Human!KumajirouxReaderxCanada -Pt 4-

  "E-England...I-I need your help..."

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  A few hours later, you awoke, feeling the bandages wrapped across your feet. Feeling grossed out by the cloths you wore and the fact that you hadn't showered in a day and a half, you looked for any signs of the boys. When you were sure they had left, you stripped off the filthy cloths and took a nice warm shower.

  Unraveling the bandages, you found it hard to walk. If you walked normally, your foot would be inflicted with pain. If you used the tips of your toes, you would've easily torn the wound open. So instead, you jumped down the halls and stood on one leg as you washed off.

  By the time you got out of the shower, you were growing hungry and the sun was setting. Putting on sweats and an old tee, you consulted to making dinner. Hobbling to the kitchen, you made a simple dish before going back to the bathroom, re-wrapping your foot and lulling into sleep.

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  For the first time in awhile, you had that dream again. When you and Mattie were still young and living with big brother France. How you two were forcibly separated and have Mattie live with England and America. That's how it was supposed to be. Mattie lived in north America and you belonged in Europe.

  You really didn't talk much about your younger years. If anything, you tried to push away all the bad memories from when you were little, many of the events in your own country haunting you to today.

  When you were growing up, you were a rather weak country with bad economy and regular revolting going on. Often times when you went back to France's house, you were beaten badly and bedridden for weeks.

  Right now, you were dreaming about one revolt that ended up with the current leader at the time's death. You remember vividly standing in his office, the angered chants of people outside the building and your boss telling you to go and hide.

  You did as he asked, scurrying to a closet and shutting yourself inside, crouching down and hiding your face in your knees. The door was broken into awhile later, you trying to hide away from them.

  "___________...?"

  The looks on their angered faces as they pulled you forcefully out. They must've assumed that you were the daughter of your boss. Their angered yells and unforgiving eyes were all aimed at you.

  "____________...please wake up...!"

  Then they brought out your boss, tied up and giving you a pitiful look. Someone pulled out a gun and rested the nozzle on his temple. You cried out, trying to calm everyone down only to have your mouth covered. And without any sence of remorse from the one wielding the gun...

Bang

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  You woke up screaming, quickly being taken in by two arms,"___________...! _____________...! P-Please stop...! It's me...! It's M-Mattie...!"

  Calming down, you realized you were in your room, safe and sound. Kumajirou was standing behind by the doorway looking rather hurt. It was the morning, the birds chirping outside and soft music filling the air.

  Canada knew about how bad you had it years after he left. And he knew that you still dreamt about it on occasion. He stroked your hair lightly, letting his fingers rake through the (h/l) strands to the bottom.

  "I-I'm okay..." You said silently, trying to push away from him.

  Canada released you, only to have you climb under your sheets and curl up into a ball, shaking in fear. "Can you watch her p-please...?" You heard Canada ask softly as his weight disappeared.

  Kumajirou sat beside you, looking at you,"Hey __________...it's over now...you're fine." You didn't feel like speaking so you failed to respond. "Can you at least come out here and sit with me...?"

  Feeling like this may have been a better idea, you climbed out and curled up beside him, your head in his lap. He stroked your hair lightly, trying to rid you of your frightened jitters.

  Canada came back in, holding a glass of water. He helped you sit up and take a sip, your hands shaking too much for you to do it by yourself. He placed the cut to the side and took your hands. "Please calm down for me __________...no one is going to hurt you..."

  His arms went around your waist and he gently pulled you onto the floor with him. Without warning, you buried your face in his shoulder and began to sob. It didn't even take a second before Canada was trying to comfort you, speaking calmly while you cried.

  Kumajirou climbed off the bed and sat beside you as well, rubbing your back and doing the same as Canada. "Did you get any sleep last night...?" You shook your head, being as how restlessly tossing and turning all night didn't count as sleep. "Do you want to lay down for a few more-"

 "No! Please don't make me fall asleep again!" You broke down once more, shaking and crying into Canada's shoulder. Canada shot Kumajirou his best angry look which looked too cute to be taken anywhere near serious. "I-I don't want to see anymore...p-please..."

  "You can fall asleep whenever you want...okay...?" Canada said in a calm voice, rocking you gently in his arms. "Don't worry about it..."

  Kumajirou scootched over a bit,"I'm sorry...just fall asleep whenever..."

  Nodding, you clung onto Canada's shirt tightly. His arms wrapped around you, warming you up. He was wearing different cloths, as did Kumajirou, leading you to believe they also washed up before coming back.

  "Can I have some more water...?" Kumajirou took the glass off the floor and tilted your head up a bit, helping you take a drink before pulling it away and putting it back down again. "Thank you Kumajirou..." You gave him a light peck on the cheek, making his face go red.

  "You're welcome ____________." He said in a sweet, yet soft tone.

  Resting your head against Canada's chest, you started dozing off once more. They carried you back to your bed and pulled a thin blanket over your figure. It took a small amount of arguing before it was agreed that Kumajirou would watch you in case you started up again with another nightmare.

  Canada went downstairs and grabbed your phone, dialing a number in rather quickly and going into a different room, looking around cautiously as the phone rang. "'Ello __________-"

  "E-England...I need your help..." Canada chirped silently into the phone, waiting for his big brother and father figure's response.

  "What kind of help are you talking about...erm...uh-"

  "I'm Canada..." He whispered.

  "Ah yes...Canada." England cleared his throat,"So what kind of help do you need Canada...?"

  "It's Kumajirou..."

  Silence.

  "I'll be right over." With that, the line went dead silent.

To be continued...