Chapter 8
Canada helped cleaned up Alfred, when they started to settle down, England and France walked in. They pretended they just woke up. England poured both him and France a cup of coffee. Canada watched in amazement. They both drank their cups and congratulated Alfred on some good coffee. Alfred failed miserably at pretending to be happy around them, he said a quiet thank you while stirring his coffee. Before anyone could talk to Alfred, Canada asked France for croissants for breakfast. Canada had to nudge America to nodded with a smile. France quickly jumped at that, dragging England with him.
"I know you're not America," Canada said, breaking the silence.
"What? What are you talking..." Alfred looked down when Canada glared at him. "You're right, I'm not him," Alfred admitted.
"Where is MY America?" Canada asked. Alfred glance up at him, and sighed.
"I'm sorry that I have to tell you, but he's dead," Alfred bit his lip.
"He can't die, he's a country. Now tell me!" Canada demanded.
"I swear to God! He was really sick when I met him, he was talking gibberish about the world and countries. I found him on the floor, he coughing up blood. I looked away for one SECOND, and suddenly, he's GONE!" Alfred tried to explain. Canada kept glaring at him.
"I swear to you, dude! I have a journal he left for me, it tells me a little bit about each country and how to act around them!" Alfred said, getting up quickly to the study upstairs. Canada followed Alfred, while he burst open America's study. He quickly snatched the journal and shoved it to Canada's hands. Canada opened it to the first page. He read it, he turned the next page. He flipped back to the first page, and reread the second. "Here's the folder he wrote about," Alfred whispered, showing Canada Alfred's death certificate and everything. Canada's body started to shake before the sobbing began. Alfred put his hand on Canada's shoulder, Canada tossed the folder to the side and sobbed into Alfred's chest. Alfred slowly hugged Canada, patting him on the back.
"I can't believe he's gone! I should checked on him when he didn't answer my first phone call," Canada cried.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't tell you what happened. I'm also sorry you had to find out about this, this way," Alfred said. Canada wiped his eyes and shook his head.
"No, it's not your fault. It's no one's really. I just, I just wished I got to say goodbye before he left," Canada sniffled.
"For what's its worth, I'm still sorry," Alfred said. There was silence before Alfred broke it. "We can have a funeral for him, if ya want," Alfred offered.
"I would like that, but I believe everyone should know about what happened," Canada said. Canada's eye caught sight of the yellow folder on the desk. "What about you? Aren't you upset about this?" he asked Alfred.
"I am, but mostly about America passing away.. I mean, I think he passed away. He disappeared mostly," Alfred shrugged.
"Countries like me, England, and France, don't die like humans. We die if our economy can't keep going, or disappear when our country does. I don't know how you are the new America though," Canada said, a tear slipped down his cheek.
"Sorry," Alfred mumbled. Canada let out a weak smile, punching Alfred's arm softly.
"You apologize more than a Canadian," he teased.