[FIC] You Can't Miss What You Never Had (5/???)
Title: You Can't Miss What You Never Had
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: England and America
Warnings/Rating: T
Summary: After another night of drinking, England falls asleep wishing he had won the Revolutionary War so that America would still be his obedient, cute little brother. Upon waking, England finds his wish granted.
In the next few days England tried to forget where he was. It was all just a dream, and life continues normally he told himself. Because really, everything else was the same. He had the same office, same boss, same papers to sign. Every day he’d gotten close to convincing himself that it wasn’t real. But every day Jacob came in and handed him the daily report America sent in. And every day England signed it without reading it. That was how England spent his week.
Then the welcome change came, as England got ready for the World Meeting one morning. He pulled on a clean suit, packed up his briefcase, and left for the airport. The meeting was in Paris this week.
~*~*~By the time England got to the meeting room not everyone had arrived yet. Some were socializing, while others were settling down for the meeting to start. He noticed some of his old colonies in the room. His eyes went to Canada first. He looked exactly the same, but the air around him was extremely alien.
Canada was reading through papers, preparing for the meeting. His face was hard and serious, absent of the kind smile that England was so used to. And England watched as other countries, who used to not even recognize Canada, walked up to the blond man and start to chat with him. Canada smiled and humored them in their idle conversation, but it was a different smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.
Canada caught England staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and that polite smile faded away. The nations talking with him soon noticed and scurried away. Canada narrowed his eyes and glared at England, and the later widened his eyes in confusion. England quickly found his seat and began to rustle through papers, avoiding eye contact. But he could feel the stare burning a hole in his head.
England ran his fingers through his hair and kept his head in his folder until the meeting started.
~*~*~When France ended the meeting England made quick work of packing up his things. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He had just clicked his briefcase closed when a hand came down on top of it, demanding England’s attention. He looked up to see Canada, hard eyes and thin lips set in a frown, peering down at him. A quick glance around the room showed him the other nations running out of the room.
Who is this? This Canada who strikes fear into even Russia?
“You sick bastard,” Canada growled.
England snapped back into attention. “Pardon me?” He stood up and faced Canada.
“You heard me,” he snapped. “Why do you do this to him? He’s doing everything he can for you to forgive him! You see that, so why do you…”
“Wait, who?” No, England knew who, but he didn’t want to be right.
“God damnit England! I’m so sick of that joke! It’s not funny!” Canada started to yell. “You know who! America!” Then his voice dropped again, but still flooded with anger. “He called me last night. He told me what you did. I can’t believe you. Why can’t you just let the past go?”
England was silent. That’s a good question…
Canada sighed, “To do all this for one stupid war. All the other colonies were afraid of you, but I saw right through you. You’re just a pathetic old man who can’t let go.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know-“
“I’m not done!” Canada shouted, then his glare returned, full force. “When you got bored with us colonies, and gave everyone but America independence, that really broke him. That was too harsh a punishment! He cried for days, and I promised him I’d become a great nation for him.”
England just stared, wide eyed, mouth hung open. I did that…?
“Let me put it simply for you,” Canada said, stepping closer to England. “Last night was the last straw. To rub it in his face like that, that was too much. I’m not afraid of you.” He emphasized it by poking England hard in the chest. “Leave my little brother alone.”
England snapped, suddenly getting extremely defensive. He pushed Canada away from him and balled his fists. “He’s my little brother!” he yelled.
“Shut up,” Canada snarled. “Just shut up. You know very well you have no right to call him that anymore.” Canada grabbed his bag and left the room, slamming the door on the way out.
England collapsed back into his chair and hung his head in his hands. He sat there for what felt like hours, thoughts swirling around in his head. What have I done? I’ve tortured America. He values freedom more that anything, and I kept that from him.
Finally England got up and headed for the airport.
to be continued...
Previous Chapter: Chapter Four
Next Chapter: Chapter Six
A/N: Oh, I love my AU Canada, is that allowed? <3 Well, I wanted this chapter up yesterday for Canada Day, but I was a chapter behind. Oh well, lol, here it is. I should stop double posting too. Just a few more chapters left.
