Decrypting Reality (Hetalia)

Chapter Two

America has been missing for eight months now. Mostly everyone has moved on, but a few are still pretty depressed over it. Oddly enough, Russia especially. They've taken away America's empty chair to make it seem like he wasn't there at all. I guess to make us all feel better or something. It didn't work. At least not for me. I don't understand why everyone has given up looking for him. People have been telling me to just "give up" or "it's been too long" or that "he's possibly dead". I refuse to believe my brother is gone for good. I refuse to believe he's dead. Everyone has given up, but I haven't. I never will. I won't give up even if I die. I'm going to keep looking no matter what. I just need to find some clues and then I can get started.

I look behind me. I see England and France talking to each other. I could probably use their help. I mean, I am planning on searching for our brother after all. I get up from my seat and walk over to them. They stop talking and look at me. "Hello, Canada. How are you today?" France asks. "I'm doing...okay. I guess." England sighs. "Thank, god. I was worried about you. I'm glad you're doing alright."

"Yeah. Anyways, I need your help, guys." England raises an eyebrow. "For what?" He asks. "I'm not going to give up on searching. I'm going to find clues and keep looking for America. You in?" I ask, having some hope that they actually would help. "Canada, we've been over this. We can't keep searching. He's gone." France says, sounding irritated. "He's right. You're wasting your time looking."

"You won't even find anything, Canada. England and I have given up. As much as we hate to admit it."

I clench my fists tightly. "I thought that you guys, of all people, would be willing to help. But I guess you two are just like America's so called "friends"." I turn around and start to storm off into the direction of the door. "Canada! Where are you going?! Get back here! The meeting hasn't-"

I couldn't hear the rest as I open the door and slam it right behind me. Once I'm far enough, I slow down my pace. I let the warm tears fall as I keep walking towards the exit. I can't believe my own family would just tell me to give up. I thought they would be as eager to look again as I am. I guess they're just FAKE. I'll find you America. Even if it's the last thing I do.