Hey guys~ Anyways, HetaOni is an awesome game so I decided to make this. Enjoy my totally crappy story.

Warnings: Character death (Maybe) and pretty sad. *Shrugs* Not so sad to make you cry, but pretty sad.

It was simple, just a small promise the two of us made while walking with a few other nations towards that house Italy talked about.

"Fere... Could we walk home together after this?"

I smiled at him, not caring that he called me "brother." Sometimes I wished we could be a bit more than that.

"Sure thing! I promise we will! The hero always helps the damsel get home!"

I shouldn't have said that. I'm no hero, and Canada was never a damsel. He was the hero and I was the one in need of saving. And Canada did save me. I wonder, though, why? Why was it him? He was an angel that shouldn't have been touched. Ever.

"AMERICA!"

-Shatter-

His glasses broke on the ground, drenched in the blood that he spilt saving me. ME.

"C-canada...? Canada, quit playing jokes... Your eyes are open."

Nations don't die. That was what we have been told our whole lives. We can't die, and we never will. We will forever feel the pain of our people, act on our people's actions, and mourn with our people over tragedies. That was what I always thought, and I desperately tried to hold onto the belief the moment I bent down and shook Canada. I tried to get him to come up and say something. Say anything. And I only got a deep, raspy breath that flew out of his body, which would have been music to my ears, until I realized something.

"I... love you."

He gave me a smile, which would have been beautiful, if it wasn't broken. And it showed then that his wings were torn apart. But I didn't believe it. He was an angel, he can't die if he was already from heaven. It was impossible.

"I- I!"

I nearly choked on my own words, trying my best to spill it. Tell him everything. Somehow show him, even if it was just a small gesture.

"I love you too! I always have! D-don't worry Canada, I'll stop the bleeding!"

I pressed down on the wound with my bomber jacket, and realized much too quickly that everything was silent.

No response.

"Canada?"

And slowly...

"... Canada...?"

I realized...

"...CANADA!"

He was gone.

Everything inside of me that kept me confident, happy, outgoing... It just disappeared in an instant. And I sobbed alone. All alone, with no one there to watch me as I just stared at my brother's lifeless body.

"Give me another chance... One more... I'll do anything to keep him alive."

I'd do anything to keep the promise I made with him. Absolutely anything. I would become a murderer just so he and I can walk home together, hand in hand, smiles on our faces.

And every time, I wonder to myself, how many times have I broken my promise with him? How many time-loops do we need to finally repair that small promise and fulfill it? And most of all...

How many times has he saved my life?