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Dark Heart in the White House: Epilogue
April 25
America’s House

“And that’s why you’re all losers,” Connor, now known as Conservative America or C.A., wrapped up his long-winded speech. The nations of the U.N. were holding a Skype conference, which many of them found to be more convenient than face-to-face meetings, especially during busy months such as this one. Since C.A. and America both represented a member nation, they were both required to attend. America sighed and shook his head at his son’s speech. He should have known to expect something like this from him, but it still came as a surprise.
Just as America was about to correct C.A.’s behavior, Germany beat him to it: “Ah, C.A., we were discussing worldwide immunization awareness.”
“Yeah, and I say forget it!” C.A. shot back. “Immunizations suck! Did you know they cause Autism?”
“That’s been disproven, Connor,” England interjected. “And, even if it were true,
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 17
Same day
Same place

Though America had known this was coming, he didn’t feel the least bit prepared.
For a few seconds, all he could do was stare in horror at the Presidential limo and all of the cars that held Secret Service members. The doors to all these cars opened, leaving America and Canada with barely enough time to slip out of sight before the occupants emerged. Gathering outside, along with dozens of these agents, were Donald Trump and Connor. Russia was there, too, his innocent smile contrasting with the chains that held him. None of them seemed to see the brothers, but America was still nervous. He didn’t want to be taken away; he had only just figured out what he was going to do with his life now!
“Hey, old man!” Connor shouted, rattling the end of a chain that he was using to restrain Russia like a dog on a leash. “I know you’re in there! Get your rear end out here, and I might consider letting the White House staff add heating to
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 16
February 20
Canada’s House

The air may have smelled of tranquility, but Canada wasn’t fooled. He knew all hell could break loose at any minute.
As promised, Canada had brought America back to his place, where he knew it would take longer for the government to track them down. Over the last few days, every single branch of the American military had their hands full trying to track down the fugitive country. The news was full of stories about spies and soldiers alike tripping over themselves following false leads and searching countless cities only to come up empty-handed. It was all very promising, and quite therapeutic to watch, but Canada knew that it couldn’t go on forever.
America hadn’t set foot out of the house all this time, not because it would be a bad idea to reveal his existence to the world when his own boss thought him an outlaw, but because it was too cold outside for his liking. He spent most of his time on the couch, buried under the many b
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 15
Same day
Same place

“W- what?” Canada blurted out. “America, y- you can’t be serious!”
“But I am, Canada,” America replied. “I’m never leaving this place. It’s my home now.”
“What’s going on?” Canada asked. “This isn’t like you.”
“It’s not like the old me, you mean,” America corrected. “The new me knows better.”
“Knows what better?” Canada demanded. “America, you don’t belong here; this place is a prison! Now, I’ve spent the last few days trying to find out what happened to you, and I’m not just going to let you stay here.”
America sighed. He didn’t know what part of this was so hard to understand. “Canada, I appreciate that you care enough to come get me, but you shouldn’t. You really shouldn’t. After all, who in their right mind could ever love a monster?”
Canada
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 14
February 14 (night)
The White House

After a few days of prep work, Canada was finally ready to rescue his brother.
He and his bear crouched in the bushes across the street from the White House, wearing black clothes and hats to blend in with the darkness. Canada had planned the strike for this particular night because he knew many members of White House Security would be distracted, longing to spend Valentine’s Day with their loved ones rather than working. He hoped that that would improve his chances of getting in, but he would still have to move around many trigger areas that would activate alarms. Such areas were located both inside and outside the White House, along with Security Staff members who would not be as distracted as their coworkers were due to not having any loved ones. And then, of course, there was the matter of actually finding his brother. Canada didn’t have any fancy spy equipment to help him with his mission, but that was okay; he had done plenty
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 13
February 8
Hollywood

