Hetalia Canada x World

Italy x Canada

Italy noticed something wrong with the forgotton nation. The way those lilac purple eyes were dull and emotionless. How pale skin got paler if it's possible. Today was different though. Canada didn't show up for a meeting. Concerned, Italy knew something was wrong. He knew emotions, dealt with emotions, saw how emotions affected someone.

When Germany felt like giving up, Italy was there to guide him through the mess. Comforted him and whispered soothing words of encouragement. Italian knew how to comfort people in the worst situitations. But why was this different? Italy knew Canada wouldn't try anything...right? Of course he couldn't even go to Canada's family since they forget about him. It was a sad sight and Italy just felt so angry.

Yet, what if Canada was tired of everything. Remebering how Germany would sometimes not eat and strave himslef during the war, how he would pinch or cut himself. Images taunted his mind and he aburptly stood up and ran out the room, ignoring the concerned calls from the others. Making his way to the other side of the buulding, where the rooms were at, he tried remembering the Canadian's room number.

"Ve, what was it?" Italy mumbled to himself, fear evident in his eyes. Turning a corner, he saw a polar bear. Isn't that Canada's pet?

"Help!" The bear shouted, running over to Italy. Shaking off the screams telling him to run, he knelt down to try to reach the bear's height.

"Ve~ what's wrong, little one?" Italy questioned. The polar bear then started running down the hall. Italy, overwhelmed and confused, decided to follow the bear. If it is Canada's bear, he can help the younger nation. Yes, everything is fine...

Arriving at a door, Italy knocked gently, praying that the Canadian simply overslept. But no one answered.

"Open!" The bear yelled, scratching at the door, near the doorknob. Getting the hint, Italy grabbed ahold of the shiny iron and twisting it to the left, the door opened a bit. Pushing it open, the nation and bear stormed inside the room, looking around for a sign of Canada.

Italy noticed blood stains on the blankets and floor. Following the stains, he stopped in front of the restroom door, where he heard quiet sobbing.

"Canada?" Italy whispered, not wanting to frighten the other. A sniff was heard and Canada's quiet voice answered.

"I-Italy?"

"Yes Canada, it's me. What's wrong?" Italy questioned. He heard shuffling before the door opened, revealing a depressed state Canada. Tears ran down rosy colored cheeks and his eyes watery and held so much pain. Hair messy and all over the place. That's when Italy noticed the dried blood on Canadas wrist when he examined the boy's body for any injuries. Cuts.

Quickly grabbing ahold of the left wrist, he inspected the cuts. Not deep or dangerous, but still a heartwretching scene to look at. Canada moved his wrist away from Italy and a guilty look replaced any sadden expressions.

"I-im sorry" Canada cried out, hugging himself. Italy surged forward and wrapped the sad nation into a tight embrace. Holding onto the boy, he noticed the polar bear walk in and lick his owner's face. Smiling, he loosened his grip a small bit and watched the two interact.

"Ve~ you two are so cute~!" Italy exclaimed happily, petting the polar bear's head. What was his name again? Kumajiro!

"Y-yeah...Kuma has always been on my side...e-even when my o-own family forgot about me" Canada whispered softly, staring up at Italy. A light blush was on his face and it made him look so much cute. The Italian smiled softly and moved his hands through Canada's soft silky hair. The Canadian leaned into his touch, a small smile replacing his frown. Leaning close, Italy placed a kiss on Canada's forehead, watching in amusement as the other's face lit up in a dark blush.

"Thank you, Italy" Canada says, hugging his savior. Italy smiled and rocked the both of them back and forth, singing a song in Italian.

America, France, and England showed up at Canada's door and walked in, seeing Italy place a blanket on Canada's body softly and turning around, jumping in surprise at the sight of the three.

"Is Mattie okay?" America asked, walking over to the bed. Italy stepped in front of it protectively and glared at America, surprising the three.

"You three are ungrateful to this poor child. He needs your attention and help but you a forget about him all the time! I can't stand watching him be so sad all the time. Until you can remember Matthew, he will be under my a care. Understand?" Italy explained angrily. The three nodded and quickly left the room, never witnessing an angry Italy. Not even at war.

"Oh pasta...ve~! I should make pasta!" Italy cheered, walking over to the small kitchen. Noticing not many items in the cabnits or fridge, he called Germany and Prussia over.

"I have a new job. A new mission. Protect little Canada at all cost. The past is the past. Now, I will do my honor and be his friend" Italy thought with a smile, proud of himself for doing something useful. Looking at the sleeping figure, he knew it was worth it. The beating of his heart and the butterflies in his stoamch. It was all worth it.

A/N- I hope this was alright, sorry it's short. Hope everyone is doing okay!