[Fanfic] Your Soundless Voice, Your Proof of Life
Title: Your Soundless Voice, Your Proof of Life
Author/Artist: Moi~
Character(s) or Pairing(s): AmeriCanada, ending has England, France, Germany, Prussia and Japan.
Rating:PG...PG-13
Warnings: Minor language, twincest if you see America and Canada as twins; if not then nothingto worry about that, ummm...Character death. Ummm...It took me 3 hours to write this...and when I finished I teared up...but I think that was a combination of the fact I finished late at night and the songs I was listening to. xD;
Summary: It was supposed to be a simple cold, what happened? Based off of Rin's Proof of Life and Len's Soundless Voice.
It started with a simple cold. America thought of it as nothing when he saw his friend, brother, and lover having a small coughing fit. Well sure it was unusual, but what could he do? The rest of the nations seemed to have colds as well. He was trying to get his economy in order; he was already beyond the point of the Great Depression. This would take years to fix, he knew this already, but America was determined to fix this. America gave an apologetic smile to Canada, once Canada stopped coughing. Canada gave a half-hearted frown of disapproval.
A few years pass, its spring time, and America’s economy has recovered enough where the other nations are grateful for their cold symptoms have gone away, except Canada’s, his seemed to get worse as everyone’s got better.
“Hey! Mattie! Wait up, bro!” Canada, turned around sniffled as he looked at America.
“What is it, Al? I’m feeling like crap right now, I don’t have time for your antics right now.” America smiled and shrugged off the comment, knowing full well that it was just Canada being grumpy due to his sickness. His smile vanished as he looked at Canada’s puffy, sleep deprived eyes. America bent down and picked up Canada, “Ugh! Alfred, please don’t do that so quickly...I’m going to be sick...” Canada said covering his mouth.
“I figured this will be the only way you’re getting to my place, since you can barely walk on your own.” America smiled his cheesy Hollywood smile he could manage while looking at his weakened friend. Canada slowly removed his hand from his mouth, “if you feel out of balanced at all you know you can put your arms around my neck help you out.”
“My arms are really sore to lift up on my own.” He complained, “My whole body hurts actually, I really wish I knew what was going on with everything. I hope the people aren’t trying to do a civil war or something.” America frowned at the thought of a civil war. He remembered his own pain, and remembered how hard it was to do so much as blink.
“I haven’t heard anything about rebellion there.” America stated beginning to walk forward and head out the door, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from the crowded sidewalks.
“That’s the thing, I haven’t either. I’ve been paying attention to the news every chance I can. But, it’s nothing but the normal things that happen every day. This worries me so much that I have not even the slightest idea what’s going on with my people.”
“Well, ask your boss. They would know.” Canada felt his head get heavy and leaned it against America’s shoulder for support.
“I’ve been asking. They know nothing about what’s going on,” He shut his eyes, “My economy, according to them, has fully recovered. The people’s morale is relatively high. So why am so sick?”Canada had small coughing fit. America arrived to his front door, slowly lowered Canada to his feet, but kept one arm around him to help him to remain standing as he fumbled with his keys. America helped Canada walk into the living room and had him lay down on the couch.
“Now that’s your laying down, let me help you out some.” America said kissing Canada’s forehead. It felt warm to his lips. America frowned and placed a hand over his forehead, “You’re burning up!”
“Is that why it feels so cold in here? I was about to ask why your house was cold since you hate the cold.”
“Um...Matt, its 72 in here.”
“In Celsius please.”
“That might take a bit for me to convert.” Canada frowned as he looked over at America who was now trying to count on his fingers. Canada didn’t understand why American hadn’t converted over to the metric systems. Like the rest of the world seemed to do, “...22...23...21…something like that.”
“Is it really that warm in here?” Canada groaned.
“Well 20s for me is freezing, just so you know...”
“I know it is.” America laughed a bit as he walked out of living room and went to get a rag and a bowl of ice water. He dropped the rag in the water as he brought the bowl into the living room.
“This is going to feel really cold.”
“Is tha- AH IT’S COLD!” Canada yelped as the cold rag as placed on his forehead. After a few moments it started to feel better.
“I’m going to see if I have something to knock you out so you can sleep.”
“I’ve been-“
“No you haven’t don’t lie to me. We were raised with each other before Arthur and Francis took us apart. And then we lived together again when Arthur took you from Francis. We’re neighbors, we’re friends, and we’re lovers...when I’m on your good side...I know when you’re lying. Plus your eyes are puffy, and you’re falling asleep. I know just the stuff to knock you out. Be warned you might have some weird dreams though.” America smiled and walked upstairs to his room to check his cabinet for medicine. He grabbed the small bottle of Nyquil D and ran back downstairs. He looked at the recommended dosage and gave him it. Canada’s nose wrinkled at the smell of it, but took it none-the-less.
“Augh! That taste like shit! What the hell was is it?!”