Even though Canada knew that his search was coming to an end, he felt more lost than ever, and not just because this was a big city, his phone’s GPS was on the fritz, and he didn’t have a map.
Canada, clutching his bear, had stumbled, dazed and confused, into multiple movie sets, sometimes right in the middle of filming. He had managed to anger quite a few directors and producers, interrupt a few kissing scenes, slip on some fake blood, and hit his crotch on a random prop, but he still hadn’t found America. So, now, as Canada wandered aimlessly through the streets, he began to wonder if he would ever find America.
Then, out of the blue, he stumbled upon Chinatown, one of the many towns that China often set up as a vacation home. Canada, remembering how the other nations he’d come across had offered him help, decided to check and see if China was there. It was something of a gamble, but Canada was running out of options. He was getting
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 12
Same night
The White House

America was forced to hobble down the hall, flanked on either side by guards. From what he’d heard, the cabinet had spent most of today and yesterday trying to decide what to do with him. He hadn’t been given any details, but he knew that some sort of punishment was to be dished out. And all because he’d found something he’d never wanted to see again. Why did he have to take that stupid Iron Cross half?
Finally, America arrived at the Oval Office. Donald Trump was sitting behind his desk, looking very disappointed. America was forced to sit down in a chair in front of the desk. One of the guards took his crutches, likely to keep him from escaping. Sitting next to America was none other than Russia, his usual smile plastered on his face.
“Hello, America,” Russia said. “Are you doing well?”
“No comment,” America replied. Turning to Trump, he asked, “Why did you want to see me, sir?”
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 11
February 7 (night)
The Bellagio, Las Vegas

Canada collapsed in his hotel room, his bear by his side. They had spent all day searching the Las Vegas strip, but they still hadn’t found any sign of America. None of the casino workers they’d talked to had seen him, and it didn’t seem as if he’d gambled anywhere. So, once again, Canada was frustrated, exhausted, and had no idea what to do next.
“What are we going to do, Kumahanatamgo?” Canada asked. “Everywhere we look, we just find more evidence that America is nowhere to be found.”
“Who are you?” the bear asked yet again.
“I’m Canada,” Canada sighed. “We’ve only got two places left to search, but I’m starting to doubt he’ll be at either location; after all, he’s nowhere else. Is there something I’m not taking into consideration? Is there something I’m not seeing?”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” the bear cut
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 10
Same Day
The White House

America was at his wit’s end. It was bad enough that Trump never let him do anything, and worse that he never got any information about the outside world. But now he had to deal with Russia bringing up parts of his past that he had forgotten about and would have preferred to keep that way. And so, having exhausted all of his other options, America did something he never thought he would do.
He entered the White House library.
America scanned the vast shelves, which housed thousands of books, hoping that he would at least find a comic book or something instead of having to resort to reading something boring. As he did, he pondered his current situation. No one had come to visit him; he’d been told they were all too scared of him. He would’ve given anything to hear from his buddies in the G8, even if all of their ideas sucked compared to his. For that matter, he would have been happy to hear from any country (except for Russia). Indeed, e
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 9
February 6
Walt Disney World, Florida

It had taken him the better part of two days to search the whole property, and Canada still had found no trace of his brother. You would think that with four theme parks and several smaller attractions to choose from that America would be somewhere having fun. But no. Instead, Canada was left feeling more frustrated and hopeless than ever.
Canada had chosen a resort that rested on the shores of a lagoon. It was on that shore where he rested now, collecting his thoughts. It had been several days, and America was still nowhere to be found. Las Vegas, Hollywood, and Washington, D.C. were still viable options, but Canada was starting to doubt if America would be at any of those places; after all, he was nowhere else. Still, he knew he couldn’t give up the search just yet. America may have been annoying, but Canada didn’t want to stop the search until he knew what his brother had been doing all this time.
Bonjour,
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 8
February 4
The White House

This was the pits.
Ever since Russia had moved in, America hadn’t been able to get a moment to himself. Russia had followed him around, trying to get America to talk. America tried to shrug him off, take different routes than usual to avoid him, and generally give Russia the cold shoulder, but it never worked; Russia just kept coming back for more.
“Remember that time during WWII when you thought it would be a good idea to lock up all of the Japanese immigrants in your home?” Russia asked. “And the other Allies got all mad and said that it wasn’t their fault and you refused to listen? Ah, those were good times.” America blushed with anger at the memory. He hadn’t wanted to send all of the Japanese-Americans to prison camps, but he couldn’t risk having any of Japan’s spies running around his land, especially not right after the destruction of Pearl Harbor. It had been a wartime necessity and n
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 7
February 3
Houston, Texas

