Chapter 1 Canada’s POV) Afternoon on a Saturday. I was talking with Ukraine, and all was well. Casual conversation drifted through the tense atmosphere. I could tell he was acting differently. Maybe it was because of the fall I took, the cause of the cast clinging to my leg. Perhaps it was simply because of the past few days overall, which were complicated for us both. We chatted about the everyday feats of our lives, the stories of our siblings, and a seemingly endless line of subjects. I was listening to him tell a fantastic tale of his brother, Russia. “It was amazing, he was about to just throw the bottle at Italy, and-” He paused abruptly. “Canada, you doing ok?” I was immediately aware of a striking pain screaming in my stomach. It felt like someone had driven a sword straight through my torso. My words were choked out of my throat, which began to taste of acid, and I don’t know how I managed to speak at all. “Yeah- i- I’m fine, just-” I did what I could to run to America’s room. I felt mys

elf fall to the floor. All I felt was pain. I heard my brother shout. “WHOA, CANADA, WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!?” All I could manage was a strangled whisper as tears poured out of my eyes. “The accident- agh- back-” I started to sob, which only made my throat burn worse. He understood, obviously. He kicked a trashcan in my direction as he ran out of the room. I felt thick liquid escape my mouth, and although salty tears blurred my vision, I could see the black filling the bin in front of me... I then knew that I was done for.

lmao that sucked im sorry.

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mm yes i shall work on that

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