“Nyquil. You’ll be asleep shortly. This stuff always knocks me out when I couldn’t sleep because of a cold.” Canada frowned, he hated the syrup known as Nyquil. But, sure enough within a few minutes he felt extremely sleepy and fell asleep on the couch. America, who was reading a comic book, carried the sleeping nation upstairs to his bedroom and let him sleep on the bed.
A few months pass, it’s the middle of October, while, America has planned many things for the upcoming Halloween holiday, but he couldn’t of planned on this.
“There’s a wide spread outbreak of the Motaba virus in Ontario, Canada. The cities that have been infected have been put under lock down. Medical facilities have been working on developing a vaccine for the virus. For more information please go to--” America promptly turned off the TV and pulled out his cell phone and called Canada.
“He-Hello” Canada coughed. America swallowed as he attempted to reply back.
“He-Hey Mattie.”
“Alfred...Hi...” His voice sounded weak.
“I’m coming to visit.” It’s all America could say.
“But...Al...The virus...They won’t let you come see me.”
“I’ll make them let me. I’m a nation, not a human, I can’t get sick unless my people are sick or my economy has crashed.”
“It won’t matter. They’ve closed the roads to the cities that are infected. And the boarder leading into Ontario has been closed.”
“It’s only Ontario right...? The other parts of you are fine right?” There was silence on the other end, “Right, Mattie?”
“No...it’s all over, they just don’t know it yet.” America’s grip on his phone loosened and it fell to the ground. The clatter made America come back to his senses a little, he scrambled to pick up the phone again.
“What do you mean? They said they had the cities where it was at quarantined! Matt...”
“They are...but I have a feeling that’s your news casts making it sound less serious than it is, so your people don’t panic. Canadian borders are closed. All of them.”
“But, you just said!”
“I know what I said.” A sigh, “Look, my government and my medical facilities are doing their best to fight this. As am I. Alfred do not worry about me. I’ll be fine.” His voice sounded like it cheered up some. Canada hoped that America would believe him, even if on the other side of the line he was silently crying, very warm tears, “Anyways...I’m really tired, I’m going to sleep some more. I’ll call you in the morning.” America heard the click on the other end and stared down at his phone. If America has his way, and oh he will get it, he’ll be there by the time Canada wakes up.
Canada looked at his phone and sobbed a bit, he knew there wasn’t a cure for this disease. He knew that nothing would stop it. He placed his face into his hands and fell over on his bed and cried. Kumajiro looked up sadly at his master. Even though he could never remember his master’s name, he felt bad for him.
America, boarded his private plane as soon as he could, carrying as much as he could carry. His boss trying to call him repeatedly to stop him from going over to Canada, but nothing would stop him tonight. He needed to be with Canada, his Canada, his Matthew. He flew all night to get there. When he landed in Canada the police immediately tried to detain him for entering Canadian air way, but America just shoved them off, showing his badges, his papers, just about anything that would prove to them that he wasn’t just any old normal Joe flying in. His phone kept ringing, his voice mail must be full by now. He was lucky that his boss called Canada’s boss and told them that he was coming. Unfortunately they told him that he needed to be detained and sent back to America at once. Oh hell no, America was not going back not now.
“I’ve got to get to Matthew!” He said running past the police and other people. He happened to spot a police officer getting out of a car, which he promptly pushed the police man over and jumped into the car and drove off. “Man, my boss is going to be so pissed when he finds out what I did.” America said to himself. He drove all the way to Canada’s house, speeding the whole time. When he reached Canada’s house he ran up the front porch steps and searched for the spare key. He found it when the police that were following him caught up. America opened the door and shut it behind him once he way inside, locking it behind him. He ran to Canada’s room.
When he approached the room he saw Canada sleeping heavily on his bed with Kumajiro leaning against him for warmth. He sighed in relief to see him sleeping somewhat peacefully. Kumajiro noticed America and got up from the bed and walked off mumbling to himself about being hungry or something. America toed off his shoes and crawled into Canada’s bed, placing his arms around the shivering male. Canada’s shirt was large on him and had slipped off one of his shoulders. America kissed the exposed skin and pulled the sleeve up more to recover the shoulder. He also pulled up the covers more on Canada.
Canada’s eyes slowly opened, his head turned to look up at a pair of the most worried blue eyes he had ever seen.
“Al...What are you doing here...?”
“I’ve come to stay with you until you get better.” There was a loud pounding on the door, accompanied by the sounds of yelling, but muffled, voices.
“Al what did you do, coming here!” Canada sat up quickly, but soon regretted doing that.
“Um...well I flew in, they tried to detain me, I resisted, I kinda fought them off...um...then I stole a police car, and drove here. I would say I was speeding.”
“Alfred...” Canada growled, getting out of his bed.
“Stay in bed, you’re too sick to go answer the door.”
“They’ll break it down...”