As Canada had predicted, there was no snow in Texas: just lots of crowds and yelling.
The rodeo was in full swing, and Canada had bought a ticket, hoping to see America in the stands somewhere. So far, however, he was just as luckless as he had been before. Despite repeated scannings of the crowd, America’s face didn’t appear anywhere. So, eventually, he gave up and watched the bull-riding event instead, contemplating how hard it could be to find the loudest, showiest, most obvious man in the world.
Later, during the intermission, Canada rose, still holding his bear, and walked aimlessly among the teeming Texan masses, contemplating his situation. America was still missing. If he wasn’t home and he wasn’t here, that still left a number of places where he could be. Where had America disappeared to and why? Canada pondered and pondered these questions until his head hurt, but he still couldn’t come up with an answer.
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 6
February 2 (night)
The White House

Another night, and there was nothing to do.
America lounged around on his bed, feeling bored out of his skull. Usually, when he was this bored, he would lounge just like this, kick his legs and contemplate life. But his life didn’t have much in it to contemplate now, and he couldn’t even kick his legs. So he was stuck like this, boredom reigning supreme. Seriously, he was pretty sure the Constitution prohibited him from experiencing this level of boredom; what was Trump thinking?
Suddenly, the light dimmed, even though no one had touched the switch. The temperature dropped about 20 degrees, causing him to shiver, but he hadn’t heard the air conditioner turn on. Everything seemed almost too quiet... until a pair of footsteps approached his door. Then America understood what was going on, and he groaned.
Russia had arrived.
Kak dela, America?” Russia greeted as he threw the door open. Russia had visited the W
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 5
Same Day
New York City

Canada had been to New York City before, but he always managed to forget how crowded it was. Everywhere he turned, there were people walking or running on their way to some important business. Taxis crowded the streets, zooming along so fast that Canada couldn’t tell where one ended and the next one began. Everyone seemed to bump into him and swiftly move on without giving him a chance to say anything. And it was all topped off by pollution that made poor Canada cough.
Canada sighed, clutching his bear in his arms. He just wanted to get to America’s apartment and ask why no one had seen him lately. To take his mind off of the agony of New York City, he pictured how the encounter would go. He would ring the doorbell and America would answer, looking thrilled and possibly a little confused. Canada would say that the other nations were worried about him. America, being America, would likely say something crazy like, “Oh, they don’t nee
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 4
February 2
The White House

America was bored.
In theory, there were plenty of things to do in the White House. Past Presidents had given him full access to the movie theater, the swimming pool, the bowling alley, the horseshoe pit, the basketball court, and the unlimited cable TV. But Trump had taken away America’s TV and movie privileges, he couldn’t swim, shoot hoops, or bowl while he was stuck on crutches, and he had already perfected the art of using a single crutch to toss horseshoes. His only other option was the library, and he hated reading, so he just wandered around the White House.
It wasn’t long before America found Trump in the middle of his Daily Briefing. The door was cracked, allowing America a glimpse of his boss. As usual, the National Security Advisor were at the Briefing, as well. Trump was the only President not to allow America in on these meetings, and that frustrated him. So, starved for information, America decided to listen in.
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Dark Heart in the White House: Chapter 3
February 1 (night)
Canada’s house

After mulling over what Germany had said, Canada spent the rest of the day talking to people in Montana, asking them if they had seen his brother. But wherever he went in the state, no one seemed to know where America was. Canada then took the search to a few other states that bordered his home territory, but the results were the same. Try as he might, he simply could not find anyone who could tell him where America was.
Canada sat at his computer, getting ready to order airplane tickets. He knew that America liked to hang out in various spots around his territory and, knowing him, probably wouldn’t venture out of it, believing other nations to be somehow inferior. This made it easy to narrow down the locations where he could possibly be. There was his house in New York City, of course. There was Las Vegas, with its bright, flashy lights and attractive women. There was California, where he could hang out with Hollywood movie stars. T
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I just heard that there was a terrorist attack after an Ariana Grande concert in England. Twenty-two people were killed and fifty-nine were injured in this unnecessary act of violence. I don't know why anyone would ever dream of doing this, much less actually do it. All I can say is that my heart goes out to the families of the victims, both living and dead, and that I hope the living ones recover.

