Wings

Chapter 7: Apology Not Accepted

(Canada's POV)

I slammed the car door and quickly walked towards the lobby of the hotel. Before I entered I looked back and saw my brother crying. I wanted to run to him tell him it's okay, but I didn't...I walked inside and let go of my fists. I looked around the lobby, few countries were there talking still in their suits. I took out my phone and checked the time: 12 PM.

"Well, wanna show me, New York?" I heard a voice say and I looked up. Ukraine was there, she was wearing a white shirt with black jeans and my red flannel wrapped around her waist.

"There's not a lot of things to show in New York," I say, "I mean they've got the 9/11 Memorial and the Statue of Liberty. But that's it"

"Then show me those then we'll look around. Don't they have that large park?" Ukraine asks

"Yeah, Central Park. Why don't I get changed into something more comfortable and we'll go from there" I say and Ukraine nods and sits down in a chair. I start walking to the elevator and get in. Nobody else entered the elevator so I just kept quiet and walked into my room.

(Ukraine's POV)

I sat on the chair and played on my phone. Wasn't playing anything good, just those crappy games with clickbait ads. Then a shadow forms over me. I look up and see my brother, Russia. "What you want?" I asked. I probably know what he's gonna say, but I let him speak.

"Why do you like him?" Russia asks

"Hm?" I keep my eyes on him and cross my legs

"Kанада. Why do you like that capitalist's brother?" (Canada) Russia crosses his arms

"Oh my god, are you seriously comparing Maple to America?" I realize I said Canada's nickname. Russia gets mad.

"Don't give him a nickname, Украине" (Ukraine) Russia's voice gets deep and thick.

"You can't control me, I'm an adult," I snap, "And frankly, I will love and like whoever I want," I notice Canada walking towards us and I stand up and walk to him. "You ready?" I smile and ask.

"Yup! First stop, Central Park," Canada says and I smile. I hook my arm to his arm and we begin to walk out. I look over to Russia one more time and see him with his arms crossed and giving Canada the death glare.

We walk to his car and start the drive. It's mostly quiet, but we do have some small talk.

And then Canada asks, "What were you and your brother talking about?" I stop and remember the fury in his eyes.

"He doesn't like you. He compared you to America and I snapped," I said quietly, "He still treats me like a kid. He needs to understand that I'm an adult and I'm gonna make decisions without him"

The drive was quiet and we park a little way away from Central Park and started the walk. I was amazed by the buildings here, and when we reached the park I gasped. The trees were green and light pink and the grass had flowers painted in May's colours. The paths were covered with pink petals from the trees.

"I didn't know such a dirty place could hold such beauty," I said and Canada nodded.

"New York isn't the cleanest, but here, they keep it perfect," Canada says and we start walking. The walk was quiet and peaceful, I kept close to Canada and sometimes put my head on his shoulder. Ukraine felt peaceful here, here: she wasn't a country. Just a person.

(Canada POV)

After hours of talking and walking around, we decided to go back to the hotel. Once we reach the lobby Ukraine says goodbye to me and walks to where here siblings are. Russia's not with them. I pull out my phone and check the time, 5 PM. I spent five hours with Ukraine.

"Hey, Nada.." I hear a voice and lookup. Standing there is America. His hand is on the back of his neck and he looks pretty nervous. Should be.

"What do you want?" I ask. America was put off by my tone

"I just wanted to say sorry for yelling-"

"You should be" I cut him off and cross my arms

"Hey it's not my fault you snapped and wouldn't tell me anything," Americas tone changed and he stood taller.

"I don't have to tell you anything. We're not kids," I state.

"Well, when you come out of a meeting with your fists clenched and visibly mad, I have a right to know"

"No you don't, and stop acting like your all high and mighty." I spit

"I act that way because I have a reputation to uphold-"

"Oh, your reputation is all that matters? Oh sorry, want me to go back into your shadow?" I didn't realize it, but I started to raise my voice.

"Your reputation matters too! All I'm saying is that because I act like a dick sometimes-"

"You mean you are a dick" I cut him off.

America clenches his fists, "I'm trying to say sorry! Can you for once not be the annoying brat like you always are!?"

"OH, I'm annoying!" I'm yelling at this point.

France notices us and quickly walks over, "Boys behave"

"I'll behave when this psycho, learns to care for somebody other them himself," I say.

"Right I'm done," America says and starts walking off, "Good luck with that bird's feather moron." With that, America is gone. I'm left with my fists clenched and a wave of anger.

"Mon cher, what was that?" France asks.

"America wanted to say sorry because he didn't want to ruin his reputation"

"That doesn't sound like America. I think that actually just wanted to say sorry to his brother," France says and puts a hand on my shoulder.

"Do you live with America?" I look at my mother

"No, but that-"

"Then you don't know what he sounds like," I cut her off and walk away with my fists clenched.

I go into the elevator and enter my room. I look out the window, the sun is close to setting, but not quite there leaving a burst of pinks and yellows over the buildings and skyscrapers. I sigh and lay down on my bed. I look at the feather and pick it up. I know you don't belong to a bird, I think as I play with the feather. I look around the cold room.

I know people think I'm insane, but this feeling is real.

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That took a while! I'm sorry I hit writers block while writing this chapter. I'll get working on the next chapter right now!