Capital Girls: Game On!

Dreamtalia Pt. 11

"So, shall we?" Amelia suggested.

The other three nodded and went down to the cave that was filled with little fire-like creatures that lit said cave. The creatures walked around and didn't even look at the girls. It was as if they were not a priority.

"Oooh~ pretty~," Rose said as she leaned in to touch one. However, she was stopped by Amelia's hand.

"You probably don't want to do that," Amelia told her. "They could burn you very easily."

Rose nodded and quickly drew her hand away from the creatures. She then followed the others through the cave. Along the way, the girls saw the creatures now and again but stayed away for fear of getting burned. Then they neared what appeared to be a door frozen over. However, they were more concerned with the person guarding the door; it looked like Russia.

"Is that, Otets?" Natie wondered. She was in absolute shock. If this was indeed her Father, then why was he guarding a door? And why did he look slightly different for some reason?

"I don't think that's Russia," Amelia explained. "I think that that's another arcana."

"How can you tell?"

"There's a certain feel I get that I got when we saw World. But Canada must be behind that door so we have to get past him."

Emma and Rose gulped a bit. They were both wary of Russia as it was so having to be around a double who could possibly be more dangerous and frightening was, well, frightening. Still, they followed Amelia and Natie, who took the lead, all the way to the arcana, who quickly put up his scythe as soon as he saw the girls. He gave them an icey stare that made Rose cower behind Natie. "Who dares to trespass into my territory?" He growled.

"W-We don't mean any trouble sir," Amelia stuttered. "We just wish to see Canada."

"There is no Canada here. This is Temperance's sanctum and I will not allow you in. Leave now."

"No," Natie replied, being as straight to the point as she could. This man may have looked like her Father, but it wasn't him. This meant that she didn't have to listen to him.

"You dare cross the Devil?" He glared at Natie making sure to show-off his weapon in the process. The other girls were frightened but not Natie. She just looked at the scythe causally and then at Devil.

"I am not frightened. You may look like my Otets, but you are not him. Therefore, I have no reason to be afraid."

Devil's eyes widened for a brief moment, long enough for Natie to see, before drawing his scythe back and standing at attention. He realized these girls were with the group that had already gone in. It would be foolish for him to fight the children. Plus, even if he was the Devil, he wouldn't stoop so low as to fight children. Even more so the one girl that looked like him said he reminded her of her Father. Devil never thought that someone would compare him to a father.

"Um, does this mean you'll let us through?" Emma questioned.

Devil smirked. "May Temperance grant you girls mercy. He will not be so lenient like I was."

The four girls gulped down their nervousness before walking past Devil and into the room. Natie stopped for a brief moment though and smiled at Devil. "Thank you," she mouthed before walking into the room with the others.

Inside said room stood the countries talking to what appeared to be Canada and...another America? This one had blue eyes that seemed to glow.

The grownups had yet to acknowledge the girls' presence. "What's going on here, Amelia?" Emma whispered.

"That must be the creature right next to Canada," Amelia replied in a whisper. "He must still be under its control."

The girls then listened in on the conversation that was going on with Canada; "I'm staying here, where I am noticed and loved!" He shouted as he stood by the fake America's side. "I'm not going to a world that will shun me for simply existing!"

Hearing Canada say that made Emma's heart break. She didn't know that that's how her Father had felt. It made tears come to her eyes.

"Would you like me to take care of them for you Temperance?" The fake America asked.

"No, I'll handle this fight on my own."

"Whatever you want~. I'm confident that you can handle this while I deal with something." Then he disappeared.

The countries then prepared themselves for a fight. "Looks like were in for another fight. Get ready!" Britain told them all.

"No, wait!" Emma shouted, making everyone turn their attention to her.

The countries were in shock to see the four little capitals right behind them. That shock soon turned to anger though. "What are you four doing here?!" Britain shouted.

"We couldn't let you go in alone Father," Amelia replied. "We sorta followed you here."

"This is no place for kids you guys!" America said in a stern voice. "You could get seriously hurt!"

"Uncle America, you can get mad at us later," Emma said in a serious voice as she looked up at him. "But right now, let me talk to Pa. I might be able to get him back."

America blinked at his little niece in surprise. He did not expect her to ever get so serious about anything. He could understand why though. This was her Dad that was in trouble here. Then he gave her a simple nod. "Okay. Try talking to him," he told her.

Emma smiled and nodded as she walked past the grownups and towards her entranced Father. Seeing him brought her a sense of relief. He looked at her in a bit of confusion, expecting to fight the ones that wanted to take him away, not a little girl. "Pa, do you recognize me?" Emma asked as she looked him.

"Uh," he replied. He wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm your daughter, Emma. You know, you're little Maple Leaf."

Temperance looked at her with a softened look but still kept his guard up. He wasn't sure what to expect from this girl. Something about her was familiar but he wasn't sure why. That nickname she said he gave her, it sounded so familiar too.

Emma took a small step towards him and he took a step back. "Please Pa, you don't have to fight. You don't have to do this. You can come home."

Temperance looked at little Emma for a moment and then lowered his weapon. Something about this little girl was so familiar, so warm. But why? How could this be? Who was she? For some reason- maybe an instinct of sorts- Temperance reached to take Emma's small hand when he remembered what that America had told him; that he was nothing and that no one ever noticed him.

"No, this is my home," Temperance stated, raising his weapon.

Tears ran down Emma's face. How could her own Dad not recognize her? "Come on Pa, I know you remember me. Please, you have to come back."

Temperance shook violently as he looked at Emma. This little girl was messing with his head. He recognized her a little bit but his mind went all fuzzy if he thought too much about it. "Stop..." he muttered, lowering his head.

".....Pa?" Emma slowly went to approach Canada. She was just about a foot away when he swung his weapon at her.

"Go away!" he shouted as he swung.

Luckily for Emma, America stepped out from the group and brought Emma back over to safety just in the knick of time. Emma was in so much shock that it took her a few moments to realize what had happened. "Canada, how could you attack your own daughter like that?!" America growled.

"My name is not Canada!" Temperance shouted before the fight began.

The fight for Canada begins next time, and the girls are definitely going to be grounded after this.