Edit: Updated in light of new information.
That's right, ladies and gents! I got tired of the way things are turning out in the US, so I (unofficially, of course) seceded. My new country is called the Independent Republic of Sane-ia, and it just become (un)official today. Want to know more? Just click the link below to go to my Tumblr ask blog and ask any question you like. But be warned: you'll actually be asking my Hetalia OC that I created for the purpose.

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Pax, amor!

Don't worry. I'll still be writing my fanfics. Ruling a micronation is generally much less work than ruling a macronation (like the US) so I should still have plenty of time on my hands. Hopefully.
April 25
America’s House


“And that’s why you’re all losers,” Connor, now known as Conservative America or C.A., wrapped up his long-winded speech. The nations of the U.N. were holding a Skype conference, which many of them found to be more convenient than face-to-face meetings, especially during busy months such as this one. Since C.A. and America both represented a member nation, they were both required to attend. America sighed and shook his head at his son’s speech. He should have known to expect something like this from him, but it still came as a surprise.

Just as America was about to correct C.A.’s behavior, Germany beat him to it: “Ah, C.A., we were discussing worldwide immunization awareness.”

“Yeah, and I say forget it!” C.A. shot back. “Immunizations suck! Did you know they cause Autism?”

“That’s been disproven, Connor,” England interjected. “And, even if it were true, it would be better to have an Autistic child than a dead one.”

“Says the guy who decided to pull out of the EU!” C.A. yelled. “And don’t call me Connor!”

“Yeah, England, let the boy’s spirit flow free,” France purred, flipping his hair back.

“Whose side are you on?” England shouted. “Just because you supported Connor during his time as the Confederacy doesn’t mean you get to keep liking his conservatism!”

“I don’t!” France shot back. “I’m just saying that he should be allowed to express his individuality!”

While England and France traded insults over cyberspace, Japan said, “I cannot say I agree with Conservative America’s stance on immunizations. They have saved mankind from many fatal diseases since their invention.”

“That is wrong, Japan,” China argued. “Everyone knows that natural medicines are far superior to any fancy preventions that Western medicine could dream up!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Canada dared to say. “Like Japan said, vaccines have saved millions of lives that otherwise would have been claimed by any number of diseases.”

Nyet,” Russia replied, smiling his usual smile. “I don’t like it; therefore, it’s not true.”

At this point, nearly every country was engaged in an argument of Vaccines vs. No Vaccines. The only countries who didn’t have some sort of opinion on the subject were Greece, who was asleep; Italy, who sounded like he was playing Neopets again; and Germany, who looked like he was about to explode from anger. America, realizing that the meeting was almost completely derailed, decided to step in. “Everyone, calm down,” he said. “We all know that vaccines prevent diseases; that’s not what we’re here to discuss. We’re supposed to figure out how to promote worldwide immunization awareness, just as Germany said.”

“Thank you,” Germany replied, relaxing a bit. “Now, as I was trying to say, Japan’s idea of putting vaccine promotions on websites meant for children isn’t a bad one, but our main goal is to convince their parents, and other adults, that everyone should have vaccines, as well as making them accessible to those who don't live near medical facilities.”

“We should just ship them everywhere!” America cheered.

“Yeah, it doesn’t really work that way,” Germany explained. “But at least you’re trying to be helpful. Danke Schon.”

“Anytime, bro,” America replied.

“I think we should all send our most qualified doctors out to remote villages around the world,” England suggested. “They could stay for a fixed period of time – say, six months – before a new doctor comes to take their place.”

“But how would we decide who to send?” France pointed out. “Our best doctors are all tres bien.”

“I think they should play a game.” Italy finally contributed. “Whoever wins gets to go on the six-month vacation!”

