The Dark And Hollow Pastas

Chapter Twenty Four

"Birdie!" Prussia sat up in bed, hearing the scream.
Birdie was in pain.
Prussia practically flew out of bed, tripping and stumbling as he made his way to the room where Canada was being held captive.
"Bruder? Is he okay?" He asked the moment he opened the door. By then, France, Britain, America and the others had almost made it up the stairs.
"He's not a zombie at least." Came Germany's reply.
Prussia looked down at the bed where Canada way lying face down, sobbing harshly.
"Birdie? Jou okay?" Prussia sat down next to his head. The others trickled in, looking at Canada in confusion.
"Please go away." The tiny blonde whimpered.
"But Canada, dude, we're all trying to help you." America sat down on the other side of Mattie.
"But why?" Canada's hands moved to cover the back of his head.
"Because you're a nice dude." America ran his hand over his brother's back in a soothing fashion.
"You're wrong. I'm terrible." Canada sat up suddenly, glaring at America with red, puffy eyes.
"Vhat are jou talking about, Birdie?" Prussia tried to put his hands on Canada's shoulders, but he was moving too much, his arms batting away any comfort his friends tried to offer.
"During World War One my government made a law that allowed us to take anybody of German decent and put them into work camps."
"But-"
"And we made them work for free even a few years after the war ended."
"Ve all-"
"Then in the Second World War, we kicked out all the Japanese because they were in the Axis...Even the ones who were born in Canada and had nothing to do with the war." He continued, his voice weak. "And I'm not even going to start on all the crap we pulled with the Chinese when the CPR was being built."
"CANADA! SHUT UP! I AM TRYING TO SPEAK!" Prussia shouted.
Canada recoiled into his twin.
"Ve all did zhings...bad zhings zhat ve regret. But ve all know vhat ve did vas wrong und not our faults." The other countries nodded their agreement.
"Honestly, Bro, compared to some of us, your history is pretty clean." America hugged his brother closely.
Canada continued to cry.
"I did this. It's all my fault." He whispered.
"What is?" France headed over to the bed, taking Canada from America.
"This entire apocalypse, by. I could have prevented it."
"What are you talking about, Canada?" Britain asked.
"Kuma." Canada sobbed. "Kuma was sick. I didn't bother to get him checked out because I thought it was nothing...b-b-but then he bit this nice old lady. I went to visit her later...to see if she was okay...a-a-and..."
"It's okay, Birdie. Take jour time." Prussia soothed.
"I keep having these dreams where I am Kuma. I learned something from them..."
"And what is that?" Britain inquired.
"If I kill Kuma, all the other Zombies will die too. I learned that on my first night while I was hiding out in my room. But I could never bring myself to take my best friend down." Canada let out more sobs.
"Shhh. It's okay. Papa's 'ere." France hushed.
"Ve can help jou, Birdie. Ve'll get rid of zhe unawesome zombies for jou." Prussia stood up, punching his fist into the air.
"Yeah, bro! I'll knock that bear into space because I'm the hero!" America shouted.
"Amerique! Please be sensitive. Zhis is a beloved pet we're talking about." France scolded.
"Whoops. Sorry dude. I just got caught up in the moment."
"Do you know his current rocation?" Japan asked.
"Yes." Canada nodded. "He's at my house."