America the Mysterious (United States of America #1.5)

Through My Eyes (Part 4)

*Requested by Konataya*

The next few months were...a little intense to say the least. First, just a few days after Roanoke's disappearance, America would be lifeless and even snap at anyone who tried to talk to her during that time. Though, many of those people allowed it to happen, knowing America was only in grief over her daughter's mysterious disappearance. It was also during that time that Canada and some of the nations learned something else shocking.

There were a few more children alongside Roanoke that America had.

San Miguel de Gualdape or Etu, his twin brother St. Petersburg or Sol, Fort San Juan or Isabell, and Ajacan or Alejandro Jones/Fernandez-Carriedo. Then there were Sainte-Croix Island or Ada and Fort Caroline or Caroline Jones/Bonnefoy. Finally there were Popham or Lucian Jones/Kirkland. All of whom died tragically, all while America watched with a broken heart, unable to do anything.

It probably had been the first time in a long time that Canada had seen France in grief. He just realized he had a few more children with America, ones he never knew about, and now it was too late. Has been for years.

As for Spain, he hadn't been been faring any better, especially after hearing of how Ajacan went out. Ajacan sadly starved to death because of the shortages of food in the colony, and no matter how much America tried to breastfeed him, his body would reject the milk. Of course, Canada had never seen that happen when he cared for her, but at the same time he was glad he didn't.

He didn't doubt that America would've been hysterical at this.

Anyway, once America seemingly got over the disappearance of Roanoke, Canada noticed that she was becoming more and more hostile towards England. From looking at her now, she appeared overworked, stressed, and on the verge of exhaustion, but the most striking feature was the rage in her eyes.

It burned so bright that anyone could see it from a mile away, and it would intensify whenever England was mentioned or even seen.

Once, when France, England, and even Spain were visiting, they heard glass breaking and other things being destroyed. The group went to investigate, seeing America in a very foul mood.

"How dare he?!" she snapped, throwing another vase at the wall, which shattered to pieces upon impact. "How can that...that...fool think he owns me? Is that all I am to him?! A way to obtain money?! Oh my god...I'm nothing more to him than a harlot!"

Canada heard someone sharply inhale behind him, and he didn't need to turn around to know who it was.

"Where's my England?" By now, America deflated and was sitting on the bed, hands buried in her hair. "Where did he go? What is this England?"

Eventually, she realized the four of them there. She glared at England. "Where are you doing here?" she spat.

England didn't answer, either because he had no words or just couldn't speak, Canada couldn't figure it out.

"Get out!" she yelled, throwing a book at him. "Get out of here!"

England was gone faster than the speed of light, and Canada even saw some tears in his eyes. Soon, the other three were following him, as America was getting ready to throw the bed, and no they're not making that up.

As soon as they caught up with the distraught England, France stared at him hard, being serious. "Angleterre," he called. When England didn't answer, the other nation said a little more forcefully, "Angleterre, look at us."

Finally England obliged, and Canada had never seen anything more pathetic in his life, not since that...

That day.

"Do you understand now Angleterre? I may not have known Amerique's true feelings towards you on zhat day, but I was not stupid to zhe fact zhat she was very unhappy. Now, I understand what she meant by "He'll hurt zhem.""

"I do too amigo," Spain came in grimly. "Even you have to admit you've done wrong during that time, and you were too blind to see it. As a result, you made America get the wrong idea and think you cared for nothing but money and that you were going to use her ninos against her. Personally, I can't say I blame her."

England unleashed a sob, and Canada knew he wanted the two men to stop, but unfortunately for him, they did not.

"Even you have to admit Angleterre, you did more harm zhan good to your relationship to America ever since you found her. Not only were you never zhere to watch her grow up, but you began overtaxing her people, so much so zhat zhey couldn't even feed zheir families. However, no matter how much America tried to tell you, you ignored her and just worried about yourself."

"Stop...please..." England begged.

"Non Angleterre, you need to hear zhis. I will admit zhat I wasn't any better, especially after she became a nation, but, as far as I'm concerned, you were zhe worst, as you scared her to zhe point of fearing even more for her children's safety. Although I'll never understand a mother's fear, I can relate to zhat."

"Now, amigo, because of your ignorance, you drove America away, and you will never get her back, no matter how much you try," Spain finished.

Canada almost felt sorry for England. Almost.

~~~

Canada was worried now, because now America started coming out of the room he gave her with bullet wounds, dirt on her, and her fingers frostbitten. She refused to eat whenever Canada tried to get her to, and she didn't seem to recognize him whenever she looked at him. Her eyes were filled with constant worry and stress, sometimes even pain on certain days, until finally she won the Revolutionary War.

"How do you feel about this America?" Canada asked her.

"I'm not proud of it," was her reply.

The other North American nation was stunned. He hadn't been expecting that answer.

"Why's that?"

"Because families have been torn apart on both sides, and there were some men who didn't want to fight," America answered, her eyes sad. "I admire how much they love their country, but I hate that some men can never return to their families now, but...I fear this is far from over."

Fear, sudden and sharp, punched Canada in the chest. "W-Why do you say that?"

"Knowing the England I thought I knew, and even the man who I thought was my older brother, they aren't going to take this lying down, and they are going to try and do something stupid. Probably harm one of my children, and if that happens, I'll never forgive them, never!"

The rage in her eyes told Canada all he needed to know.

He made a mistake, and one he could never fix.

He took America's love and threw it right back at her. Now, that mistake will lead to America eventually feeling nothing more than apathy towards her brother in the near future.