“It’s not really a vacation, Italy,” Japan clarified. “But you’re right; a test of some sort would be ideal. We could select those with the highest scores to go and repeat the test twice a year. As for vaccine awareness in more urban areas, I think-”

As the discussion continued, America kicked back, relaxed, and listened to the others talk. In previous meetings, he hadn’t bothered listening to anyone’s opinions but his own. Now, however, he liked the dialogue that was going on. England’s idea of sending doctors was a good one, France’s question about it was perfectly valid, Italy had contributed something useful for once, and Japan helped take that idea and turn it into something workable. And it was all because America had helped get the conversation back on track. He felt so proud!

As America’s eyes wandered across the screen, which was filled with the faces of talking countries, his gaze met Canada’s. Canada smiled, his eyes filled with brotherly pride, as if to say, “I’m proud of you, America.”

“Thanks, bro,” America thought back, communicating wordlessly with Canada as only good siblings could. And then he pulled back to look at the whole screen again and smiled.

Almost 200 nations together on a screen. So many faces. A whole world. And, now that America was no longer listening to Trump, a new start.
Dark Heart in the White House: Epilogue
And so we end with the nations actually having a productive meeting for a change. Maybe it's just because England and France can't physically duke it out, but I still like how it turned out.

Also, the date I picked is the first day of the U.N.'s International Immunization Week.

Hetalia belongs to Himaruya and Funimation.
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Same day
Same place


Though America had known this was coming, he didn’t feel the least bit prepared.

For a few seconds, all he could do was stare in horror at the Presidential limo and all of the cars that held Secret Service members. The doors to all these cars opened, leaving America and Canada with barely enough time to slip out of sight before the occupants emerged. Gathering outside, along with dozens of these agents, were Donald Trump and Connor. Russia was there, too, his innocent smile contrasting with the chains that held him. None of them seemed to see the brothers, but America was still nervous. He didn’t want to be taken away; he had only just figured out what he was going to do with his life now!

“Hey, old man!” Connor shouted, rattling the end of a chain that he was using to restrain Russia like a dog on a leash. “I know you’re in there! Get your rear end out here, and I might consider letting the White House staff add heating to your room!”

Right then and there, America came up with a plan.

“Canada,” America said, “I need you to buy me some time. Go out there and talk to those guys for fifteen minutes. For once, they should know you’re not me because they know I’m on crutches. Try to distract them.”

“What?” Canada blurted out. “America, I can’t do that. You know I’m not good at asserting myself; these guys will just plow right past me and storm in to find you.”

“I know,” America replied. “But I have a plan and I need to do some minimal prep work before I can pull it off. Please, Canada. Fifteen minutes: that’s all I ask.” On top of the plea, America tried to make his face look as pathetic as possible, hoping to persuade his brother to do this one last thing to protect him from Trump’s wrath.

After several long seconds, Canada looked away and mumbled, “Ah, well, I’ll try.”

“Perfect. See you there,” America said. As Canada walked out through the back door to meet the evil men, America headed as fast as he could to Canada’s computer. It didn’t take long; the computer was just in the living room, the next room over from the dining room. After taking a second to ease himself into the chair, America found the writing software and pulled it up. He was going with the one form of attack that Trump would never see coming: writing a contract.

America’s fingers flew across the keys as if his life depended on it, which it probably did. He didn’t know much about contract writing, but he knew the basics of what a contract was. He phrased what he had in mind as best as he could, checking and double-checking his work as he went, leaving no room for loopholes in the agreement. He wasn’t familiar with too many fancy legal terms, but that part didn’t worry him. After all, the whole plan hinged on Trump not bothering to read the contract before he signed it.

As America typed, he was able to hear conversation between Canada and Trump and his goons through the broken window. At first, things seemed to be going smoothly enough; Canada asked about generic topics like the weather, as well as inquiring how Connor had been all this time. After a while, though, Trump began to suspect something was up and began asking where America was. Canada made up a bunch of excuses, slipping from one to another as each was disproved under the pretense of having a faulty memory. As America went to print the document, however, it was plain to see that poor Canada couldn’t handle it anymore; he was on his knees, clutching his head, and every word he spoke cracked with restrained tears. Trump was now yelling at him to reveal what he really knew, and America felt sorry that he had ever asked Canada to stall for time. Fortunately, the document didn’t take very long to print, and America strapped it to a clipboard, gathered it under his arm, threw off the blanket, replaced it with a jacket, and hobbled outside a minute earlier than he said he would be there.

