Forget Me Or Forget Me Not | Countryhumans (RusAme)

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 - 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚

Almost forgot to add this but I should mention that everything happening now and later has a meaning to the story and they also live on the Super Continent, so it's easy to go from one country to another by vehicle (though of course, ships are still often used). Also America is younger than Canada here for a reason but that will be revealed later in the book.

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The sound of rushing around and loud crashing noises woke a young boy out of his slumber. The curtains in his room were already open and he could see the sun just barely peaking out over the land in the horizon. If he had to guess, it was probably half past 6 in the morning by now, maybe a bit later than that. Groggily, he got up from bed and made his way out of his bedroom and into the hall to see what was happening, opening the door and almost being run over by a maid rushing past with a bundle of blankets and other items in her arms, not turning to apologize. Confused, the young boy looked as the once elegant halls of Buckingham Palace was now thrown into chaos as maids and butlers alike were rushing around to deliver supplies and barking out orders to each other. Used to the palace being very quiet and well run, the boy was a bit startled and shoved his way down the hall to try and find his parents to ask for an explanation, ignoring the dirty looks from the butlers and nasty words from the maids as they nearly trip over him, apologizing under his breath.

Emerging onto a balcony overlooking the main hall below, the young boy could spot his parents talking in hushed, frantic voices. The shorter of the two - United Kingdom, or Britain - bore a pleading look in his eyes while the other - France - held a look of determination in his. A minute of watching them and the boy spotted another figure running out to them with two suitcases, dropping them to hug Britain. It was the boy's older brother, Canada. He watched as Britain hugged the other boy back, his face crestfallen, France sighing as he watched. The boy on the balcony then decided it was the best time to make himself known.

"Father! Papa!" he called and all three of them turned in surprise. Britain visibly deflated in despair and France's face fell, though Canada smiled brightly as he waved up to his younger brother.

"America!" he called up. "Good morning!" America smiled a bit and waved back, still perplexed by the atmosphere in the room when a wetnurse tapped on his shoulder and he turned to her, seeing her look irritated and distressed with a wailing baby in her arms.

"Forgive me for putting this on you, young America," she sighed. "But all of the bustle around has woken New Holland and I can't get him to calm down. I was told your parents and brother are busy so if you don't mind taking him? I unfortunately have other duties to do and I can't take care of him right now."

America looked at the baby and smiled, nodding eagerly as he was always fond of spending time with and taking care of his little brother. "Of course, you can leave him to me!" The wetnurse looked at him gratefully before handing New Holland over to the young boy and turning, picking up her skirts as she rushed away to attend to whatever duties she had. Turning back with his baby brother in his arms, America began to make his way down the stairs to the main hall where his family still stood, waiting for him. Upon seeing the baby in his arms, the three of them grew a bit uncomfortable and France and Britain's faces morphed into expressions of regret. America tilted his head to the side.

"What's happening?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as they exchanged glances.

"Amérique," France began, his accent heavy with emotion as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Wé're een troubuhl... Ai am needed bak een mon tairritairy... (We're in trouble... I am needed back in my territory...)" He got down on one knee and placed a hand on America's shoulder, attempting to seem reassuring as he spoke. "Ai need 'élp and ai am takng Canada wiv mé... Ai am not suré 'ow long we'll bé jene, but ai promize you we weehl be bak as soon as we can... Tak caré of yur fathair and baby brothair until zen okai? (I need help and I am taking Canada with me... I am not sure how long we'll be gone, but I promise you we will be back as soon as we can... Take care of your father and baby brother until then okay?)"