Wings

Chapter 11: Who Else Knows

(Canada's POV)

I can't believe it. My brother is the winged country! The feather belongs to him! How did I never notice!? My legs felt weak under my weight. America put on his shirt and put on his tux over it. His wings were hidden from view. I quickly stood up, took a breath and knocked on the door.

"Oh, come in," America called and I entered. "Everything alright Nada? You look like you've seen a ghost"

"What? Oh-uh-y-yeah," I stutter out. My mind is running wild. Should I tell him I know? Why did he hide it from me?

"Are you nervous about the meeting?"

"Uh..y-yeah," I say. Why can't I tell him I know?

"Heh, it's alright, meetings are usually scary," He said, giving me a warm smile. That smile hurt, it created a pit inside my chest. Why does he have to be so gullible? Why does he have to trust me when I can't trust him? "But you'll have me to help you out if things get hard," America said interrupting my thoughts.

"You're so good to me," I say softly.

"Why wouldn't I be? You are my brother."

"I guess, but a lot of things have happened," I say and America nods. "H-hey Ame, could I ask you something?"

"Sure, what's the question?"

"Do...do you remember Native?" I ask. America's face goes still, I start questioning myself.

"I remember a little about her, not much. She dressed me, helped me learn how to read," America says smiling.

"Do you remember what happened to her?"

"....I remember dad getting mad. He aimed something at me, that's when she stepped in and took the blows...I don't remember anything after that, but when I woke up the next day, I had this ring" America lifted up his hand and played with the ring.

"Did...did she ever ask you to hide things?" I ask. America looks at me with eyes unreadable.

"...no. There was nothing to hide after all," America says. I could feel myself boil with rage. I know that he's lying! "Come on, let's get going." America walks out and I follow.

We reach the lobby and enter the car, I check the time again 11:25. We start driving. I've never been so stressed sitting next to my brother. As my thoughts spiral, I get angrier. Why didn't he trust me enough? Why did he hide the truth from his own family? I wonder how mom and dad will react. Who would tell them?! America didn't even tell me! He might not even tell them.

We reach the meeting place and park. America quickly walks off and I follow behind. We enter and almost immediately get scolded by mom.

"You guys need to watch the time more," France says and we nod.

"Hey mom, could I talk to you?" I say and France nods walking off and I follow. We sit down.

"So what do you need?" She asks.

"Um..I'm sorry I snapped at you," I say.

"Oh, baby it's alright, I haven't really been there for you guys," France says.

"That still doesn't make what I said alright"

"You're right. How about after we go back to our countries I visit you or you visit me," France says and smiles.

"Heh, it has been a while since I've seen Paris," I say and smile weakly.

"Then it's settled, you'll visit me. I'll plan out the best mommy and son dates ever!" Mom smiles. I look up to see America, but he isn't there.

"Hey mom, where did America go?" I ask.

"Oh, he's probably in the meeting room, you know he likes to be the first one in there," France says.

"Okay, well I'm going to go," I say and stand up.

"Au Revoir!" France says and waves and I walk away. I walk to the meeting room. The doors creaked open and I hear low murmurs. I peek inside. I see America, Britain, and...UN? Why are they there?

"You have to be more careful," UN says and I listen close.

"It was just a creaked open door...but he could've seen them," Dad says.

"He seemed obliviuos..as always," America says.

"America if he saw your-" UN said.

"Wings? I know what would happen," America said cutting off UN.

"Has he come to you with your feather?" Dad asked. What!? It's his feather!?

"I feel like he's gone to every country with my feather," America says.

"God America, you have to be careful!" UN says.

"Okay, I'm sorry my feathers decided to wilt without me knowing!" America said raising his voice.

"Keep your voice down," UN says in a scolding voice.

"Let's continue this later, other countries are going to enter soon," Dad says and the three stop talking and go to their seats.

I'm not mad. I'm furious! Dad and UN knows! Who else knows! America trusts Dad and UN, but not me!? Does my own brother hate me that much!? I could hold in my anger when it was just my brother, but not anymore. No, I'm going to let loose.

If he won't tell mom, I will.

I'll tell everyone.

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Sorry if it's a bit short, it was just going too fast I couldn't slow it down.

Btw, I might not post for a while. My mental and physical health is in a deep grave and I should fix it before I post anymore. I'm not discontinuing, just taking a break.