Please Remember Me

Chapter 19

Third P.O.V

When America and Canada got home, America immediately went up the stairs and slammed the door to his room and took no note of his parents who were sitting on the couch. "What's up with him?" UK asked, raising an eyebrow. France looked concerned. "Is he alright?"

Canada doubted telling his parents about what America did and how he and Ukraine fought would help the situation so he lied, "He's upset that, uh, he lost to me in a game of rock paper scissors we were playing as we walked home!"

That might seem like a silly and stupid excuse, but it was actually quite believable. America hated to lose, whether it was some sports competition or kids game.

UK sighed and France smiled, thinking it was nothing serious. "I'll go check on him." Canada said and speed walked to America's room.

Just as he was about to knock on the door, he got a text notification from his phone. He intended to just take a quick glance at it and put it back into his pocket and continue what he was doing but stopped to read it and he realised what the message was about. It was from Germany.

G:Hey Canada. Just heard about what happened with Ukraine and America. I was thinking that we could try and help America move on. Ukraine and Belarus have already agreed to it, and I was wondering if you would like to join in. You could tell America about it too so he knows what we're doing. I've already asked Poland and Japan, but they haven't replied yet.

Canada brightened up. He was glad that everyone, well, almost everyone to be more specific, was willing to go out of their way and help America. Even Ukraine was part of this.

Canada excitedly typed in his reply.

C:Yes, of course I would! I'll go tell America about it now ^.^

He kept his phone in his pocket and knocked on the door. "Hey Ame, I'm coming in, okay?" After several seconds of silence from America, Canada decided to head inside.

America was sitting at the edge of his bed. His head hung low and his hand were clasped together. His right cheek was starting to turn red from the slap Ukraine gave him not long ago.

Canada slid next to him. "How are you feeling?" He asked, smiling gently at America. "Like everything was for nothing." America said, a mix of anger and sadness in his voice.

Canada put his arms around America's shoulders. "You tried your best. It was a good last attempt at getting our old friend back."

"Well, I wanted my attempt to succeed! I wanted him back!" America exclaimed angrily, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. "I miss him... so much..." America's tone became softer as he began to cry.

Excluding the time they were at the hospital, America had never cried like this in front of his friends or brother.

Canada pulled America into a hug, his shirt acting as a tissue as America cried into his chest. "I-I loved him, everything a-about him. I should have confessed instead of being a coward. Now I don't have a c-chance of even talking with him again. He was the one, and I let him go." America cried out. Canada could barely hear him due to how muffled his voice was.

Canada didn't say a word and just let America cry as much as he needed.

After two or three minutes, America calmed down but a few sniffles remained. Canada looked at him with gentle eyes, ones that always made America feel better once he saw them. "I know it hurts, that pain is one that nobody deserves to feel. But we must all get through this together. I don't think Russia would like seeing you in this state, the old or current one." Canada comforted.