I Need A Hero(Hetalia Fanfiction)

American Idiot, Memories, and Pancakes

Wow, I actually wrote two chapters withing the same month :D Let's hope I can keep this going... key word being hope. I almost started crying when i saw this video :'( I LOVE YOU CANADA!!!

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
     With my parents gone, the house seemed… quieter, more peaceful, and more home-y (or however it’s spelled XP). We were sitting in my living room, my laptop resting on my lap with my feet propped up on the coffee table, something my parents never let me do. I was typing in YouTube in the URL box when somebody finally spoke.
“So, who are you thinking of freeing next?” America asked as he pulled a wrapped burger out of his jacket.
“Oh, just somebody that you know pretty well. Actually, you don’t know him that well, but you should. I mean, it’s kind of sad to think that this person isn’t recognized more. I’m hoping that if I can get you two to hang out more than your relationship will be better and maybe this person wouldn’t feel so left out. Also-”
“Woah, Woah I lost you at ‘Oh’.” America said, crumpling the now empty wrapper and tossing it all the way into the garbage in the kitchen like it was nothing.
“I know who she’s talking about.” England said, smiling and giving me that look that said, ‘We should stare at each other and read each others minds to make America feel like an idiot.’ (XD get it? American Idiot? …I’m not funny :/)  I returned said stare.
     America looked back and forth between the both of us, in the middle of his fifth hamburger, “What are you guys thinking? C’mon, you’re making me feel like an idiot.” He crossed his arms and started pouting. I laughed and typed in the song that I had in mind.
     Surprisingly, it was one of the first choices. I clicked on it and hit play. Automatically the piano started to play and I could feel the music flow through my body, as though it was always meant to be there. And then I started singing.

You don’t know me
You don’t even care

I was right. This song was the perfect choice. Already I could feel the country start to heat up. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the music, trying not to focus on the pain.

Oh, Yeah
She said, you don’t know me
You don’t wear my chains

The pain intensified. I started gripping the sides of the couch, trying anything to redirect the pain. I could feel the country. He was right on the ledge, but something was keeping him back.

You don’t even care
Oh, yeah
No one knows my name

     As soon as the last line was out, the country leaped from the edge with such might it knocked me off of the couch. I was on my hands and knees, droplets of sweat cascading down the sides of my face. America and England were both at my side, patting my back and encouraging me on. Suddenly, the country was out and my arms and legs finally gave out. I was lying on the floor when I heard a quiet, worried voice ask, “Oh my leaf! Did I do that?” before I finally closed my eyes.

     I woke up to the delicious smell of pancakes and maple syrup. As I opened my eyes, I found myself in my bed. The door was closed, however I could still hear bickering from downstairs. I automatically assumed it was my parents and got angry. I ripped the blankets off of me and opened my door. As I made my way down the stairs, I finally realized who was bickering. It was England and America.
“I don’t understand how you could forget your own brother!” England said, pacing back and forth in the living room.
America was sitting down on the couch, watching him. “I told you, I didn’t forget him. It’s just that I can’t remember him that well. But I do remember, when I was little and you weren’t such and ass, a little kid who looks like him with a polar bear.” As I watched America, his eyes zoned out as if he were remembering specific memories. “We used to play together and take naps together. Whenever I would trip or get a scrape and start crying like a baby, he was always there for me. Patting my back and talking to me in that weirdly, quiet voice of his.” He started laughing when he looked up and saw me peeking from around the corner.
“Sophie! You’re awake!” America said as he jumped off the couch, a huge smile on his face. He wrapped me in a hug and lifted me up. When he set me down, England was waiting with a warm smile and a pat on the back.
“I had no idea it took that much out of you to conjure up a country.” He said, his smile fading. “If I had known, I would have done something to take the pain off. A potion of some sort, maybe.”
“It’s ok, England. You couldn’t have known. But a little potion next time would be great.”
     All of a sudden, the pancakes I smelt earlier grew stronger. I looked over America’s shoulder to see a man standing in the kitchen. His back was turned towards the stove as he flipped some pancakes that were in the pan he was holding. Behind him, a polar bear was sitting on the counter, a little chef’s hat sitting on its head. It was reading a recipe out of one of my cook books.
“American cook books have it all wrong. I should talk to Al about this.” The man said as he turned around.
“CANADA!” I squealed as I pushed past the two countries to reach the newest one.
     I slammed into him and locked him in a huge hug. I could feel his body tense up, however he finally gave into it and cautiously wrapped his arms around me. He smelled like nutmeg, which I was kind of surprised to notice. As I looked up at him, I could see a redness creeping into his cheeks. Aw, cute. I thought as I stepped away.
“Goodness, I have got to stop doing that.”
“It’s ok.” Canada squeaked out.