When America was declared dead; the other nations mourn his death. However when Canada receives a mysterious letter that says America is somehow still alive. To get his brother back, he must embark on a journey through time and space. Along with mem...
Canada looked around to find himself in another memory.
Canada: Here we go again, what memory is this?
???: This is Alfred's memory of him together with his first friend.
Matthew jolted and turned his head to see 2pTokyo.
Canada: Holy Maple Shiro! How you get in here?!
Shiro raised an eyebrow.
Shiro: Eh? Am I not allowed in people's memories?
Canada shook his head and remember what Shiro said.
Canada: Al's first friend?
Shiro looked at Matthew in shock.
Shiro: He nevered told you? He had a human friend.
Canada eyes went wide. America's first friend was a human?! Did England...Or maybe France knew about all of this?
Shiro: Look.
Canada looked where Shiro pointed to look at the scene before him.
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Canada: I-Is that him?
Shiro nods.
Shiro: That boy is Alfred's human friend Davie.
Canada watched in interest as the two boys played together. He then look and saw Davie showing America a book about a blue daisy flower called Forget-Me-Not. Davie had a fascination in nature and loved flowers. He also devoted his life of finding the flower. Alfred volunteers to help Davie look for it and the boy was pleased.
Canada: They look so cute together.
Shiro: Indeed. However it took Alfred years to find the flower. As he did. Davie got older....
They look and saw Alfred going towards Davie's house. There stood an adult Davie talking to another man.
America: Davie! Davie!
Davie: Huh?
Man: You know that kid?
Davie:.....Umm...
All Davie did was turn away awkwardly leaving a confused America.
Canada: W-Why did he do that?
Shiro: Well humans grow up faster than nations do. It been years since Davie saw Alfred. But Alfred never forgot about him.
Canada: But Davie did?
Shiro just shurgs.
Canada watched as the scene changed.
He saw Alfred again at Davie's house. He saw Davie again but this time, his hair look more greyer and he had wrinkles.
America: Davie~! Davie~!
Davie: Hmm...Are you lost young one?
America: Huh? Don't you remember me?
Canada couldn't help but feel bad for America. His friend had forgotten all about him while America was still searching for the flower.
Shiro: Throughout the time America felt like giving up. However he introduced England to the flower and asked him to look for it. But it took England years to finally found it. He gave it to America.
Canada:.....
Shiro: I think you already know what happend next.
The scene changed again to show a funeral where America attended and saw Davie in the chest full of flowers.
America: Davie~! Davie~! Look I got you the flower! Like we promised!......Davie? Davie?
Canada wanted to cry...He didn't want to se this...This was too painful...
Shiro: Little did America knew...Davie died before he could give him the flower...
Canada: Did...Did he ever found out?
Shiro nods and points towards another scene where they see Alfred crying.
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America: Why...Why does everyone die while I'm still living? I don't understand...Davie!!! -Sobs- -Hiccup-
Shiro:......
Canada: Al....
Shiro: He even wrote him a message...
Canada looked at journal and saw the message.
"Dear Davie,
It's me! Your best friend Alfred!
Do you remember the flower that you want
To see someday? I found it!
...But....Why you passed away?!
You know I'm so very sad and always crying for the rest of many years when I remember You? I really missed you so much my best
friend.
Your best friend forever, Alfred F. Jones".
Canada:.....This memory...
Shiro: It was one of his sad ones. We go to the next one now.
Canada:....Okay....
TBC.
Note:This is so heartbreaking. I found America's message to Davie on Deviantart. The credit goes to it's original owner.
