Fight for a Chance

Chapter Five (Edited)

Ever since America and Canada's siblings died. America started getting very protective over Matthew to the point where he punched someone who had said 'Who's Canada?' jokingly. Matthew had never seen Alfred like this before. He was never not in his line of sight after that day. He felt a little selfish for liking the attention.

"Hey, Alfred?" Matthew had quietly spoke to his brother.

"Yeah, Canada dude?" Alfred, raised an eyebrow looking him in the eyes all of his attention on the Canadian.

"Why, are you acting so," Canada, paused looking for words. "Different towards me?"

Alfred, looked on with fake confusion. "What do ya mean Mattie bro?"

Matthew just shook his head and mumbled. "Nevermind..."

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The funeral for whom was lost was certainly a big one. All of the important families and leaders of the countries came.

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Oliver looked, at his sobbing counterpart worried.
"Artie-deary, " Oliver paused, "Would you like some tea?"
The sandy blonde haired brit nodded a 'yes' in reply.

"Okay, poppet."

Oliver went to the kettle and made it just exactly how Arthur
likes his tea: black with a little cream.

Arthur mumbled, "I never hated you Sealand, I just wanted you to be strong."

"Oh, Arthur..." Oliver finally saw why the other brit was so sad, he was blaming himself.

Oliver placed the tea down on the glass coffee table and strode over quickly to hug the normally ill tempered man. He hushed him like a mother would her child.
"It was never your fault...Arthur."

They sat in silence hugging each other to busy to notice a certain Frenchman until said, Frenchman coughed.
"What...is it Francis?"

"Angleterre (land of angles) what is wrong?" The Frenchman asked his friend.

Before Arthur could even make a syllable on his tongue Oliver beat him to it.
"He thinks Peter's death... was his fault."

"Qu'est-ce que? c'est stupide!" (What? that's stupid!) the Frenchie gasped.

"Arthur zhat boy waz not murdered by jou but by anozer person why zhe fuck would jou even zink zhat it was jour fault!"
Francis angrily spoke outraged his friend would blame himself.

"Erm.. I will just leave..." Oliver spoke quietly walking out closing the door behind him. France's eyes softened

"B-bu," England was cut off by a hug from France.

"Do not blame jourself, please"
France hugged the Englishman a little tighter sobbing.

"France... I'm sorry "

"It's okay..."