounds cool doesn't it?" Canada subtly nodded and tiptoed away. "What's wrong?"

"Why... why are you here." Canada asked.

America tilted his head. "Because you're my little brother. Even though your Catholic and French you still deserve a little shot at freedom. You can get rid of those easy peasy."

"Am I your brother?"

"Duh, what is with you today. Now hurry up, revolution waits for no one." America went to grab Canada.

He flinched away. Thirteen was Britain's favourite, or at least Canada thought so. If he was going to hurt America if he revolted then what would happen if he did.

Canada felt a nonexistent hand on his shoulder, a whisper of a threat, a warning if he stepped out of line. His breathing sped up and he walked away from his brother. "No no no no no. I can't die, I can't change. Britain will get mad, you know what happens when he's mad."

"C'mon, you'll be fine. We'll run the decks and be friends like always. You want to be friends right?"

Canada felt sick to his stomach as the invisible hand gripped tighter. He couldn't misbehave, not again, never again. "Leave America."

"What?"

"L-leave me just like you want to. I want you back into the empire, then we can be happy, but father said he'll hurt you if he ever found you again." Canada held back tears as he looked at his brother. America was angry, maybe even sad at Canada but he didn't show it.

He grabbed Canada and squeezed him. "I'll come back for you when I'm strong. You'll turn around, and I'll save you."

Then he left.

Perhaps forever.

//(1812, Lower Canada-America border)//

"Canada!"

"America? What are you doing here?" Canada squinted his eyes, was he really back?

America still had blue hair, one side covering his left eye with stars all over it. That was new. "Yeah I'm back little bro! I've come to free you from our father!"

Canada blinked at him. "What do you mean free? You left me for 36 years just to come back to free me?"

"Yep." He cheerfully walked up to him. "I promised you 36 years ago that when I was stronger I would come back and rescue from Britain. Plus UK is kind of being jerk and you're a bit of an easy target." He was now right in front of Canada and grabbed his wrist.

Canada ripped his wrist away as America began to try and tow him back to his side of the border. "What the hell! You came to my land just to piss off father?"

"Well not entirely-"

"I don't care! I'm never going with you, I can't disappoint father. Have a good life America, sorry I can't be in it." Canada turned away and walked back to his fort.

He was caught off guard when he was dragged to the ground by his wrist. He grunted as he picked himself off the ground. He elbowed America right in the chest and America stumbled. He picked up Canada by his collar. "That wasn't a question. I don't wanna hurt you more then I have to."

Canada spat in his face. "You didn't have to come here at all- ACK!" Canada fell to the ground and bit his tongue to prevent crying. His hand was laced with burns which spotted out from his red skin. America stomped on a match. "You... you monster."

"Canada... I'm sorry. But I...I-" In instinct, he leaned down to comfort his little brother but was slapped away.

"GET AWAY FROM ME! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!" Canada got up from the dirty ground and between tears pushed America, hard. America fell with a clear fud as Canada made an escape back to his fort. "Britain was right, I should have never trusted him."

//(1917, Halifax)//

America stands by the Dominion of Canada. It's a cold and quite dark night, perfectly matching the mood in the air. Canada is sitting on a piece of rubble cleaning up some wounds, "I didn't expect you to come over. Don't you have something better to do?"

America chuckles a little, "What else would I do then support my little brother?"

"It wouldn't be the first time." Canada grumbled. "Remember when we were kids, and we used to run around these docks? Not a care in the world?"

"And Britain would yell at us not to slip, oh and then once we climbed aboard a boat and pre tended to be sailors?"

"I was the sailor, you were always the captain. I'm captain freedom of the SS. AMERICA!" Canada mocked, acting as if he was a kid.

America laughed and elbowed his brother. "I'm sailor maple, reporting for duty!" He raised his hand to salute and Canada cracked a little laugh. "Why did we ever stop doing that?"

