Canada

Chapter 3: War!

Once upon a time on a farm two brothers worked... Canada ploughed the ground sweating profusely under the hot sun. Across the field America also worked the two seem a couple of years apart with America having just entered his teens. Suddenly Canada threw down his tools!

"He's never coming back!" Canada shouted at his brother who had thrown down his own tools and ran to the younger boy.

"Don't say that!" America grabbed Canada's shoulders "Matt, promise me you won't say that again!" The two slumped to the ground holding each other "Remember the harder we work the more we tell Dad how much we love him! With enough work he'll be back in no time, he's very busy in Europe!"

Canada hugged his brother close "Sometimes... sometimes I feel so alone... so abandoned... I dream things about wild places... about horrible things"

"Hey" America pushed his brother away and wiped the tears from his eyes "You are not alone! I am right here and being the Hero I will always be here! We just need to be patient Dad will be back..."

The two brothers comforted each other and eventually when Canada felt better and America felt his brother was okay they got up and continued their daily labours. That night when America and Canada returned to their cabin America prepared supper with Canada watching fascinated. America started boiling the water turning around and laughing as Canada hesitantly cut a few crooked carrot slices, America slipped behind Canada and steadied his hands. Soon enough the soup was ready and Canada leaned over the table mouth open for America to spoon feed him. America chuckled giving spoonful after spoonful to his little brother. That night as Canada and America slept on their straw mattress there was a knock at the door, America rose to greet the late night visitor, Canada awoke to hear part of it.

"Francis is coming?" America to a shadowed peasant

"His arrived just a little while ago it appears he and Acadia intend to invade"

"I do not believe this, I can't believe this England would warn us!"

"England has abandoned us America open your eyes!"

"No I will not believe that, he must be held up trying to talk some sense into the French!"

Canada sat up and called for his brother "America?"

The two voices stop sharply and America inhales through his teeth.

"Where is Dad America?" Canada yawned "Is he coming to visit us?"

America went back to their bed and tucked Canada back in "He sent us a message, he said he was sorry he couldn't stop by for awhile but he..." America fought back some tears as Canada's eyes drooped, biting his lip he continued "But he wants to visit very soon, and wants to know all about how you've grown..."

Silently Canada fell asleep.

America turned to the nightly visitor " They will not invade us, France will visit Acadia and then leave, Briton has not abandoned us..."

The next day when Canada awoke America was nowhere to be found, but beside his bed a long wrapped gift with a note attached to it claiming it was for him. The note scrawled in untidy handwriting read: "Dear Canada America has told me how much you've grown, I long to see for myself but I am very busy in Europe, maybe next year you could come with me... I want you to be safe until my arrival please accept this token of an absent fathers love.

Yours truly

Your Dad: England"

Canada blushed gripping the note to his chest ready to tell America he was right England hadn't abandoned them! Opening the present Canada found a plain but well made sword. Biting his lips he tied it to his waist puffing out his chest and walking around the room giggling. Then Canada saw the Red coats that British regulars wore, without a thought he slipped into one of the smaller coats which was a little too big for him but Canada didn't mind because he felt it made a dashing figure, with that Canada left the cabin. Outside Canada noticed most of the chores had been done and so he finished what little there was left to do... Canada fed the cows with a few scoops of hay. Looking up he noticed two blue clad riders their horses shuffled nervously. Canada waved to them smiling.

"Canada!" America charged out of the woods wielding a musket "Get out of here!"

Canada eyes widened as he watched the lead rider pull out a pistol and level it at him. America halted and fired his musket at the rider, the musket ball missed but the horse reared in fear. France took aim as the horse reared and fired a shot at Canada grazing his coat.

"Run Canada!" America shouted "I'll hold them off!" fixing his bayonet he charged the riders.

Canada turned to run as the rider dropped the pistol and drew a wicked and finely decorated sword. Running into the woods he heard the galloping of hooves chasing him and the clash of steel on wood. Heart pounding Canada headed north to the St. Lawrence. A root caught the young colonies foot twisting his ankle badly turning he saw the rider. Instead of trampling the boy the rider dismounted drawing his sword; Canada was struck by how alike they looked the blue eyes, the blond hair. The only difference being the contrast from red and blue and the waved hair against straight.

"W-who are you?" Canada bit his lip.

"I am Acadia, and you will die today!" Acadia approached pulling out a pistol.

...To Be Continued...