We Are North America (The Great North American War)

Blame

It was now dark.

Maria stood at the doorstep to John's house with bags. She held her hand up to knock.

There was a nearby tree with two birds on it looking at her.

She looked at them and smiled, "Don't worry guys, I'll be back before you know it."

Canada and Diego had connected with their native sides and turned into birds once they had gotten into America to travel with their sister. They would be heading back to Canada soon.

Maria took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

John opened it with a confused expression.

Maria took a deep breath and started to get into her role, she started to cry some fake tears and swung her arms around John and started to fake sob in his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny!! I'm so so sorry!!"

John was still confused.

Maria knew he was and decided to keep going. She sobbed even more, "Alfred is gone, he's dead now. It's time I accept it!! Your here now!! Your my brother! Please forgive me for not accepting you before!!"

John's eyes widened, was this really happening?

Maria rolled her eyes at the words coming out of her mouth.

This man wasn't and would never be her brother.

It was now time for her to top off her performance.

"I'm sorry," She sobbed, "Big Brother."

John froze.

B-big brother?

He started to smile.

This was........ was this really happening?

Were they, or at least one of them finally expecting him?

"The others- they- they hate me," She faked sobbed before looking up at him, "Can I stay with you?" She asked with tearful eyes.

He smiled at her, "Of course you can," He opened the door for her, grabbed her bags, and stepped out of the way.

Maria looked at her brothers on the tree. She smiled at them before stepping in the house.

'Please be safe' Canada thought before nodding at Diego. The two of them flew off back to Canada.

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England felt dead inside.

Well actually, that was an understatement but it explained how he felt.

He hadn't left his room in days. France hadn't really bothered to try and get him out that much. He wasn't mad at that though, he knew for a fact that the man was grieving over the lose of his son too.

His children on the hand had been trying- more like begging to get him out.

He heard the front door open and was snapped out of his thoughts.

There were voices talking to someone.

He recognized most of them as his children's while the other voice was....

Spain?

What was he doing here?

Another voice was heard.

France.

The voices started getting louder and angrier and he heard glass break.

His children started yelling at them to stop.

"It's your fault he's dead!!! You were too busy messing with Maria and Diego to help him!!!" He heard Spain yell.

"You didn't help him either!!!" France yelled back.

England jumped out of bed, opened the door, and rushed downstairs.

He saw Nigeria in between France and Spain to try and keep them apart and prevent a fight.

His other children were scattered around not knowing what to do.

Spain lunged at France who quickly moved out the way.

Both were completely ignoring their children's cries for them to stop.

"Stop it right now, both of you!!!" England yelled causing them all to look at you, "Our son is dead and you two decide to fight!!"

"Maybe he wouldn't be dead if you helped him," Spain spat.

It got quiet.

England's eyes narrowed.

"You know, if I remember correctly. You were leaning towards John's side too," He said with a hint of anger in his voice.

"I didn't ally with him and help him," Spain repiled.

"But when Amerique and the Union side started to win, you started to lean towards his side," France said, "Pretty pathetic if you ask me."

Spain's eyes narrowed and he crossed his arms, "You were leaning towards John too. But that was only to interfere with Mexico. How'd it feel to mess with two of our kids while one was struggling to keep his country together and is now dead?"

France gritted his teeth and swung his fist back before punching Spain in the jaw causing him to stumble back before returning a blow.

England rushed in front of them and grabbed both their fists. "Our child is dead, and you two want to fight right in front of our other children."

"Stop playing innocent Inglaterra."

England blinked, "What?"

"It's mostly your fault he's dead."

England punched Spain.

"I have to agree with him Angleterra."

England froze and looked at France slowly, "France?"

"You forced Matthieu to fight against his brother and Amerique begged you not to ally with John. And you did," France was looking down.

England held back tears and slapped France, "You think I want my baby dead!?!" He yelled at the two men, "We're all to blame here!! He asked all of us for help and we didn't!! We didn't help him at all. We were his fathers and he was our son and yet we were too selfish to help him!! I admit it, I am mostly to blame here!!"

He looked at France and Spain and took a deep breath as the tears fell.

"But that doesn't mean I don't miss my baby boy either."