Collision

Chapter 8

America's POV>>>

I was hanging out with Arthur today. "Do you sometimes get the feeling that you're forgetting about someone?" I asked softly. "Of course not." He scoffed. "I'm not forgetful like you." He chuckled. I glared at him and crossed my arms. "Dude..." I sighed. "I'm serious. I feel like I keep forgetting about someone during the world meetings." I said softly and looked down. "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure you don't leave anyone out." He shrugged and turned to look at me. "Why don't you ask that frog France?" He suggested quietly. "Maybe he knows." I shrugged and stood up slowly. "I'll give it a shot a suppose. Well, see ya later dude!" I called back and left. I made my way to France's house and knocked on the door. He slowly opened the door and raised his eyebrows. "America? Why are you here?" He asked in surprise. "I feel like I keep leaving someone out during the world meetings." I said quietly and frowned. "Well yeah, you kinda do." He replied sharply. "You always forget about your brother Canada." He said simply and shrugged. "My brother..Canada?" I repeated slowly. "I didn't notice him." I said softly in shame. "Well duh! You're a stupid American!" He laughed and slammed the door shut. I felt my eyes tear up. I've had a brother all these years and never even noticed. I'm a horrible brother. I began to walk back home. I felt hot tears roll down my cheeks. If only there was a way for me to make it up to Canada....I don't know anything about him. I felt horrible for not even knowing about him. I fell to my knees and sobbed, holdings my head in my hands. "What kind of brother doesn't even know that they have a brother?" I sobbed loudly. "You." I looked up and rubbed my eyes to see France standing in front of me. "I raised Canada while Arthur raised you." He said softly and looked down at me. "Why didn't I ever know about him?" I asked shakily. "Because whenever I tried to explain, you would refuse to listen." He scoffed and walked away. "I'm so sorry." I whispered shakily and sniffled a bit. "I'm a horrible person." I whined. I got up slowly and walked back home. All I could think about all night long was how I was going to make it up to Canada and prove that I was a good brother. I knew it was hopeless. I had no idea where Canada was. He could be anywhere. I couldn't sleep at all. My mind constantly thinking about my brother. My cheeks were stained with tears. I just wasn't sure of what to do about the whole situation. How could I not remember having a brother? I'm horrible. I can't even remember having a brother. I thought I was an only child. I promise I'll make it up to you, Canada.