✧.* Wings ✧.*

Chapter One. Life and Death

Canada laid agents the fresh damp grass as a ray of sun sparkled onto her face, waking her up. As one eye opened, she was blinded by the morning sun. She immediately shut them and tried to turn her head, but it didn't work. As she let her eyes slowly adjust, she opened them back up. Letting the amber reflect the ocean across from her. She was on her side with her arms and legs in front of her, she could see out of one eye as the other was agents the ground. As she moved her arms so her hands were agents the ground, she painfully lifted her torso then laid against a tree. She closed her eyes, exhausted and tired.

"Heh, And I thought you were dead Canny."

She immediately opened her eyes. A man, buff and tall, Russian, wearing an ushanka and a blank trench coat with a black suit and chains. And a gun-

Nothing...

It all went blank.

The void she was now in didn't feel scary, or lonely, just water droplets. It wasn't cold, or hot, or room temperature, just there. She felt like she was falling with no way to save herself from what might happen.

She could see her tears form into droplets, she tried to grab something, memories, anything!

She tried to go back and caught a glimpse of what was happening.

White, then grey, and focused red, blue, and white. Worry, and muffled voices.

"Canny.." She could hear, her chest ached, and yet she couldn't move.

"Stay...Ok?..." Once again, muffled. Someone was holding her hand, but it hurt.

A loud sound was playing on repeat until it faded away.

"Canny..!"

"Stay..."

"..Me..America.."

It all faded away, it felt nice.

No more tears, no worries, nothing.

She felt like a water droplet...

She looked at her hand and watched the dust that followed it...

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Canada's dull amber eyes slowly opened to a hospital room and her brother's shoulder. She could smell his scent of fire and ash and his burning touch that felt like nothing to her. She could hear his thick and pain-filled sobs. America held some of her torso in his arms, in a hug way. Her chest ached of pain and had a burning copper smell. 

"A-Ame..." Her dry and gravel like voice stuttered. He paused and let go to look at her, then hugged her again and sobbed of pure happiness. "O-Oh hi there." She chuckled as she slowly moved her arms to hug him.

"Canny...Oh Thank god.." America whispered, tears falling from under his sunglasses. His heart ached of guilt and regret, he hated that this happened. His tail feathers tickled her cheek, so she giggled. "Hehe, Ame." 

"Canny, Canny I'm so so sorry.." He sobbed into her shoulder. "I should've been there but I wasn't...Canny I'm so sorry." He hugged her tighter, wanting to keep her in his arms, knowing she's alive. Canada rubbed his back and soothed him. "Hey..Hey..It's alright ok? It's alright.."

America soon pulled out of the hug and wiped his tears, letting his glasses fall on his hand as he did so. "Ugh Sorry about that." He chuckled. "Its alright." She giggled. Silence fell onto there there mouths when Canada realized something was giving her air. "What's uh, this?" She gestured to the mask. 

"Glad you asked!" A loud and enthusiastic Scottish voice exclaimed. Canada flinched in response and put her hand to her chest in a fist as she hyperventilated. Her one of her uncles came into the room, her parents following. America put his hand on her shoulder, having her calm down.

Her uncle kneeled beside her and had his arms lay on the border of the cot.  He smelled of beer, not a pleasure to Canada's nose. "The doc said it's helping you breathe.  Apparently, your lungs can no longer handle cold air so they hooked ye up to this and the tank is filled with heated air. Can you believe it? My clover needing help to breathe?" He said as he lovingly shook her arm. "Careful, Scot. She's very fragile." Her father, Uk said as he put his hand on his shoulder. "Oh alright." He said as he stood up and backed away.

An uncomfortable silence fell over them until the Doctor came in. "Good Morning." She said as she walked around the corner. "Ah. Glad to see you wake Canada. I'm Dr. Williams and Ill be your Doctor for now on. Now before I tell you the test results, is this the family?" She asked. France nodded and wiped his tears. "Good. So it turns out that from a while back when you were Thirteen. You were exposed to fire that then entered your lungs and burned all the air inside and replaced it with itself. So for a while, your only ability to breathe was through the flames, recently it was exposed to water witch weakened it and since you haven't been breathing like how you used to. Your body didn't know how to react to the air it was unconsciously inhaling."

Canada knew what she was talking about, and almost everyone in the room knew too.  "With that, when you where exposed to the fire. It absorbed you and became part of you, so if you experience new things that you can do but it involves fire now. Contact us ok?" Canada nodded. She wasn't going to though. She lived and trained herself to control when sparks of fire happened. It would first happen by her mood, Now she can fully control it.

"And so, Until the flames get stronger again, you're going to need that tank or when we set you free, wear a two-layer mask."  

'At least I know I will be free soon.' Canada thought to herself. Dr.Willams left after saying her goodbyes. The silence fell onto them again, no one wanted to say a word because most of them knew why she was now like this. Her family ended up leaving and she fell back asleep..

But it wasn't quite right.

She knew something was wrong.

She just couldn't put her finger on it.

Or

Reach it.