Hetalia: Soulwords.

Canada Part 1

You walked through the forest, taking in a deep breath at the smell of the dirt. It was rich and kept you grounded as you walked down the path covered in red and orange leaves. Autumn had come and nature was providing all her evidence of it. 

As you through the Canadian wilderness during the fall season, a mesmerizing tapestry of colors unfolds before your eyes, painting a vivid and enchanting scene. The dense forests, once cloaked in summer's verdant hues, now showcase a breathtaking array of golds, oranges, reds, and browns. The maple trees, proudly displaying their iconic leaves, create a radiant canopy overhead, filtering the sunlight into a warm, amber glow that bathes the forest floor.

The crisp autumn air carries a faint aroma of decaying leaves and damp earth, signaling nature's transition from the vibrancy of summer to the quiet introspection of winter. Each step taken resonates with the gentle crunch of fallen foliage underfoot, creating a rhythmic melody that harmonizes with the distant chirping of migrating birds preparing for their journey south. The serene silence of the wilderness is punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves caught in a gentle breeze, whispering secrets of seasons past.

As you continues your walk, the tranquil beauty of the landscape reveals itself in intricate details. Delicate spider webs adorned with morning dew glisten like strings of pearls, suspended between branches and tall grasses. Squirrels scurry about, diligently collecting acorns and seeds, their bushy tails serving as fluffy accents against the backdrop of autumn colors. In secluded clearings, patches of vibrant wildflowers make their final stand, defiantly showcasing their blossoms before the impending frost blankets the land.

The Canadian wilderness in the fall is a symphony of sights, sounds, and sensations, captivating the soul and inviting introspection. It's a time of reflection and preparation, as nature gracefully transitions from one season to the next. Each moment spent wandering through this enchanting landscape serves as a poignant reminder of the fleeting beauty of life and the timeless cycles of the natural world.

So why on Earth do you feel like the world should be drowning in the ink you feel clouding your lungs along with you.

Well, your brother was dead and it was your fault.

Your family wasn't going to admit it or say it, but you were the reason your brother had died. You knew it. It was your fault he died.

Tyler, your younger brother, had been cursed with finding his soul mate before you. He had always been a dreamer, his heart filled with tales of true love and soulmates destined to find each other against all odds. He would often lose himself in romantic novels and movies dreaming about his unfound love.

One evening, when he had been on a walk in the city, he crossed paths with a captivating woman named Isabella. 

You could see from the first time you met her, that she was trouble. It wasn't the rose tattoos across her arms or the skull necklace that she wore. It wasn't her hair that was just a little to blonde and lips too perfectly red. Nor was it the lip piercings that she had. It was the fact that you knew who this woman was.

She had quite the large file in the police station you worked at after all. If someone was bored, they could just read through her file and get lost in it. This woman had been in and out of Juvie as a kid from the age of seven. It was suspected that even at that age, she was helping her parents in their crimes, including hiding a sawn up body. You had watched her get put in a jail cell after she was caught at a party full of drug dealers. You found it strange that the judge let her go scot free after she had said she would behave. 

She didn't. 

You were sure she had committed some murders of her own under no one's orders but her own. She wasn't allowed to leave the city either.

Anytime you brought up your concerns about Isabella, your brother would say that you were just upset that he found his soul mate before you. He would get mad at you for refusing to host family Christmas gatherings if Isabella was going to be there, and when you had arrested Isabella's sister, Carmen, he stated that you just wanted to make him mad. No matter how many times you explained that Carmen had been caught on camera shooting an innocent man who had seen her selling drugs, Tyler stayed steadfast in his thoughts.

As their relationship went on you and other family members started to see a change in Tyler. After one of your co-workers mentioned to you that he had seen your brother hanging around known gang members, you decided to do a stake out. The moment your shift had ended, you had gone to the area and parked your truck, making sure the safety was on your '22. The moment you saw him and the gang members arrive, you took the now empty case of your gun and walked over to them. No one said a thing when you walked by, but after returning to your truck, you watched your brother leave.

 He was enamored by Isabella's confidence, her audacity, and the adrenaline rush that came with her dangerous lifestyle. With each passing day, Tyler drifted further away from his old self, captivated by the allure of the underworld and the woman who ruled it.

Family and now friends watched in horror as Tyler sunk deeper and deeper into the pit. You could practically smell the drugs on him when you visited him. You parents warned him, pleaded with him to break free from her grasp, but he was blinded by love, unable to see the destructive path he was on.

As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months into three years, cracks began to appear in his relationship with everyone. His friends no longer hung out with him and his new friends all had criminal records. Your grandpa refused to let him in his house and your great aunt would have your Great Uncle Leonard to literally pat down and check all of Tyler's bags and body before letting him in her house. Your parents still believed that he was an angel.

About a week after your little grandma passed away from cancer, things went down.

The OPP determined that Tyler and Isabella were selling drugs, guns, and other contraband to gangs and people. They caught wind of a big deal about to go down and they suited up. By the time you heard of what was going on, it was too late for you to make it there. Your brother and his girl friend had foolishly opened fire on the police along with a large number of their clients. The police fired back and a lucky shot got your brother in the head. 

You had been at a bar because it was the middle of your two weeks off. A patron had told you what was going on and being unable to drive yourself there, the bartender called in back up and drove you there herself. You had arrived just as they were taking away the bodies. 

The bartender was a high school friend of yours and when she saw the look on your face, she warned the officers in the area that you should be moved to a different area before Conroy, the man who shot and killed your brother, wound up covered by a white sheet too. They had quickly made the change and shipped you up north.

Now, here you were in the forest with a pistol in hand and no one here to stop you from doing what you had planned to do.

This was inspired by the song "Moral of the Story" by Ashe.