“They’ll deal with a hungry Kumajiro then, won’t they?” Canada rolled his eyes as he slowly made his aching body move down the stairs to answer the door.
“Can I help you, officer?”
“Yes we were following a man here, he took off into your house.”
“I know he did.”
“Pardon?”
“He’s upstairs.” Canada coughed, and sniffled, “I can try and call him down for you.”
“Umm...I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Why’s that?” The man pointed behind Canada, he slowly turned to see America standing on the stairs looking guilty, then he noticed Kumajiro sitting in front of the stairs drooling, giving a slightly hungry look. Had Canada forgot to put his food down for him? “That’s just Kumajiro, he won’t hurt you. Alfred, get over here.”
“No way man, your polar bear is blocking my path. And he’s drooling. He’d eat me alive.” Canada sighed.
“Again, it’s no trouble...Sorry to bother you. I’ll let you get some rest. I’m sure they’ll come up with a cure for your illness soon. Have a nice day.” Canada blinked as the officer ran off.
“Good boy, Kumajiro! Fooling the police into thinking you were vicious.” America petted Kumajiro’s head. Canada looked over at America.
“You know damn well Kumajiro wouldn’t of eaten you.”
“Yeah but they didn’t. Besides I’m not leaving you alone with a polar bear that can’t remember your name or who you are.” Canada sighed. When America wanted something, America got it. There was no way around that.
Day after day, it seemed to only get worse for Canada. His death rate was rising every day, and nobody was getting any better, thus causing Canada only to get worse.
America woke up one morning to Canada already up and dressed. He looked healthier.
“Mattie, you look awake and well.”
“I feel good too, which is weird considering yesterday I felt so bad.”
“That’s good. That means your people are getting better right?”
“Or at least have sta-“ a cough, “Stabilized.”
“Well whatever the case, why don’t we do something fun.”
“I was thinking about eating some pancakes, I haven’t had them in so long. And there’s fresh snow on the ground, why don’t we take a walk in it. It’s been a while since I got some fresh air.”
“That sounds awesome.” America smiled.
After they finished eating their pancakes, with loads of maple syrup of course, they got bundled up and walked outside. It was freezing out to America, beyond freezing rather. Though there was no wind, which was lucky for him. Canada took his gloved hand and squeezed as tightly as he could, as they began walking through the small forest in Canada’s backyard.
The fresh air smelt good to Canada, it felt good too. The quiet was more than welcomed. America let go of Canada’s hand to run a head to point out some icicle hanging from a tree branch.
“Wow, look at it, Mattie.” Canada smiled, his cheeks and nose red from the cold. America looked back at the icicles, and smiled at them. A sudden wind gust caught him off guard; he closed his eyes and braced the cold. He opened his eyes and looked back at the icicles, a small crack in one was enough for it give way. It fell to the snowy ground with a soft, muffled thud. Then he heard a louder one.
America quickly turned around and saw Canada laying on the ground, face down in the snow, passed out.
“Shit! Mattie! Mattie!” He ran over and picked up the weakened nation, “let’s get you inside.” America retraced his footsteps back to Canada’s house. He place Canada on the couch and began to strip him of his jacket and gloves. Then he did the same to himself. America took Canada’s hand in his own, carefully rubbing it. “Mattie...Mattie...” He repeated over and over again.
America never moved from his spot, he could feel the warm tears prickle his eyes. He sucked in a breath when he saw Canada’s eyes flutter open.
“Matthew! Mattie! Oh Mattie! You’re okay.” Canada just blinked a few times.
“Alfred...Why is it so dark in the house?” He whispered.
“What are you talking about, the sun is setting.”
“It’s dark. I can’t see anything.” America looked at Canada with a sad look, not that Canada would notice.
“It can’t be...” America slowly pulled Canada up and sat down behind him, and held him, rocking back and forth slightly.
“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Canada’s voice sound weak. So weak.
“You passed out on the walk.”
“Alfred.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I remember walking with you outside, you let go of my hand, and ran to see some icicles, there was a gust of wind, then pain. My whole body ached like something happened. My vision went black. Then, nothing.” America had buried his face into the crook of Canada’s neck. Canada closed his eyes, they weren’t doing him any good with them open.
“No...” America whispered against Canada’s neck, sending shivers down Canada’s spine, “I’m going to help.”
“I’m beyond help, Alfred, so beyond help.”
“No, you’re not.” America’s hand ran up and down Canada’s arm.
“I am. I know it. I’ve known it. Nobody stopped this in time. Nobody, could stop this in time.”
“No, I could of.”
“How? Alfred, you don’t have the vaccine to cure them.”
“If I had tried harder...”
“I’m not blaming you, if that’s what you think.”
“I know you’re not. I’m blaming myself.”
“What?”
“I said I’m blaming myself.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Very funny, Matt.”
“I know you’re talking...I can feel you are, but I can’t hear you.” Canada’s voice tried to get out. America stopped moving, and placed his hands over Canada’s ears, then over his eyes, then he made an X on Canada’s chest.
