Corrupted (DISCONTINUED)

Chapt. 7 - Twin Bonding

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"America..." A familiar voice whispers. I immediately stand and whip my head around. My brother Canada, was standing in the middle of the room, starring at me with worry filled eyes.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, the journal behind my back. Canada stared back at me, both worried and concerned, and a bit frightened. "What's that behind your back?" He moves his head but not moving closer, trying to see what it is. "Oh nothing, just drawing!" I grinned, twitching my fingers wanting to throw a fist at him for sneaking in without knocking. Canada wasn't dumb though, and he did not accept my sorry excuse.

"America." Canada said, surprisingly sternly. "Show me what you're hiding." I shake my head in a childish way. "America... Alfred." I flinch slightly at him, he rarely calls me by my human name.

What to do, what to do... Show him my journal? Or just hide it? I mean, I drew a bit in my journal. I can show him the drawings and he might just buy it. He'll think I was just doodling.

I shakily reveal the book, Canada raises an eyebrow. I flip to the page of one of my drawings, choosing which I want to show him. They were all a bit gruesome, since I only drew in this whenever I want a certain country to 'die' in a sort of way. It would be normal if I showed him the one for Russia, but would Canada want to see Russia decapitated on a table, body parts and insides spilling of a gray table? Or the other one of him having a stitched smile with empty eye sockets forcefully open, Russia's skin peeling off, his scarf gone revealing his past abuse.

Would I really want to show that to Canada?

"America?" Canada whispers. He had a brotherly tone attached to each letter, screaming concern he's feeling for me at this very moment. "H-Huh, sorry! I was zoning out for a bit!" I chuckled nervously. I noticed Canada eyeing the book, he stares at it like it was some sort of foreign creature he has never seen. But he wasn't fascinated.

I flip through other drawings, until I find one of my latest works. It was England, standing in what looks like a black abyss. He's kneeling, head hung low and hair covering his face. But you could see something falling, they were small, but they represented tears. Floated around him were all his former colonies' favourite items or old toys when they were younger. Mine was represented with a box, a few toy soldiers falling out, Canada's was a simple white bear plush, Australia had his little Koala plush, and so on and so forth. In England's hands was an album, clearly looking at some old family photos.

It wasn't gruesome, so I showed it to him. I turned the book towards him, "See? I was drawing!" I smiled. Canada's face fell, his skin turned pale.

"What?" I asked, a bit worried. Canada trembles vigorously, hand covering his mouth. I suddenly look at the page and my eyes widened. It wasn't a drawing of England I was meant to show, but a different drawing, and it's Canada. He was burning into flames, his mouth and eyes wide open. His skin falling apart, and you could've swore you can hear him scream just by looking at this black and white drawing. ((All of the drawings he drew were with pencil, he's just a great shader - Kat))

I must've turned the page by accident when I turned it towards him. I immediately threw the book behind me on the desk and looked back at Canada. "L-Look, that isn't what it looks like. I-" I stopped blabbering and look at him. Canada's breathes were a bit heavy, his eyes still wide. That drawing was so realistic, it's like you're watching it happen. The flames seem like they really are dancing, burning up his little brother.

"W-Why... W-What was that?!" He yells.

He's just so easy to frighten, God he's pathetic.

Right when I thought you left me alone for once.

"Look, I wanted to draw something Halloween related. So I just... you know..." I trailed off. "Why me of all people?" He whimpered. I stare at him straight in the eyes.

"Because.... I can."

"What sort of excuse is that?!" He yells. "What have you been doing?! What have you been writing?! Drawing?!"

I flinch, surpised at his raise of voice.

"This isn't any of your business!!" I defend.

"Well I need to know!!"

"Who says?!"

"I DO!! I'm your sibling I have the right!! I'm worried for you America!! You've been changing, you're so much more distant from me and the other countries now. You think we don't know? I watched your actions, you're not like before." He panted, "I care about you."

"And what am I to you?" I glared.

"My brother. My older brother who I look up too." He whispered.

"Liar." I spat. "You're saying nothing but nonsense. You and the others who hurt me should just rot in hell."

"Hurt?? Ridiculous!! Where do you get that nonsense from!?"

"I- FINE!! WANNA KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN DOING?!" I angrily grab the journal from behind me and throw it straight at Canada. Slighty regretting my actions, but proud none the less.

He ducks, avoiding the flying book. It hits the wall and falls, opening to a page. It wasn't a drawing, but one of my entries. I breathe heavily and my head hung low.

A few minutes pass of silence, maybe even an hour

"I'm sorry..." Canada murmured. I looked up, he now in front of me extending his hands. "I didn't mean to get mad all of a sudden." I wasn't in the right mood still, but accepted the hug anyways. "I want an explanation America. Please. Hurt? What do you mean by that?!" He released me from the hug and smiled sadly.