The Part No-One Talks About (Canada x Ukraine) (ON HOLD)

chapter 9

Warning!

This first part is very graphic! If you don't like writen gore, skip to the dotted line!

Be wary of continuing.

Canada's pov

Cannon and gun shots rung out across the snow covered battle field accompanied by the clashing of steel.

Her ears, numb to this by now, had regained her hearing, but Her eyes still stung from the cold.

When out of nowhere an American soldier lunged at her.

Wanting to stay in the fight, she almost dodged it, but their bayonet struck her left eye, leaving a terrible gash and without depth perception.

Inraged, she fired her flintlock pistol into his leg, and slowly walking towards him, pulling the war axe from her belt, and using the blunt end, she proceeded to bash in his face, leaving him unrecognizable.

She then noticed the young boy, no older than 18, shaking in fear as he saw the red and blue country bash in someone's face.

She lunged at the boy, and proceeded to stab her axe into his jaw, and rip it out.

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No one's pov

Canada woke up with a jolt. She looked around. She was in her bedroom, back where she belongs.

She looked down to her right and saw Ukraine, fast asleep. She slowly laid back down and put her arms back around him, and started to sob.

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Ukraine's pov

As I came around, I noticed that, for starters, I wasn't in my room, and secondly there was a set of arms around my chest.

I as realized I was in Canada's imbrace, I could feel my face go hot.

I wasn't in the most comfortable position, so I tried to shift without waking her, but we all know that that doesn't work.

"Mm, good morning uki." I turned my body to her. "Good morning, nada." As I said that, Canada kissed me.

I was left speechless, and she said, "lets go get something to eat, shall we?"

Huh. Ain't that a kick in the head.

As she got up, she lifted me up and placed me down on my feet with ease. I guess that's how I got up here then.

I look around the room, the room was painted gray, there's a mini fridge in the corner of the room with a computer next to it, a poster for the lego batman movie, a long cabinet of drawers, on a shelf there was some silver and gold medals for... la- lacrosse? and at the foot of her bed, mounted on the wall was a Nordic war axe.

It was a small one, only handheld, for at least someone who is 6'1".

I decided to go downstairs, where Canada was. She appeared to be making bacon and eggs. "So, how did you sleep, uki?" "Really well, what's your mattress made of?" She lookedover to me.

"Its a memory foam mattress, and it's really comfortable, but it might have been because you were sleeping next to me~." She winked.

I walked into the living room. America was watching the morning news. I wasn't interested in it until.. "in other news, rumors say that the countryites Ukraine and Canada are in a relationship."

"What. The. Hell. We literally got together yesterday, and its has already a part in morning news."

"Well, it's no surprise, the press watch the royal family like a hound dog. We are pretty much the same, just figureheads, we go to meetings, shake hands and leave." Piped up a surprisingly knowledgeable America.

"Uh America, have you taken your anxiety pills yet?" Asked nada from the kitchen.

"Oh shit!"

The US vaulted over the side of the couch and ran up the stairs.

"So, what was that about?"

America, do to his fragile union, developed spilt personally disorder. He takes anxiety medication to keep it at bay." Said Canada, plating some eggs.

"Oh I feel sorry for him."

"Thankfully, his spd is limited to his states, with one exception. An especially violent part of his history, the confederation."

"Uhm, what?"

"Right, you're not well versed in America's history, the Civil War of the United States. His opponent was the confederation of America."

"Ohh, I remember hearing about that at one point."

America leaned over the railing. "Uhh, you guys really drew a crowd." "What?" "Take a look outside."

We went over to the yard facing window, and out along the road in front of Canada and America's house, was several reporter vans and reporters.

"Sigh, ill be right back." Said Canada.

She swiftly returned with the axe that was mounted in her room.

"Hey, now, there's no need for that, we just need to tell them off."

"Oh, thats EXACTLY what I'm gonna do~."

Me and ame moved over to the window again as Canada went through the
Door.

Ame cracked open the window so we could hear what they're saying.

"OI! Get off the lawn!" One of the female reporters responded, "and what if we don't?"

Canada responded with throwing her axe at her, landing on the inside of the van she was next to.

What really confused me is the fact that she outstretched her arm and the axe returned to her hand.

"YOU COULD HAVE HIT ME WITH THAT!" Canada calmly responded, "No, I wouldn't have, I was aiming for the van. Now get OUT OF HERE!"

The reporters sprinted to their vans, probably not wanting their skull split.

Canada walked back in, and sat down to eat like nothing happened.

"You better get used to that, it occurs quite often." "The reporter thing or the goes back to what she was doing afterwards?"

"...yes."

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Hello again, I'll hopefully be able to get more work out, got some new ideas and there will be much more to come.

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