“Yes.” Is all Matthew had to say. America immediately grabbed Canada’s hand and wrote.
“Anything else?”
“Body hurts.”
“Tell me everything u feel.” America spelt out.
“I can’t see anything but darkness...I can’t hear anything at all...I’m scared, Alfred...My body aches all over, a never ending pain. One that no medicine could make numb...Please don’t leave me.” Canada almost begged.
“I’m not gonna.” America turned on the television for some noise. He couldn’t stand the silence, there was an American broadcast on TV. The News. Reporting from the border. No... America ignored it.
They stayed like that for hours, America inwardly begging for Canada to get better. Please don’t leave me, please, I’m begging you, Mattie don’t leave me. America could feel Canada’s body growing cold. What I wouldn’t give for one of our arguments right now. Just to hear your voice...You haven’t said anything in hours. Please speak to me.
“...Alfred...” As if his wish was granted. America squeezed Canada’s hand in reply, “Thanks...”
Canada could feel America’s body tense up. I’m not lonely. I have you till the very end. You’re smile, I’m going to remember it forever. It’s something that I’ll always keep with me. another squeeze. He squeezd back.
America couldn’t fight his tears anymore. I love you, Matthew. And I was never able to tell you. Please if there is a god out there, please don’t take him from me.
Canada leaned into America for more warmth. I can feel your warm hands holding me. I can’t hear anything, But I can feel...Through your hands...through your fingers...you’re telling me that you love me. Please Alfred, don’t make this hard for me. And making it even harder on yourself. he felt America’s tears soaking through his shirt.
America felt Canada’s body go limp, he didn’t move, but heard the TV saying that the last Canadian in being contained had died, and that the American government, as well as other nation’s governments we allowing the Canadian’s within their borders to become citizens of their nations. Saying also that the land was almost unlivable with the virus everywhere, it’d take years before the land was safe enough for people to live on again.
America slowly lifted Canada’s cold body and held it even closer to him if it was possible. He didn’t dare look at his face. He knew that if he looked down, it wouldn’t be Canada. It wouldn’t be Matthew. It would be just another Canadian. America heard Kumajiro’s loud growl as the bear pawed at the door. It seemed that he returned to his natural instincts and wanted out. America wasn’t going to mess with an angry polar bear. Let him break the door, it didn’t bother him. America turned off the TV. Please take me away with him...
It would be a half a day before anybody found America in Canada’s living room, holding the limp body of the once nation. France had walked into the room, with England following close behind. After that it would be Japan, Germany and Prussia. The other nations stood outside and waited for them to emerge.
“Alfred...” France called out, “It’s cold in here. Come on let’s get you warmed up.” France placed a hand on Alfred’s shoulder.
“Alfred, come on.” England whispered, “Everyone is here waiting for you.” France and Prussia took Canada out of his arms, as Germany, England and Japan helped America up and onto his feet. France and Prussia placed Canada’s body on a stretcher. America looked over at him, with dying eyes. Japan held out a Canadian flag.
“You would like to do the honors, Alfred-kun. I know you were rather fond, of Matthew-san.”America took the flag out of Japan’s hands and draped it carefully over Canada’s body. He didn’t look at Canada’s face.
It began to snow.
“This is just like you.” America looked to the sky, “Make it white, Mattie. Make it all white.”
~!A/N!~
Well okay, where to begin?
First, this was based off of the songs, "Proof of Life" and "Soundless Voice" by Rin and Len Kagamine. Link to both videos (warning, the video is 11 minutes long, but it contains both songs with lyrics)
Second, Motaba...Its a fictional virus. I didn't make it up though. Its from the movie Outbreak. Ummm...Just saying I've watched most of the movie...I didn't like the over all theming to the movie...mainly cause I'm deathly afraid of the medical feild.[All of it.] Plus I have no tolerance forpeople bleeding from their eyeballs and being told their insides are melting. [in live action movies, in anime I can deal. I dunno why.] Also Motaba in this fic doesn't take three days, it lasts longer...otherwise the population would be dead quicker in the story. And this fic would be much shorter.
Third, Reason why I picked England, Germany and Japan to find America. because I remember reading that America's top four countries are England, Japan, Canada and Germany. [I was doing research on Germany and America's relationship, I stumbled on that tid bit of information.] France is there because I do believe France is one of the countries that America has known for a long time, and hasn't gone to war with. Prussia is there because of the fact that he was probably going with Germany because it was to follow Germany, plus I ship PruCan as well. If you really want to look at it, see the whole thing through his eyes, he's an ex-nation and not dead.
I do believe that's it. Other than the fact that I got the idea for this by listening to the mentioned songs, while playing Pandemic and my disease name was 'Canada'. I feel like a horrible person now. So go ahead and tell me how bad this fic is. I know its bad.
