ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢 [𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔰 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯]

Chapter 8

A/N: so another one of my friends found my fanfiction.....hi Jacob :)
I woke up pretty early, considering I don't usually
wake up at 9am. "Why, hello sleeping beauty! You finally woke up!" America sat on the arm of the sofa and chuckled. I jumped off the sofa and looked down. I was wearing a oversized hoodie and some oversized Shorts. "What the fuck?! Who changed me?!" I shrieked. My face turned a deep shade of red as America went quiet. "I did. I-I didn't see anything though!" He became quite flustered and looked down. "Well I-"
"So she finally decides to wake up huh?" Canada interrupted, holding a cup of something while standing in the kitchen. He took a sip and walked over to us. "So bro! Did you think of anything to do today? Maybe go to the mall?" He hummed. "I dunno I was thinking maybe me and Y/N go-"
"The mall it is!" Canada looked at me for help, and since I wanted to get on his good side well,
"Cmon, America! It'll be fun!" I tugged on his sleeve. America sighed "fine. I guess we could get some stuff. Just gimme a sec to get ready." America walked up the stairs to what I assumed to be his bedroom. "You're doing surprisingly well."
I turned my head to see Canada with a amused smile on his face. "I have a question." I said
"Shoot."
I took a deep breath and asked "is everyone here a boy?"
He shrugged. "I don't think so. We're all genderless but I guess we appear as guys? I honestly don't know."
"Huh..."
we sat in silence for a while. Then America walked down the stairs wearing a tank top with a camo jacket, black shorts and his sunglasses. "What are you guys waiting for? Let's go." I rushed after him as Canada followed.
"Um, so, who's car are we taking?" I asked quietly.
"Mine." Canada began walking to his car as we followed. "Hey, look..if Canada's being mean to you, you know you can tell me..." I looked at him, then Canada. "Nah, he's fine. Don't worry about it." I grinned at him. He patted me on the back and chuckled "okay, if you say so."
We all got into the car and Canada started driving. It was really awkward. You could literally see the tension in the car.
"Um, so..." I tried to strike up small talk. "What?" Canada snapped. "Canada! Don't be rude!" America glared at him.
"Why not? Can't you see what she's doing?" Canada yelled, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. "What?! What are you talking about?!" America answered just as loudly.
"She's just fucking playing around with your heart!"
"No she's fucking not! Don't you remember her?!"
"What in gods name do you mean?! I don't fucking know her!"
"She's Y/N! Y/N L/N!"
Canada stopped. "Y-you're Y/N..?" He stared at me in the mirror above his head. "Yeah. Why?" I asked saltily.
His eyes welled up as he stared at the road ahead. "So you're finally quiet?!" America growled snarkily.
Silence...
"I-I'm sorry Y/N.... I-I didn't know it was you..." Canada said under his breath. "Dude. I don't even know you that well. How the hell do you know my first and last name?!" I snarled. "Y-you don't remember me..?" Tears were running down his face by now. America put his hand on Canada's shoulder "bro. She doesn't remember me either."
"I don't think I knew you guys before this. I mean, you do seem familiar but I'm sure I didn't meet you guys before."
More silence..
"We're here...."
As we got out the car Canada walked over to me and tried to hold my hand "What the hell?!" I jerked my hand away and scowled at him. "I just wanted to say sorry.." he looked so sad I just couldn't- "It's fine. But just explain to me why you've been acting so weird when we first met." He avoided eye contact and sighed "I couldn't get over the fact that America had found a new person, I just. I missed you... I didn't want to get to know another girl with the same name..." I smiled sympathetically at him and took his hand. "It's fine. I would have acted the same way. So, um. We good?"
He chuckled and finally looked me in the eye. "We good."
We gazed into each other's eyes and both blushed. It felt like we had known each other in another time...in another life maybe....
"So that's over, we can now go!" America suddenly appeared between us and grabbed my hand. We all walked towards a shopping mall with people. "Don't people notice the things that we take? For example, when we hold up a jumper it'll seem like it's floating." I looked around, still getting used to the fact people can't see or hear me. "No, after we take the stuff it just becomes invisible to them, like us, and they act like it never existed." Canada answered. I stopped them and asked. "So. What do we do?" They both shrugged. "You choose" America muttered. I looked at them with a wicked grin. "Well. I'm going to drag you two around the whole goddamn mall." I dashed towards a random clothes store as they tried to catch up to me, I looked through a rack of shirts and jumpers. "Hm. What do you guys think?" I turned to them with a warm smile. They both looked completely dead inside. "I think one thing we both can agree on. we both don't give a shit." America said with a completely straight face. I made a pouty face and turned away. "You definitely haven't changed." Canada chuckled. "Oh have I now?" I teased. He laughed and I punched him gently on the arm. "Ow, what was that for?" He said, pretending to wince.
"Because I can't find anything!" I whined.
"Now what?" Canada asked. "I have only one thing on my mind right now. And that's food. I want food. All I want is food" America said with a blank face. "Honestly I agree." Canada nodded. "Cmon, the food court is this way." We walked towards a huge hall filled to the brim with people. "Woah!" I gasped and looked around. "Here! A free table!" America grabbed me and brought us to a table in the corner. "Actually, do you mind telling me about what I was like when we first met?" I turned to Canada. "It's okay if you don't wanna, I know it's a sensitive-"
"It's fine, Honestly, I'm surprised you don't remember. After all, America and I were your best friends"

"I miss him...."
"Who?"
"America..he was so nice to me and I-"
"Hey, hey! Don't cry! It's okay! Shh, I'm here, it's okay..."
"I yelled at him Canada! I didn't treat him nicely when all he did was help me!"
"I know, but it's not your fault, none of this is your fault...it's all your dad's it's not your fault he wants to-"