The mood dropped and the younger brother let out a small sigh. "You left, I stayed. Dad told me you had left me for good, that you hated me. You know when you won the war he ripped up everything that even talked about you. Y'know that painting of us in dad's office?"

"Aww that's a cute one."

Canada shook his head. "Not anymore, he ripped it to shreds. I tried to stop him but, look what that got me." He sighed, touching his eyepatch.

America felt a pit drop in his stomach. "I'm your older brother, I should've been there protecting you. But I can't change the past, from now on let's be real brothers. No wars, burnt capitals, bad family members, none of it." America held up his hand. "Brothers?"

Canada smiled. "Brothers."

///(1940, Pearl Harbour)///

Canada sat by his brother, wiping some blood off of his various cuts and bruises. America looked down, covered head to toe in debris and explosion burns. "You shouldn't be here, It's not safe."

"I'm not going to leave my big brother while your covered in blood and dirt." Canada wrapped some bandages around Ame's bigger wounds. "Stupid woman, playing her stupid war games."

America glanced back at the disgusting rubble, glass and blood that now dotted the once serene beaches of Hawaii. He felt sick to his stomach.

"Hey look at me!" Canada turned his brother's head away from the destruction. "We're declaring war on her and... and we'll make her wish she didn't ever touch you."

America looked to his little brother and laughed, "When did you worry about me? I swear just a few years ago you swore off talking with me."

"Well things change." He pulled the bandage harder, "People change. Your my brother even if you are the worst human scum on earth some times."

"Ow! Don't pull that bandage so hard."

"Sorry."

America stretched, getting up. "Now Can-Can, we have a genocidal manic to declare war on, and beat the hell out of. You in?"

Canada broke a smile and looped his arm around the injured American. "Brothers?"

"Brothers!"

//(1945, Paris)//

"CANADA! WE DID IT! WE DID IT!" Canada was tackled by his brother in a massive bear hug. Canada hugged him back and laughed.

They were covered in blood and tears, they were only a step there. But seeing his mother alive and kissing his father...

That was enough to celebrate.

"Hey guys don't leave me out!" Laughed Aussie jumping on the two, tumbling them to the ground. France and Britain just giggled softly at the teenagers silliness. They were finally being a family again. "Bro are you crying? DAD CANADA HAS EMOTIONS!" Screamed Aussie.

Canada wiped his face. "Oh shut up."

America looped his arm around Canada's shoulder. "Get up dude. I think France has some fancy shamcy wine for us to try. Right?"

France rolled her eyes and smiled. "Maybe, just for you strong boys."

"WOOT! WINE!" Australia whipped his hands in the air. Canada sighed and shook his head as America towed him to a bar.

"C'mon boys, let's have a break." Britain said before sighing. "We still need to save the rest of Europe from that... that monster."

France gripped Britain's hand hard, her bandages loose. Little cuts and bruises showing against her navy skin.

Canada looked to the east. They had a lot to go, he still needed to free his friend in Amsterdam.

But for now, he was going to drink with his brothers.

///( Late 1950s, NATO headquarters)///

"CANADA!"

America slammed open the door to Canada's office and looked downright mad. Canada slowly turned around in his chair with a fake smile. "America, why are you here?"

America slammed down a photograph on his desk. "Ahem, who is this?"

"Cuba? Why are you so angry?"

"Maple man, do not play games with me! You know she's like my number one enemy!"

Canada turned and continued to type on his computer. "America, the USSR is your number one enemy."

"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" America grumbled and massaged his head. "A little birdie told me you were seeing her! I thought you were on my side dude!"

"I am on your side, Ame. I've liked her since we were kids, this shouldn't be a surprise. I mean we've been dating since WW2."

"YOU'VE BEEN DATING THAT LONG AND NEVER TOLD ME!" America leaned on Canada and sighed. "Mexico didn't tell me that! Augh... I swear to god you can be the absolute worse."

Canada patted America's hand. "I suppose, but you're stuck with me aren't 'cha?"

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