Author/Artist: Moi~
Character(s) or Pairing(s): AmeriCanada, ending has England, France, Germany, Prussia and Japan.
Rating:PG...PG-13
Warnings: Minor language, twincest if you see America and Canada as twins; if not then nothingto worry about that, ummm...Character death. Ummm...It took me 3 hours to write this...and when I finished I teared up...but I think that was a combination of the fact I finished late at night and the songs I was listening to. xD;
Summary: It was supposed to be a simple cold, what happened? Based off of Rin's Proof of Life and Len's Soundless Voice.
It started with a simple cold. America thought of it as nothing when he saw his friend, brother, and lover having a small coughing fit. Well sure it was unusual, but what could he do? The rest of the nations seemed to have colds as well. He was trying to get his economy in order; he was already beyond the point of the Great Depression. This would take years to fix, he knew this already, but America was determined to fix this. America gave an apologetic smile to Canada, once Canada stopped coughing. Canada gave a half-hearted frown of disapproval.
A few years pass, its spring time, and America’s economy has recovered enough where the other nations are grateful for their cold symptoms have gone away, except Canada’s, his seemed to get worse as everyone’s got better.
“Hey! Mattie! Wait up, bro!” Canada, turned around sniffled as he looked at America.
“What is it, Al? I’m feeling like crap right now, I don’t have time for your antics right now.” America smiled and shrugged off the comment, knowing full well that it was just Canada being grumpy due to his sickness. His smile vanished as he looked at Canada’s puffy, sleep deprived eyes. America bent down and picked up Canada, “Ugh! Alfred, please don’t do that so quickly...I’m going to be sick...” Canada said covering his mouth.
“I figured this will be the only way you’re getting to my place, since you can barely walk on your own.” America smiled his cheesy Hollywood smile he could manage while looking at his weakened friend. Canada slowly removed his hand from his mouth, “if you feel out of balanced at all you know you can put your arms around my neck help you out.”
“My arms are really sore to lift up on my own.” He complained, “My whole body hurts actually, I really wish I knew what was going on with everything. I hope the people aren’t trying to do a civil war or something.” America frowned at the thought of a civil war. He remembered his own pain, and remembered how hard it was to do so much as blink.
“I haven’t heard anything about rebellion there.” America stated beginning to walk forward and head out the door, ignoring the strange looks he was receiving from the crowded sidewalks.
“That’s the thing, I haven’t either. I’ve been paying attention to the news every chance I can. But, it’s nothing but the normal things that happen every day. This worries me so much that I have not even the slightest idea what’s going on with my people.”
“Well, ask your boss. They would know.” Canada felt his head get heavy and leaned it against America’s shoulder for support.
“I’ve been asking. They know nothing about what’s going on,” He shut his eyes, “My economy, according to them, has fully recovered. The people’s morale is relatively high. So why am so sick?”Canada had small coughing fit. America arrived to his front door, slowly lowered Canada to his feet, but kept one arm around him to help him to remain standing as he fumbled with his keys. America helped Canada walk into the living room and had him lay down on the couch.
“Now that’s your laying down, let me help you out some.” America said kissing Canada’s forehead. It felt warm to his lips. America frowned and placed a hand over his forehead, “You’re burning up!”
“Is that why it feels so cold in here? I was about to ask why your house was cold since you hate the cold.”
“Um...Matt, its 72 in here.”
“In Celsius please.”
“That might take a bit for me to convert.” Canada frowned as he looked over at America who was now trying to count on his fingers. Canada didn’t understand why American hadn’t converted over to the metric systems. Like the rest of the world seemed to do, “...22...23...21…something like that.”
“Is it really that warm in here?” Canada groaned.
“Well 20s for me is freezing, just so you know...”
“I know it is.” America laughed a bit as he walked out of living room and went to get a rag and a bowl of ice water. He dropped the rag in the water as he brought the bowl into the living room.
“This is going to feel really cold.”
“Is tha- AH IT’S COLD!” Canada yelped as the cold rag as placed on his forehead. After a few moments it started to feel better.
“I’m going to see if I have something to knock you out so you can sleep.”
“I’ve been-“
“No you haven’t don’t lie to me. We were raised with each other before Arthur and Francis took us apart. And then we lived together again when Arthur took you from Francis. We’re neighbors, we’re friends, and we’re lovers...when I’m on your good side...I know when you’re lying. Plus your eyes are puffy, and you’re falling asleep. I know just the stuff to knock you out. Be warned you might have some weird dreams though.” America smiled and walked upstairs to his room to check his cabinet for medicine. He grabbed the small bottle of Nyquil D and ran back downstairs. He looked at the recommended dosage and gave him it. Canada’s nose wrinkled at the smell of it, but took it none-the-less.
“Augh! That taste like shit! What the hell was is it?!”