“Freeze!”

The words caused all the shouting to cease. All eyes fixed on America as he made his way across the yard, his crutches slowing his progress more than he would have liked. Once he had reached his brother’s side, America glared at the forces that had gathered to capture him. All was quiet, with tension thick enough to cut with a chainsaw.

After an eternity of speechlessness, Connor was the first to compose himself. “Well, well, well,” Connor sneered. “It seems Mr. Hero has finally given up the fight. It took us forever to track you down, but it was worth it.”

“I helped,” Russia offered.

“Quiet, you,” Connor snapped, smacking Russia upside the head.

“If you know what’s good for you, America,” Trump snarled, “you’ll come back quietly.”

“And so I will,” America lied. Canada looked at him, more horrified than ever, but America gave him a look that he hoped said, “Chill, bro. I know what I’m doing.” “But, first, I need you to sign something. If you do, I’ll never run away again.”

To America’s relief, Trump didn’t question this. Instead, he relaxed and said, “Is that all? Maybe you’re as smart as I am after all, America. Where’s the form?”

“Right here.” America presented Trump with the clipboard, the contract still attached to it. Trump, being the idiot he was, didn’t take a second look at the words; he just grabbed a pen from one of the Secret Service members and signed his name on the line. He then looked at America expectantly, waiting for him to cooperate. Seeing such stupidity in his former boss, America couldn’t help but laugh.

“What? What’s so funny?” Trump asked, sounding a bit nervous.

“Dude, are you for real?” America taunted. “You’d think a businessman, of all people, would think to read a contract before he signed it.”

“Why would I do that?” Trump challenged.

“You just signed the worst document you could possibly have put your name on,” America explained. “You didn’t secure me; you released me!”

“What?” Trump demanded.

“That’s right. I’m free,” America outlined, sticking the clipboard into his jacket. “I’m sick and tired of the way you treat me, Trump. Remember how you told me you knew from Day 1 I’d be trouble? Well, the feeling’s mutual. You’re gonna drive my people into the ground if you’re allowed to succeed in your administration and I, for one, will not stand for it.”

Trump looked shocked. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that, like millions of my people, I will not accept you as my boss,” America stated, plain and simple. “I’ll join the Democrats who have teamed up to fight you. I’ll protest your every move by asking the Congressmen not to listen to you. In general, I’ll stop you from letting you have your way.”

Trump’s orange face turned as red as a fire hydrant. “This is outrageous! You can’t do this to me! Who’s gonna work for me?”

“Someone who actually wants to work with you,” America said, his mood turning serious. As he turned to Connor, he remembered the all-too-brief time they’d spent together as father and son. He knew in his heart that he would never get those days back, but he still wanted his little boy to be happy. And that’s why what he was about to say to Connor made perfect sense. He walked toward his son, his gaze solemn.

“Uh, old man?” Connor muttered. “What are you doing?”

America came to a stop right in front of Connor. “My son,” he said, “the day you were born, I’d hoped our love would last forever. When you turned against me and seceded from me, my heart ached as only a parent’s can. When I thought you had died at the end of the Civil War, my heart ached even worse. Now, as I stand before you, I know I can never reclaim what is lost, that you will always hate me. I don’t hold that against you.

“Looking back on it, it seems obvious that we were destined to always be opposites. You loved slavery; I never approved of it. I think nature is cool; you couldn’t care less about it. I tried to make friends with Japan’s whales; you would hunt them to extinction if you could. The only thing we have in common is that we both want everyone to see things our way. But our viewpoints are too different; like fire and ice, they can never be reconciled.

“I see it all so clearly now. I’m the liberal part of our country, and you’re the conservative part. I guess that’s how it was meant to be from the beginning. But know this: even though we’re on separate sides, and will probably continue to be for all eternity, I love you. I know it’s irrational, but when has a lack of reason ever stopped me from doing anything? I know you’ll never return the feeling, but I love you, now and forever.” With that, America brought his son into a one-armed hug, not caring what anyone else thought about it. After all, Canada was right; if it were a crime for a father to love an evil son, all such parents would be guilty.

