Canadian Killer

Chapter 15

"And Canada knows absolutely nothing?!"

The Brit denied the question. The national from the IUNT sat together at England's and debated about the next steps. Canada's amnesia totally didn't fit in their plan.

"The doctors say, it is uncertain, if Canada remember anything about his past at all.", reported England. "Since Canada could still be a danger for the killer, we should protect him. I suggest, for first he should come with me."

"And what if you are the killer, amigo?" the Spaniard asked leery. "You could have committed the previous murders, too!"

Prussia got up to start a counterargument, but England gave a sign so that he sat down again.

"You're right, Spain. I also could be the killer and that would be a chance to kill Canada, but I could have done that a long time before. There have been enough possibilities to let it look like a accident, in the hospital."

Spain snorted angrily. "You could have your reasons, not to do it there."

England sighed. "Then you have nothing else as my promise."

Germany stood up. "Whatever. England's advice is in that case a good idea. At the moment we have no other choice, so why not trying it?"

Excited murmur broke out under the Nations.

"We should vote.", said the actual quiet Japanese. The others nodded.

The majority was for England.

The Brit sighed relieved. "I drive to Canada later and ask him if he agrees."

"Mr Kirkland!" The doctor Mr Smith ran after the Brit, who entered the corridors from the hospital.

"What happened? Is anything wrong with Ca- I mean Matthew?"

Panting, the doctor stopped running. "No, erm yes… it's nothing serious. I'm the messenger boy this clinic, so excuse me, my…" He took a deep breath.
"Your friend, Matthew, has amnesia as you know. We had to find out, yesterday, that he always gets flashbacks. Singel memories come back. In general, that's really confusing for the person, because they imagine wrong things that never happened. Mr Williams is alright right now so that he can leave the hospital, but I would ask you, to take him with you and tell him something about his past."

The Brit nodded. "I wanted to do that anyway..."

"Well then, that's good." The man was about to go. "Ah another thing. In last time Mr Williams has really bad nightmares. Maybe because he is here. If that won't change in the next two weeks, then please bring him to a psychologist, okay?"

The Brit nodded serious. Is it that bad?

"Hello~", the Brit said in a good mood, as he entered Canada's room.  This time Canada didn't lay in his bet, he sat on a couch in a T-shirt and jogging pants. He looked tired.

"Hi, England. I'm sorry, I didn't sleep well last night." He scratched his cheek, embarrassed.

"I know, but it's okay. You can never sleep well in hospitals."

Canada smiled at him. However, that smile was different than before. It was kind of ... distant. Well actually no wonder.

"Okay, Canada. What do you think of staying with me for a while? We could talk a little bit about your past and you wouldn't be so alone."

The Canadian thought. "This may be a good idea ... Could we go visiting my house first? Maybe I remember something when I see it." He suggested.

England nodded. "We can do that. How about if you come with me the same today? The doctors say you can leave the hospital and I bet you can't stand this hospital feeding anymore, right?" He winked at the Canadian grinning.

This nodded and smiled. "Thank you."

The two had agreed to spend the first night in Canada's House. The I.U.N.T sent Japan and Russia as bodyguards too. Canada had asked to be allowed to go first with England, alone. Otherwise he would get really confused by facing so many faces. They agreed his request.

At 5 pm, early evening, Canada and England arrived at the house of the Canadian.

"I live here?"

The Brit nodded. "Is anything familiar to you?" Canada shook his head.

With a click, the Brit turned the key in the lock and opened the door. The two nations entered the big house.
Canada looked interested, ran through all the rooms, inspected everything. Meanwhile England left him alone and busied himself in the kitchen.

Canada scurried down the hall and looked at the rooms. Everything seemed vaguely familiar, but he could not really remember.
And somehow it crept him, a feeling that something was missing. It didnt occur to him.

As he passed a shelf, he took out of the corner of my eye a small figure was lying in the corner.
A doll? It was a small stuffed animal. Apparently it had fallen from the shelf and was there ever since.

Canada stooped you to pick up the little thing. A small plush dog superhero outfit, but the whole body of the animal-induced cracks and cuts.

Without warning, Canada suddenly shot thousands of pictures into his head. Hissing, he took a breath and steadied himself against the wall so as not to lose the ground under his feet.
So many pictures!
He knew they weren't that important and they disappeared again before he perceived them properly. But it still shocked him what he saw.

A few seconds later it was all over.
Canada noted that it was the sweat on his forehead and he panted. He closed his eyes to calm down. What was that?
For some reason, he took a position at the bottom of his attention. But there was still nothing ...!
He had no time to think about it, because England called him out of the kitchen.
He quickly placed the stuffed animal on the shelf and went to him.