“Nyquil. You’ll be asleep shortly. This stuff always knocks me out when I couldn’t sleep because of a cold.” Canada frowned, he hated the syrup known as Nyquil. But, sure enough within a few minutes he felt extremely sleepy and fell asleep on the couch. America, who was reading a comic book, carried the sleeping nation upstairs to his bedroom and let him sleep on the bed.
A few months pass, it’s the middle of October, while, America has planned many things for the upcoming Halloween holiday, but he couldn’t of planned on this.
“There’s a wide spread outbreak of the Motaba virus in Ontario, Canada. The cities that have been infected have been put under lock down. Medical facilities have been working on developing a vaccine for the virus. For more information please go to--” America promptly turned off the TV and pulled out his cell phone and called Canada.
“He-Hello” Canada coughed. America swallowed as he attempted to reply back.
“He-Hey Mattie.”
“Alfred...Hi...” His voice sounded weak.
“I’m coming to visit.” It’s all America could say.
“But...Al...The virus...They won’t let you come see me.”
“I’ll make them let me. I’m a nation, not a human, I can’t get sick unless my people are sick or my economy has crashed.”
“It won’t matter. They’ve closed the roads to the cities that are infected. And the boarder leading into Ontario has been closed.”
“It’s only Ontario right...? The other parts of you are fine right?” There was silence on the other end, “Right, Mattie?”
“No...it’s all over, they just don’t know it yet.” America’s grip on his phone loosened and it fell to the ground. The clatter made America come back to his senses a little, he scrambled to pick up the phone again.
“What do you mean? They said they had the cities where it was at quarantined! Matt...”
“They are...but I have a feeling that’s your news casts making it sound less serious than it is, so your people don’t panic. Canadian borders are closed. All of them.”
“But, you just said!”
“I know what I said.” A sigh, “Look, my government and my medical facilities are doing their best to fight this. As am I. Alfred do not worry about me. I’ll be fine.” His voice sounded like it cheered up some. Canada hoped that America would believe him, even if on the other side of the line he was silently crying, very warm tears, “Anyways...I’m really tired, I’m going to sleep some more. I’ll call you in the morning.” America heard the click on the other end and stared down at his phone. If America has his way, and oh he will get it, he’ll be there by the time Canada wakes up.
Canada looked at his phone and sobbed a bit, he knew there wasn’t a cure for this disease. He knew that nothing would stop it. He placed his face into his hands and fell over on his bed and cried. Kumajiro looked up sadly at his master. Even though he could never remember his master’s name, he felt bad for him.
America, boarded his private plane as soon as he could, carrying as much as he could carry. His boss trying to call him repeatedly to stop him from going over to Canada, but nothing would stop him tonight. He needed to be with Canada, his Canada, his Matthew. He flew all night to get there. When he landed in Canada the police immediately tried to detain him for entering Canadian air way, but America just shoved them off, showing his badges, his papers, just about anything that would prove to them that he wasn’t just any old normal Joe flying in. His phone kept ringing, his voice mail must be full by now. He was lucky that his boss called Canada’s boss and told them that he was coming. Unfortunately they told him that he needed to be detained and sent back to America at once. Oh hell no, America was not going back not now.
“I’ve got to get to Matthew!” He said running past the police and other people. He happened to spot a police officer getting out of a car, which he promptly pushed the police man over and jumped into the car and drove off. “Man, my boss is going to be so pissed when he finds out what I did.” America said to himself. He drove all the way to Canada’s house, speeding the whole time. When he reached Canada’s house he ran up the front porch steps and searched for the spare key. He found it when the police that were following him caught up. America opened the door and shut it behind him once he way inside, locking it behind him. He ran to Canada’s room.
When he approached the room he saw Canada sleeping heavily on his bed with Kumajiro leaning against him for warmth. He sighed in relief to see him sleeping somewhat peacefully. Kumajiro noticed America and got up from the bed and walked off mumbling to himself about being hungry or something. America toed off his shoes and crawled into Canada’s bed, placing his arms around the shivering male. Canada’s shirt was large on him and had slipped off one of his shoulders. America kissed the exposed skin and pulled the sleeve up more to recover the shoulder. He also pulled up the covers more on Canada.
Canada’s eyes slowly opened, his head turned to look up at a pair of the most worried blue eyes he had ever seen.
“Al...What are you doing here...?”
“I’ve come to stay with you until you get better.” There was a loud pounding on the door, accompanied by the sounds of yelling, but muffled, voices.
“Al what did you do, coming here!” Canada sat up quickly, but soon regretted doing that.
“Um...well I flew in, they tried to detain me, I resisted, I kinda fought them off...um...then I stole a police car, and drove here. I would say I was speeding.”
“Alfred...” Canada growled, getting out of his bed.
“Stay in bed, you’re too sick to go answer the door.”
“They’ll break it down...”
“They’ll deal with a hungry Kumajiro then, won’t they?” Canada rolled his eyes as he slowly made his aching body move down the stairs to answer the door.