Author: xxfurryfirefoxx (me)
Characters: England and America
Warnings/Rating: T
Summary: After another night of drinking, England falls asleep wishing he had won the Revolutionary War so that America would still be his obedient, cute little brother. Upon waking, England finds his wish granted.
In the next few days England tried to forget where he was. It was all just a dream, and life continues normally he told himself. Because really, everything else was the same. He had the same office, same boss, same papers to sign. Every day he’d gotten close to convincing himself that it wasn’t real. But every day Jacob came in and handed him the daily report America sent in. And every day England signed it without reading it. That was how England spent his week.
Then the welcome change came, as England got ready for the World Meeting one morning. He pulled on a clean suit, packed up his briefcase, and left for the airport. The meeting was in Paris this week.
~*~*~By the time England got to the meeting room not everyone had arrived yet. Some were socializing, while others were settling down for the meeting to start. He noticed some of his old colonies in the room. His eyes went to Canada first. He looked exactly the same, but the air around him was extremely alien.
Canada was reading through papers, preparing for the meeting. His face was hard and serious, absent of the kind smile that England was so used to. And England watched as other countries, who used to not even recognize Canada, walked up to the blond man and start to chat with him. Canada smiled and humored them in their idle conversation, but it was a different smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes.
Canada caught England staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and that polite smile faded away. The nations talking with him soon noticed and scurried away. Canada narrowed his eyes and glared at England, and the later widened his eyes in confusion. England quickly found his seat and began to rustle through papers, avoiding eye contact. But he could feel the stare burning a hole in his head.
England ran his fingers through his hair and kept his head in his folder until the meeting started.
~*~*~When France ended the meeting England made quick work of packing up his things. He wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He had just clicked his briefcase closed when a hand came down on top of it, demanding England’s attention. He looked up to see Canada, hard eyes and thin lips set in a frown, peering down at him. A quick glance around the room showed him the other nations running out of the room.
Who is this? This Canada who strikes fear into even Russia?
“You sick bastard,” Canada growled.
England snapped back into attention. “Pardon me?” He stood up and faced Canada.
“You heard me,” he snapped. “Why do you do this to him? He’s doing everything he can for you to forgive him! You see that, so why do you…”
“Wait, who?” No, England knew who, but he didn’t want to be right.
“God damnit England! I’m so sick of that joke! It’s not funny!” Canada started to yell. “You know who! America!” Then his voice dropped again, but still flooded with anger. “He called me last night. He told me what you did. I can’t believe you. Why can’t you just let the past go?”
England was silent. That’s a good question…
Canada sighed, “To do all this for one stupid war. All the other colonies were afraid of you, but I saw right through you. You’re just a pathetic old man who can’t let go.”
“Hey! I’ll have you know-“
“I’m not done!” Canada shouted, then his glare returned, full force. “When you got bored with us colonies, and gave everyone but America independence, that really broke him. That was too harsh a punishment! He cried for days, and I promised him I’d become a great nation for him.”
England just stared, wide eyed, mouth hung open. I did that…?
“Let me put it simply for you,” Canada said, stepping closer to England. “Last night was the last straw. To rub it in his face like that, that was too much. I’m not afraid of you.” He emphasized it by poking England hard in the chest. “Leave my little brother alone.”
England snapped, suddenly getting extremely defensive. He pushed Canada away from him and balled his fists. “He’s my little brother!” he yelled.
“Shut up,” Canada snarled. “Just shut up. You know very well you have no right to call him that anymore.” Canada grabbed his bag and left the room, slamming the door on the way out.
England collapsed back into his chair and hung his head in his hands. He sat there for what felt like hours, thoughts swirling around in his head. What have I done? I’ve tortured America. He values freedom more that anything, and I kept that from him.
Finally England got up and headed for the airport.
to be continued...
Previous Chapter: Chapter Four
Next Chapter: Chapter Six
A/N: Oh, I love my AU Canada, is that allowed? <3 Well, I wanted this chapter up yesterday for Canada Day, but I was a chapter behind. Oh well, lol, here it is. I should stop double posting too. Just a few more chapters left.