Mine, Forever and Always

Chapter 4

Canada ran down the hallway with tears in his eyes towards the conference room. In his arms was a furry object almost unseen by the humans that walked past him. The object was Hero, America's cat.

Ten minutes before, Canada had heard a scratching and light meowing at his door. When he had opened it, Hero jumped past him to eat with Canada's own cat, Maple. Canada thought it was strange. America had always made sure Hero was taken care of. What was Hero doing in the middle of the hotel hallway?

He noticed the door to America's hotel room was opened slightly. Canada decided to investigate. For the most part the hotel room had looked pretty normal. However somethings, in Canada's mind, seemed off. There was a broken glass surrounded by water on the floor. America's cell phone was laying on the table and Russia's scarf was wedged between the couch.

Canada examined America's phone. 15 missed calls and 30 texts from various nations and people including England, Germany, Japan, and the president. This was odd. America always answered his phone.

"What's going on?" Canada quietly said to himself. Just then a thought hit him. America must have been forced to leave. "But who would do such a thing? " Canada thought. He suddenly remembered the scarf. Russia.

Canada had to tell the other nations before it was to late. He ran back to his own hotel room and grabbed Hero making his way to the conference room.

When he arrived, most of the countries were in a heated argument about something.

"Guys." Canada said. The nations ignored him.

"Guys. " Canada said a little louder.

"Hold on Canada. We're talking about something important." proclaimed France without looking at him.

"France I think this is-" Canada was cut off by Italy.

"Hey Canada, if you want to get someone's attention you should sing, or make pasta, or bring in a pretty lady. "

Canada smiled wearily at Italy. "Thanks, but I don't think that would help."

"What do you think you should do? " asked Italy.

Canada thought for a moment. What should he do? Without America's advice, Canada was truly alone in this decision. He had had enough of being invisible to everyone. Thoughts turned to his brother. Nobody ignored America. Even though they looked alike, maybe it was time to act alike, even if it was until his twin was found.

Canada turned to the waiting Italian. "Thank you, Italy." Canada said with a smile, patting him on his head. Italy smiled back in response.

In that moment, Canada stood up on a chair. Taking a deep breath, Canada closed his eyes and decided he would do whatever it takes to get his brother back.

"Everyone shut up and listen!" Canada yelled to the crowd. All the nations looked up to Canada each with his or her own dumbfounded expression. "I'm tired of being ignored. I had something important to say and I get turned away as if I don't exist. I'm sick of it." Canada held up Hero. "Does anyone know who this is?"

France was the first to speak up. "Canada, you made a scene to show us Maple?"

"This is Hero." Canada growled. "I know my brother better than anyone and he would not let Hero be alone, let alone outside of his room."

The countries were silent not wanting to challenge the Canadian. Italy urged Canada on giving him confidence.

"I beleive America has been kidnapped by Russia." Canada stated. Everyone in the room started freaking out.

"America and Russia!"

"The two most powerful nations in the world!"

"What are we going to do?"

"What if they become one nation?"

"So this is the peace treaty they talked about! "

"Everyone shut up! There is no way my brother would become one with Russia! If we all organize under my leadership then we can find them! Is there any objections? " Canada growled his eyes almost glowing a light purple. They were beautifully menacing. No one spoke up fearing the Canadian. "Very well, then here's the plan. "
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America woke up with the worst headache of his life. He opened his eyes which were met with an intense brightness causing the American to groan. Where was he? After his eyes adjusted to the light, America looked around.

He was in a plain, light tan room which contained a closet, dresser, and bed. On a chair in the corner was America's bomber jacket, gently folded and placed there. Around his neck was Russia's scarf, which he took off setting it beside him.

America felt a bump on the back of his head but other than that he seemed alright. Groggily, America swung his feet over the side of the bed and stood up. However, he felt dizzy and sat back down for a couple minutes thinking about his situation.

Eventually, America made his way to the door and walked down the hall finding a dining room and kitchen. On the table was a note and sunflowers in a vase.

"America, my sunflower, I had to go to the store for some supplies and I will be back soon. Please do not try to escape, the doors and windows are all locked and I triple checked to make sure there is no way out. Also in the kitchen in a pot of coffee. I hope you like it. I will be back soon. Love, Russia."

"Shit." America said to himself as he stifled to the kitchen feeling dizzy again. America poured himself a cup and sat down in a chair. America wondered what was going on at home. He hoped that someone noticed back at the hotel.

His thoughts wandered back to his president and the predicament back home. He needed to get out of here as soon as possible.

America walked to the door. It was locked. America started to panic as he raced around the house trying to locate an escape. There were none.

His eyes started to water as he thought of the blue skies and golden wheat fields at home. He missed it all from the beaches in California to the statue of liberty in New York. His head began to spin again and collapsed to the floor.

The last thing America heard before he passed out again was the closing of the door and feet running towards him, strong arms picking him up and rushing towards the tan bedroom.