Little Sister

War?

I put the paper back, as if i was scared it would shock me. Sitting there, i just stare at it, not wanting to move. That's when i remember Canada wanted to talk to me. Is it about the impending war? So far most of the wars we've encountered we only played a small part in.

The longest one i remember is the Second World War. I was scared, but i couldnt show it and neither could anyone else.

~..Flashback..~
"Canada i dont know if i can do this," I tell him shaking with fear. Canada comes up to me and grabs my shoulders, rubbing them slightly.

"Hey, hey, it's alright we can get through this. Don't tell America i said this, but if he's on our side theres nothing we cant do." I nod and take a few breaths. I calm down slowly and Canada lets go of my shoulders.
"Now come on Ash lets go back to the meeting. I know your scared, we all are, we just cant show it."

Canada calms me down more when he says my human name. He had given me the name Ashton Williams when i first started living with him and he only ever uses it whenever im scared or anger, just whenever i need to calm down. Other than that he calls me Quebec or Bec for short. I nod my head and we turn towards the door.

When we walk in not many people notice which isn't a big surprise. We take our seats and listen to the conversation. I look around the room and get kinda depressed.

America is still going on about being a hero, but his eyes arent very happy. China isn't building a city for dinner or making dinner at all. Russia hasnt been trying to scare anyone and he doesnt have his childish smile. France hasnt been very flirty lately. And England hasn't taken one sip of his tea. The room just feels dead. Almost two years into the war already and there hasn't been a table turner so far.

Thats when it all happens.

America lets out a loud shriek and all our eyes go to him. He's doubled over in pain and he starts hyperventilating. I hop up and run over to him.

"America! Hey what's wrong? Are you ok?" I look around frantically, pleading with my eyes for help. "Come on lets take your jacket off," i proceed to take off his jacket, when he gets a call. I reach in his pocket not caring for his privacy, i open it and answer the call, keeping my eyes on America, who is now being aided my the others.

"Hello?"

"Hello who is this? Where is america?"

"It's Quebec from Canada. America is going through something, do you know whats wrong?"

"Canada? Who's that? Anyway yes i do believe i know whats wrong. Thats actually why i called. There was a Japanese aircraft sighting. They just bombed Pearl Harbor." I remained silent out of shock.

"Oh..my..god.." I drop the phone and it closes cutting off the call. Everyone looks over at me and i turn to them.

"Pearl Harbor," i mumble.

"Eh? Pearl Harbor? Like Hawaii, Pearl Harbor?" England questions, I nod. "What about it?" I look into his eyes.

"The Japs just bombed it." my statement shocks them all and our attention snaps to America. Tears are streaming down his face and he's shaking violently.

Thats when it all sunk in and we rushed to help him.

He turned out ok, but after that his country was under chaos. And my fears increased, but i kept them all inside when i was outside. When in the comfort of my room, however, i let all my fears wash down my face. Sometimes Canada would hear me and come in and comfort me, but it never lasted long.

~..Flashback Over..~

How will i go through that again. I barely made it through last time and it wasn't even here. I need to talk to Canada. This is probably why he left. He didn't have a meeting did he? This is what he left for.

I run out of the office door and make my way downstairs where the living room and kitchen is and look for Canada. I find him in the kitchen and by this time tears are running down my face. Canada looks up at me and his eyes widen with my next sentence.

"We're going to war?" He sits there for a little but then nods. Then this is reality? I start to get dizzy and soon the world gets closer to me and it goes dark.