After being stunned for a couple of seconds, Connor struggled out of his father’s grip. “Keep your paws off me, old man!” he snapped. “I don’t care what you say! You’re a loser and I hate you! Nothing you ever say will be right and nothing I ever say will be wrong and that’s all there is to it! Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be heading back to the White House with Trump and-” He stopped short, and everyone was surprised to discover that the chains that Russia had been wrapped in now lay in a heap on the ground. “Hey, where’s Russia?”

“He probably actually read the contract before Trump signed it,” America explained. “It also said that he was free to go and that he had to tell his boss what you did to him. Gotta go. Bye!” With that, he hobbled away, wanting to put as much distance between himself and Trump as possible before the latter really blew his stack. He knew he had won a major victory by openly defying his boss and siding himself with the very people who were fighting against him. But the pain of losing Connor was once again fresh in America’s heart, tearing open old wounds that he thought had long since healed. Victory tainted by pain, joy tainted by sadness, happiness tainted by gloom: he had known such sensations only a few times in his life, and he never thought he would feel them again. But, now, he knew that, like so many superheroes in so many of the movies he’d watched, he would feel this strange joy-pain again many times before his life was over.

America heard something beside him and turned to see that Canada was walking next to him, looking curious. “So, this is what being a hero really feels like,” America summarized his thoughts. “Guess I’d better get used to it.”

“I’m proud of you, America,” Canada said. “And I can’t wait until the other nations learn about this.”

“Oh, I plan on telling them,” America replied. “But, first, I’m heading home. Tonny’s been house-sitting for way too long, and I’m worried he might have messed with my action figures.”

“Don’t worry, America,” Canada said with a reassuring smile. “I have a feeling that everything’s gonna be just fine.”
February 20
Canada’s House


The air may have smelled of tranquility, but Canada wasn’t fooled. He knew all hell could break loose at any minute.

As promised, Canada had brought America back to his place, where he knew it would take longer for the government to track them down. Over the last few days, every single branch of the American military had their hands full trying to track down the fugitive country. The news was full of stories about spies and soldiers alike tripping over themselves following false leads and searching countless cities only to come up empty-handed. It was all very promising, and quite therapeutic to watch, but Canada knew that it couldn’t go on forever.

America hadn’t set foot out of the house all this time, not because it would be a bad idea to reveal his existence to the world when his own boss thought him an outlaw, but because it was too cold outside for his liking. He spent most of his time on the couch, buried under the many blankets Canada had offered him, rising only to eat something hot, drink hot cocoa, and/or use the bathroom. Canada didn’t mind, though. After all America had been through, he deserved to be comfortable, at least for a while.

“Canada?”

This was the word that drew Canada’s attention away from his breakfast one morning. He looked up and saw America standing by the window, a single blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He looked worried and a little thoughtful, causing both of these emotions to rise in Canada, as well.

“Yes, what is it?” Canada asked.

“I’ve been thinking,” America said. “Now that we’ve managed to determine that Trump is one of the worst bosses ever and that I don’t wanna work for him, how do we move forward from here?”

“What do you mean?” Canada prodded, standing up and walking over to stand beside his brother.

“Well, for starters, I can’t just hide out here for the rest of the term,” America pointed out. “My people need me, and they may need me now more than ever. But I will have no choice but to listen to Trump. I mean, seriously! I’ve never had a boss that bad before, and I have to just sit there and take him. That’s not fair!”

“I know, America,” Canada replied. “It was never my plan to keep you here long term. Actually, I’m not sure what I was planning; I just knew I had to get you out.”

“Yes, and I’m grateful for that,” America said with a small smile, but it vanished as he added, “But I don’t know what to do now. I have to go back and help lead my people, but I’d rather die than get within ten feet of you-know-who again.”

“I don’t blame you,” Canada agreed. “But look at your government structure; aren’t there other options for people you can work for?”

“No, not really,” America replied.