“Can I help you, officer?”
“Yes we were following a man here, he took off into your house.”
“I know he did.”
“Pardon?”
“He’s upstairs.” Canada coughed, and sniffled, “I can try and call him down for you.”
“Umm...I don’t think that’s necessary.”
“Why’s that?” The man pointed behind Canada, he slowly turned to see America standing on the stairs looking guilty, then he noticed Kumajiro sitting in front of the stairs drooling, giving a slightly hungry look. Had Canada forgot to put his food down for him? “That’s just Kumajiro, he won’t hurt you. Alfred, get over here.”
“No way man, your polar bear is blocking my path. And he’s drooling. He’d eat me alive.” Canada sighed.
“Again, it’s no trouble...Sorry to bother you. I’ll let you get some rest. I’m sure they’ll come up with a cure for your illness soon. Have a nice day.” Canada blinked as the officer ran off.
“Good boy, Kumajiro! Fooling the police into thinking you were vicious.” America petted Kumajiro’s head. Canada looked over at America.
“You know damn well Kumajiro wouldn’t of eaten you.”
“Yeah but they didn’t. Besides I’m not leaving you alone with a polar bear that can’t remember your name or who you are.” Canada sighed. When America wanted something, America got it. There was no way around that.
Day after day, it seemed to only get worse for Canada. His death rate was rising every day, and nobody was getting any better, thus causing Canada only to get worse.
America woke up one morning to Canada already up and dressed. He looked healthier.
“Mattie, you look awake and well.”
“I feel good too, which is weird considering yesterday I felt so bad.”
“That’s good. That means your people are getting better right?”
“Or at least have sta-“ a cough, “Stabilized.”
“Well whatever the case, why don’t we do something fun.”
“I was thinking about eating some pancakes, I haven’t had them in so long. And there’s fresh snow on the ground, why don’t we take a walk in it. It’s been a while since I got some fresh air.”
“That sounds awesome.” America smiled.
After they finished eating their pancakes, with loads of maple syrup of course, they got bundled up and walked outside. It was freezing out to America, beyond freezing rather. Though there was no wind, which was lucky for him. Canada took his gloved hand and squeezed as tightly as he could, as they began walking through the small forest in Canada’s backyard.
The fresh air smelt good to Canada, it felt good too. The quiet was more than welcomed. America let go of Canada’s hand to run a head to point out some icicle hanging from a tree branch.
“Wow, look at it, Mattie.” Canada smiled, his cheeks and nose red from the cold. America looked back at the icicles, and smiled at them. A sudden wind gust caught him off guard; he closed his eyes and braced the cold. He opened his eyes and looked back at the icicles, a small crack in one was enough for it give way. It fell to the snowy ground with a soft, muffled thud. Then he heard a louder one.
America quickly turned around and saw Canada laying on the ground, face down in the snow, passed out.
“Shit! Mattie! Mattie!” He ran over and picked up the weakened nation, “let’s get you inside.” America retraced his footsteps back to Canada’s house. He place Canada on the couch and began to strip him of his jacket and gloves. Then he did the same to himself. America took Canada’s hand in his own, carefully rubbing it. “Mattie...Mattie...” He repeated over and over again.
America never moved from his spot, he could feel the warm tears prickle his eyes. He sucked in a breath when he saw Canada’s eyes flutter open.
“Matthew! Mattie! Oh Mattie! You’re okay.” Canada just blinked a few times.
“Alfred...Why is it so dark in the house?” He whispered.
“What are you talking about, the sun is setting.”
“It’s dark. I can’t see anything.” America looked at Canada with a sad look, not that Canada would notice.
“It can’t be...” America slowly pulled Canada up and sat down behind him, and held him, rocking back and forth slightly.
“What’s wrong? What’s going on?” Canada’s voice sound weak. So weak.
“You passed out on the walk.”
“Alfred.”
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
“I remember walking with you outside, you let go of my hand, and ran to see some icicles, there was a gust of wind, then pain. My whole body ached like something happened. My vision went black. Then, nothing.” America had buried his face into the crook of Canada’s neck. Canada closed his eyes, they weren’t doing him any good with them open.
“No...” America whispered against Canada’s neck, sending shivers down Canada’s spine, “I’m going to help.”
“I’m beyond help, Alfred, so beyond help.”
“No, you’re not.” America’s hand ran up and down Canada’s arm.
“I am. I know it. I’ve known it. Nobody stopped this in time. Nobody, could stop this in time.”
“No, I could of.”
“How? Alfred, you don’t have the vaccine to cure them.”
“If I had tried harder...”
“I’m not blaming you, if that’s what you think.”
“I know you’re not. I’m blaming myself.”
“What?”
“I said I’m blaming myself.”
“I can’t hear you.”
“Very funny, Matt.”
