The Crap Hetalia Book

Snapped Canada - Your Worst Nightmare

"Seriously dudes" America shouts across the conference room, earning the attention of no one except Germany and Canada. But Canada wasn't noted. "Shut the hell up and listen to me. Seriously, I actually have a valid point now and you're just talking across it."

"That's because it probably isn't a valid point wanker" England snaps. "It's probably just you saying it is. It'll just be about superheroes or something."

"Oui" France shouts, grabbing England's collar and glaring at him. "None of your points are useful."

"That's not fair papa" Canada says, standing up and carefully placing Kumajirou on the table. France doesn't turn round, he just stays shouting and glaring at England. "Is anyone even listening to me?" he sighed and sat down. "Of course you're not. No one ever listens to me. I could talk all day and no one would notice me. Guys, Italy's dead. I'm choking. The building's on fire. Someone just declared war. No one cares." He let out an irritated growl. Normally, he wasn't this effected by being ignored. He was just kind of used to it and didn't care. Today was different though. Today, he was reaching breaking point.

"Quiet everyone" Germany shouts, slamming his hands on the table. An uneasy hush descends on the room. "America is trying to talk."

"Right, coz I was never talking, ever" Canada hisses. No one noticed. "Doesn't anyone think that I might have a point once in a while? Doesn't anyone care what I have to say?" Again, no one said anything. He twitched in annoyance.

"Okay dudes, so I was thinking" America starts like Canada had never spoken.

"Yeah, I was thinking too" Canada snaps. "But you don't care."

"Canada shush" France eyed him and glanced back to America was an air of boredom.

"You only ever notice me when I badmouth America" Canada sighs. "Ever single thing I told him when we argued, it was all true. Every single point."

"Canada" England snaps, glaring at him.

Canada closes his eyes and takes a deep but shaky breath, slowly let it out, trying to calm down. When he opens his eyes again, they're different, paler than their original violet. He ran a hand through his hair, it also growing lighter as his fingers raked it.

"Who're you?" Kumajirou whispers, cowering on the table.

Canada smirks. "Your worst nightmare."

"Canada seriously, what is up with you today?" France frowns across the table at him. "You're not usually this disruptive in meetings."

"Yeah?" Canada stands up and wanders over to America, laying a hand on his shoulder, his other hand clutching his hockey stick. America shivers. Something isn't right. Canada swings the hockey stick, splitting open America's side. He cries out and collapses, only now noticing the barbed wire wrapped round the stick.

"You're not my brother" America chokes, clutching his side as it continues to spill blood. "Who... who are you?"

Canada smirks. "Your worst nightmare."

Sorry it isn't very good or long, I'm really struggling at the moment