“What about your Senators and Congressmen?” Canada pressed. “Surely, at least some of them are more agreeable than Trump.”

“Yeah, they’re good partners, but I’m not sure if any of them are really boss material,” America explained. “Why do you think it takes them so long to get anything done?”

Canada couldn’t argue with that. He rubbed his chin, trying to think of something else, but there was only one other branch in the U.S. government, and it was an unlikely place to find a boss. Still, he supposed it was better than nothing at all, so he asked, “Okay, this may be a stretch, but what about the Supreme Court?”

“Bro, would you want to work for your lawyers and judges?” America answered. “And, besides, Trump has a real jerk lined up for Supreme Court Justice; he’s so despicable, the two of them could be twins! No, thank you.”

“Oh,” Canada sighed. “In that case, I’m not sure what you should do next. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. You’ve done enough,” America replied. “You know, for all that I put you through, you really are the best brother a guy could ask for.”

“Really?” Canada asked. He’d never heard America talk that way about him before. It felt pretty good.

“Yeah,” America said. “You’re the only country patient enough to handle me on a day-to-day basis; I don’t think any of the others could stand living so close to me. You don’t complain when my people move to your place to take advantage of your free health care and lack of gun crime. Even when you do go off at me, I know we’ll be best buds again the next day, which is more than I can say for most of the other countries I know. Heck, you even broke into the White House for me; I didn’t know you had it in ya!”

America gave Canada a friendly punch in the shoulder. The brothers laughed, happy to forget about their worries for just a moment. Canada turned back to the window with an easy smile. “Well, no matter what happens next, you can count on me to help you as much as you need it.”

“That’s good to hear,” America replied. But, a moment later, an uneasy look crossed his face once again.

“What’s wrong?” Canada asked.

“Will my people even want me back?” America pondered. “Oh, sure, you can claim all you want that my people are resisting my boss but, obviously, enough people believe in his leadership abilities or he wouldn’t have gotten elected. Maybe they think I’d just get in the way; he certainly thought so.”

Canada sighed, “As much as I hate to admit it, you’ve got a point. You’ve got people who love you and people who hate you. That should be normal for us countries, but Donald Trump has taken it to extremes. Still, we both know you can’t give up without a fight; it wouldn’t be like you, anyway.”

America’s eyes widened at this. “Fight,” he muttered. “Can’t quit without a fight.” He stared out the window even more intently than before, as if he had only just noticed that something important was out there. Then, without any warning at all, he burst out in joyous laughter the likes of which Canada had been afraid he’d never hear again. “That’s it!” America declared.

“What’s it?” Canada asked, intrigued.

“Fighting!” America exclaimed. “I can fight back against my boss. Not literally, of course; that would just be stupid. But the news says that people all over my land have risen up against Trump, claiming that he’s not the boss of them. Well, he’s not mine, either! I can join the resistance! That way, I can really lead my people.”

It was Canada’s turn to widen his eyes. “You know what?” he replied. “That’s a pretty good idea. But how will you keep Trump from catching you again?”

“That’s the best part!” America said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “I’ll-”

The shattering of the window interrupted their conversation. Both countries instinctively dove before they knew what the offending object was, wanting to avoid the sharp shards of glass. Once they were both down and sure that neither one of them was hurt, they both looked to see what the weapon was. They were surprised to find that it was a generic water faucet… Or so it appeared, anyway. But they both knew what it really was.

“Uh, America?” Canada asked, feeling dread creep over his body. “Isn’t that Russia’s Magic Metal Pipe of Pain?”

“I think so,” America muttered in reply. The two of them looked at each other for a long time, Canada’s worry mirrored in America’s eyes. Canada stood up carefully, helping America stand at the same time. After handing America his crutches, Canada looked outside… And found the entire secret service parked on his lawn.

The U.S. government had finally found them.
I just heard that there was a terrorist attack after an Ariana Grande concert in England. Twenty-two people were killed and fifty-nine were injured in this unnecessary act of violence. I don't know why anyone would ever dream of doing this, much less actually do it. All I can say is that my heart goes out to the families of the victims, both living and dead, and that I hope the living ones recover.

Edit: Updated in light of new information.

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