The Tragic Tale of A Certain 'Hero' Type

Chapter Six: Realizations

Hi, so I finally know what I will be doing for this story. I know, it's been a loong while. I will be doing a combination of idea 1 and idea 2, thanks to Matvey+99 from ArchiveOfYourOwn and lilyrockerlove from Wattpad, I will be using some of her details from her suggestion. I will also thank all those who gave their thoughts and suggestions, I really do appreciate them. Now to the story!

~Canada's Pov (What a twist!)~

I stood in my kitchen, making pancakes as my snack for kumahero and me, think ing about what happened to my brother a few days ago. Something is definitely wrong, but Alfred always tells his family what's wrong, what is he hiding? I was so lost in thought that I almost burnt the pancakes, I turn off the stove quickly and then I stack them on two plates, placing a plate of them in front of kumawhatever then I pour some syrup on top of his before I drown mine.

I dig in, smiling at the taste and I shake my head when I see Kumajero was already was done eating, his paws and face sticky with syrup. I chuckle, grabbing a wet rag before I start cleaning my squirming bear. My brother still in the back of my mind as I grab the plates to clean after Kuma leaves in a huff, washing them in the sink. I think over my little brother's behavior for the past months, eyebrows furrowed when I realize that his behavior has been going on for a long while and I stack the last of the dry plates back in the cabinet and I grip the edge of the counter tightly.

Not good...not good at all. How has no one noticed this? How did I not notice this? Maybe this is just all in my imagination, I should call someone. Just to make sure. I throw the towel that was on my shoulder onto the sink edge, heading into the living room my cellphone out of my back pocket in my hand and I sit down on the couch, thinking of who to call first. I guess I should call England, he did raise my brother after all.

I take a deep breathe before calling, dialing his number I wait for England to pick up, sighing in relief eternally when I hear a grumpy British voice answer,

"Yes? This is Arthur Kirkland speaking." I lean back on the couch, building up some sort of composure,

"Hello Arthur, this is Canada. I wanted to call to ask-" I got cut off, the British man getting annoyed quickly,

"Who? Look I'm not going to buy anything or tolerate any prank calls so you can bugger off." I sigh quietly, biting my lip a little in irritation,

"I'm Canada, the landmass above America." I hear Arthur gives a noise of recognition, becoming nicer over the phone, "Canada, how are you? It's been a while since you called."

I smile shyly, petting kumajiro's head once he climbs onto my lap, "I'm doing okay. I actually called to talk about Alfred, my brother."

Arthur huffs, I could just see his big, bushy brows furrowing, "That imbecile? What about him?"

I stopped petting my polar bear friend, my smile turning into a frown, "Well, have you noticed anything different? I mean, he seems to me to be acting...weird for a few days."

If Arthur was worried, I didn't want him to worry more. The 'gentleman' scoffs at that, probably rolling his eyes as he said fired back with a sneer,

"Oh please, that pig is probably stuffing his face with his greasy, disgusting burgers right now. Not like he needs them, that fat ass should just stop eating if he wants to lose any weight."

I clench my free hand into a fist, subtly shaking with rage, "Thank you for your time, Britian. Good bye." I quickly hung up on him before he says anything else, taking a few deep breathes.

How can he be so cruel?! England raised him for god sakes. I've never noticed this before, I thought the others were just joking or making small criticisms. I should've realized sooner that these words were hurting him and to what extent. I was growing more worried, chewing on my lip and I decided to call my papa next, jiggling one of my legs as I wait for him to pick up.

"Bonjour, monsieur Francis speaking." I perk up, letting out a huge sigh of relief and a grin was plastered on my face,

"Bonjour, papa, how are you?" Maybe he will help me with my brother.

"Aah, Matthieu! I am doing quite well. How are you, mon petit ours?" I relax, feeling much more at ease,

"I am okay, papa. I didn't actually call for me, it's about Alfred." I wait for a response, begging in my mind that he is just as concerned as I am.

" And what about him? Did that idiot get you in trouble, mon chu? Honestly, I wish he would just be more like you." I wince on behalf of my brother, everyone always compares us. It makes me uneasy that it is him not me for once.

"Papa...you don't mean that right? I know he can be obnoxious and loud sometimes, but he's still a good guy." I can hear myself getting desperate, my voice shaky and high pitched,

"Matthieu, mon cher, calm down. You are getting worked up over nothing. America will be just fine." I try to take a deep breath as I try to comprehend what Papa had just said, my mind at a complete stop,

"Um...I should go, Papa. It was...nice talking to you. Good bye." I hung up quickly, my hands still shaking as I try to process all this. My brother...he goes through so much. Everyone gives him shit, even his own caretaker. I need to keep a closer eye on him, be there when he needs me. I don't know if I will be able to stand up for him, most countries see me as invisible, and can't see ME. I'm a horrible big brother. I didn't see how hurt he is or even defend him. I sigh deeply, running hands over my mouth, then I let my hands fall with a determined glint in my eye. Well, that changes now. I swear from now on I will be the big brother he needs and actually be there for him.
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I got a lot of positive feedback so I decided to finish this story. I really hope you like this chapter, if you did leave a comment, I also hope you all will like the direction this story is going.