Canada's eye lids fluttered in exhaustion as he gave a slight yawn, tears coming out of his eyes, barely focusing on his brothers words or was refusing to comprehend. To him, it was both.
Canada looked at the clock as time ticked slowly. He was wondering what was that thing he saw in his bedroom.
After fixing his skewed goggles in front of the mirror, Canada looked at his reflection.
He looked sad. Very sad.
He felt lonely on always being alone.
He felt empty whenever he sees England and France fight.
He felt a tint of jealousy whenever he sees England and France fawn all over America.
With a sigh, he pushes his glasses up as he was about to leave.
A small voice broke the tranquility of it all.
Canada's body turned around as he saw a figure in the mirror, that seems all too similar to him.
Canada stopped as the reflection merely grinned and twitched slowly moving, trying to get closer, as if he was trying get out of the mirror.
Canada froze in fear as his body became cold at the horrifying scene. His heart pounded in fear as his face turned pale. "G-Get away!" The man yelled as he takes a step back.
The demand didn't stop the figure from moving who continued to escape the mirror, it's fingers protruding from the glass.
Canada was shivering as his back hits the wall, his mind blocked out in indescribable fear.
"YO CANADA!!! I JUST REALLY WANNA SHOW YA' MY NEW FIGHTER PLANE!!! IT'S JUST THE AWESOMEST EVER!!!" A certain voice screamed as the door swung open destroying Canada's trance.
Canada's head whipped around as he looked his brother, terror and relief etched in his face.
"Yo dude, you okay?" America asked as Canada embraced him tight, tears escaping from his glassy eyes.
America patted his brothers head as he ran his fingers through his own hair. "What's wrong? Did something happen?"
Canada shook his head as he shakily held on America's jacket tighter, his tears of fear lightly soaking the other's suit. "I-It's nothing." He whispered.
Canada gave another yawn as he looked to his side, hoping other countries already came
to entertain his brother.
He was wrong.
His eyes widened as he sees the same figure standing behind the doorway.
Canada felt a wave of nausea as soon as he saw the figure once more.
The figure gave it's signature grin and began inching closer to him.
The blonde held his head as he quickly stood up, the chair scooting backwards which fell.
"Hey, Canada? You okay, bro?" America asked as he sees his brother stand up. He looks at the same direction where Canada has been looking and sees nothing.
Canada took a few steps backwards as he sees the figure disappear.
A hand covered his eyes,
"Come to me sweet friend," it whispered to his ear.
Before Canada knew it, he followed the voice.
"Hey Canada, what do you see?" America asked as he looks curiously by the door way. He turned his head and looked at the blonde asking for an answer.
His eyes widened as he saw his brother lose his consciousness in front of him.
"CANADA!" America screamed as he reached for his brother.
Canada opened his eyes and sat up as he realized where he was.
He scanned his eyes around the area, and all he saw was flowers and grass beyond what his eyes can see.
The blonde scratched his head, the hint of nausea still there.
"Humans always say that they should be careful of what they wish for because it could come true......"
Canada's eyes widened at the voice. He never heard it before, but he clearly has an idea to who it belongs to.
"But what would be wrong if dreams could come true? Couldn't everyone be happy then?"
Canada gasped as he felt the same ghostly hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, it would not be bad....... Would it?" The voice asked in a whisper.
The blonde tensed at the question. He knew better than to believe what this creature says.
He felt the hand move away from his shoulder, and gave a sigh of relief.
"Humans are so silly~~" It giggled.
"So it's still here..." Canada whispered to himself.
Come to me, sweet friend...." The voice invited.
Canada almost screamed when he saw the figure hovering over his head and smiling.
"I'll show you a brand new world, from which you'll never want to leave......"
Canada lost his breath as he felt that black ghostly hand on his cheek.
"So what is it that you wish......?"
The blonde gave an audible gulp.
His mouth quivered.
He doesn't know what he was thinking.
He doesn't know why he agreed.
But all he knew,
In a silent voice,
"I want to be happy with my family just for once."
He felt tears running down his eyes.
"I want France to love me like before." He choked.
The figure nodded.
"I want England to see me as his son."
The figure nodded.
"I don't want to be America's shadow."
The figure nodded.
"I want to be happy, please, at least just for once..." He whispered.
The figure shushed him and kissed his forehead.
Canada was then enveloped in a tight embrace.
"Ca-Canada, wh-why are you crying lad?" A familiar voice asked him as the owner ruffles his hair.
"You can have my candy if you want Canada!" Another familiar voice exclaimed.
"Why are you crying mon petite Mattheiu?" Another voice asked as the owner hoisted him to his shoulders.
Canada opened his eyes.
His heart clenched at the scene.
He then began to cry more.
He felt loved.
He felt equal.
He was home.
The creature cackled viciously. A second prey was now entangled in his hands.
My drawing/fanfic for the dreamtalia Contest!!!XDDD
Holy crap that was...
I NEVER SOB WHEN READING STUFF
Here have a cookie
*squeeeeel* This is awesome!
(And good luck in the contest)