“I know you’re talking...I can feel you are, but I can’t hear you.” Canada’s voice tried to get out. America stopped moving, and placed his hands over Canada’s ears, then over his eyes, then he made an X on Canada’s chest.
“Yes.” Is all Matthew had to say. America immediately grabbed Canada’s hand and wrote.
“Anything else?”
“Body hurts.”
“Tell me everything u feel.” America spelt out.
“I can’t see anything but darkness...I can’t hear anything at all...I’m scared, Alfred...My body aches all over, a never ending pain. One that no medicine could make numb...Please don’t leave me.” Canada almost begged.
“I’m not gonna.” America turned on the television for some noise. He couldn’t stand the silence, there was an American broadcast on TV. The News. Reporting from the border. No... America ignored it.
They stayed like that for hours, America inwardly begging for Canada to get better. Please don’t leave me, please, I’m begging you, Mattie don’t leave me. America could feel Canada’s body growing cold. What I wouldn’t give for one of our arguments right now. Just to hear your voice...You haven’t said anything in hours. Please speak to me.
“...Alfred...” As if his wish was granted. America squeezed Canada’s hand in reply, “Thanks...”
Canada could feel America’s body tense up. I’m not lonely. I have you till the very end. You’re smile, I’m going to remember it forever. It’s something that I’ll always keep with me. another squeeze. He squeezd back.
America couldn’t fight his tears anymore. I love you, Matthew. And I was never able to tell you. Please if there is a god out there, please don’t take him from me.
Canada leaned into America for more warmth. I can feel your warm hands holding me. I can’t hear anything, But I can feel...Through your hands...through your fingers...you’re telling me that you love me. Please Alfred, don’t make this hard for me. And making it even harder on yourself. he felt America’s tears soaking through his shirt.
America felt Canada’s body go limp, he didn’t move, but heard the TV saying that the last Canadian in being contained had died, and that the American government, as well as other nation’s governments we allowing the Canadian’s within their borders to become citizens of their nations. Saying also that the land was almost unlivable with the virus everywhere, it’d take years before the land was safe enough for people to live on again.
America slowly lifted Canada’s cold body and held it even closer to him if it was possible. He didn’t dare look at his face. He knew that if he looked down, it wouldn’t be Canada. It wouldn’t be Matthew. It would be just another Canadian. America heard Kumajiro’s loud growl as the bear pawed at the door. It seemed that he returned to his natural instincts and wanted out. America wasn’t going to mess with an angry polar bear. Let him break the door, it didn’t bother him. America turned off the TV. Please take me away with him...
It would be a half a day before anybody found America in Canada’s living room, holding the limp body of the once nation. France had walked into the room, with England following close behind. After that it would be Japan, Germany and Prussia. The other nations stood outside and waited for them to emerge.
“Alfred...” France called out, “It’s cold in here. Come on let’s get you warmed up.” France placed a hand on Alfred’s shoulder.
“Alfred, come on.” England whispered, “Everyone is here waiting for you.” France and Prussia took Canada out of his arms, as Germany, England and Japan helped America up and onto his feet. France and Prussia placed Canada’s body on a stretcher. America looked over at him, with dying eyes. Japan held out a Canadian flag.
“You would like to do the honors, Alfred-kun. I know you were rather fond, of Matthew-san.”America took the flag out of Japan’s hands and draped it carefully over Canada’s body. He didn’t look at Canada’s face.
It began to snow.
“This is just like you.” America looked to the sky, “Make it white, Mattie. Make it all white.”
~!A/N!~
Well okay, where to begin?
First, this was based off of the songs, "Proof of Life" and "Soundless Voice" by Rin and Len Kagamine. Link to both videos (warning, the video is 11 minutes long, but it contains both songs with lyrics)
Second, Motaba...Its a fictional virus. I didn't make it up though. Its from the movie Outbreak. Ummm...Just saying I've watched most of the movie...I didn't like the over all theming to the movie...mainly cause I'm deathly afraid of the medical feild.[All of it.] Plus I have no tolerance forpeople bleeding from their eyeballs and being told their insides are melting. [in live action movies, in anime I can deal. I dunno why.] Also Motaba in this fic doesn't take three days, it lasts longer...otherwise the population would be dead quicker in the story. And this fic would be much shorter.
Third, Reason why I picked England, Germany and Japan to find America. because I remember reading that America's top four countries are England, Japan, Canada and Germany. [I was doing research on Germany and America's relationship, I stumbled on that tid bit of information.] France is there because I do believe France is one of the countries that America has known for a long time, and hasn't gone to war with. Prussia is there because of the fact that he was probably going with Germany because it was to follow Germany, plus I ship PruCan as well. If you really want to look at it, see the whole thing through his eyes, he's an ex-nation and not dead.
I do believe that's it. Other than the fact that I got the idea for this by listening to the mentioned songs, while playing Pandemic and my disease name was 'Canada'. I feel like a horrible person now. So go ahead and tell me how bad this fic is. I know its bad.