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Title: lie to me - don't say a word i'm okay with the quiet
Series: APH
Pairing: FACE ... it's complicated XD
Rating: PG
Length: 1000 words, chapter 3 (3/5)
Notes: AU; the English Empire consists of three main islands - England, America, Canada 

[ lie to me ]
iii. don’t say a word i’m okay with the quiet

Canada sits beside France as France and America discuss a revolution. France rests his hand on Canada’s knee, a small but commanding gesture that tells the prince without a doubt that France thinks Canada was his.

France murmurs a few words of sympathy about America’s mouth and England’s temper, and then he smoothly brings the topic around to how America should stage his uprising. France will supply a few troops, of course, but he will need to stay mostly out of the way.

Canada watches as America listens and nods, and wonders if his brother knows he is being played by France as easily as he is constantly being rubbed the wrong way by England. There is no way England won’t recognize France’s troops, so there was no sense in France ‘staying out of the way’, unless he didn’t plan to be there at all.

“It’s quite convenient that you each rule a separate island,” France muses idly, a finger lazily tracing designs on Canada’s leg. “He’ll come after you, of course, but most of his strength lies in his ships. Dear Arthur always was too proud of his rule over the sea.”

“England is made up of three islands,” Canada points out, but he is ignored, as usual.

America turns towards his brother with a curious look. “Say, Mattie, what are you going to do?”

Mathieu will remain under England’s rule as a spy, of course,” France replies right away. His hand creeps up along Canada’s inner thigh. “Isn’t that right, Mathieu?”

America’s face darkens considerably. “Don’t call him that. Mattie is not some toy of yours that you can just play with!”

Canada wonders if America realizes what he’s saying. “I can take care of myself, America.”

“Mattie should fight with me,” America argues as if he hadn’t spoken. “The two of us could take down Arthur, no problem!”

“England,” Canada corrects halfheartedly.

France and America share a glance, a wary but satisfied smile creeping onto both of their faces. They speak together, two distinct voices blending into one. “Not for much longer.”


Canada passes the night in France’s arms, gasping and moaning on command. He buries his face in France’s neck and whimpers as the king whispers a string of meaningless words into his ear.

“- beau – t’es si – ah, Mathieu! Je t’aime, je t’aime -

Canada lets the French blur away, telling himself he can’t believe the honeyed lies dripping from his lover’s mouth.


Canada and America leave France’s home together, their shoulders brushing as they walk. France sees them off with a smirk and a cup of wine in his hand.

“Take care,” he tells them, blowing Canada a kiss. Canada nods, shooting a glance at his brother to see if he notices. America is frowning slightly but doesn’t comment, and the two of them take off into the woods.

They skirt any signs of life and make their way directly to the sea, where their small boat is hidden. As they move together to make their way home, America speaks.

“You’re not actually going to listen to him, are you? I won’t leave you behind. The two of us can create a new empire, one even stronger than England’s.”

Canada doesn’t want to listen to America’s well-meaning (greedy, tempting) words. He hunches his shoulders and faces the north wind as they return to England.


England calls out for Canada to come in before he can even raise his hand to knock on the door. Canada pushes the door open and steps into his father’s private library. England is sitting by the fire, a cup of tea in his hand and a carefully blank look on his face.

Canada kneels, but England turns and waves his hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about that, Cana – Matthew. This conversation concerns private matters.”

England gestures for him to sit across from him and Canada does so cautiously. He can’t remember the last time his father asked to have a conversation with him about ‘private’ matters and he can’t help wondering why he’s here and not his brother.

“Alfred has been quite a handful lately,” England says lightly, raising the cup to take a sip. “Do you know what’s been on his mind?”

It only takes those two sentences for Canada to understand. He leans back slightly in his seat and tries to appear obedient and helpful. “I think he’s just concerned for the people and for you. The war is really taking a toll on everyone and especially on you, I would imagine.”

“Your concern is touching, but hardly the truth, I don’t think. Alfred has always been a boy with too many wild ideas and too many grand dreams.” England shifts slightly in his seat and his gaze fixes on Canada like a hawk’s. “Has he mentioned anything to you about a rebellion?”

Canada stops breathing for a moment before he remembers to furrow his brows and shake his head. He’s terrified that England will detect the lie and call him out on it. The seconds pass by slowly before England lets out a slow sigh.

“I was worried,” the king admits, pressing the palms of his hands into his closed eyes. Canada hasn’t seen England like this in ages – as Arthur, and not England – not since the hazy memories of his early childhood. “I know I haven’t been the best father, but I’ve tried, I really have. It’s just – I was alone for so long when I was younger, and then your mother came along, and you two were born, and everything became too much.”

England looks up and gives Canada a wry smile. “Did you know it’s easier to be king than it is to raise two sons?”

But you didn’t raise me, Canada wants to say. You never loved me. I was always a reminder of your loss and France’s victory. Alfred was your only son.

“You’ll tell me, of course, if anything is wrong?” Just like that, Arthur is gone and England is back. Canada nods dumbly and bows, more out of habit than anything else. England gives him a measured smile before he leaves. “I always knew I could trust you.”

Canada hurries out of the room, trying to close his mind to the lies-truths-lies that seem to follow him everywhere.

A/N - Not much to say. =)

Date: 2011-05-17 19:39 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] weird-number.livejournal.com
Ack, Canada's being pulled in all directions, I feel so bad for him. :(

Love your writing, as usual. :)

Date: 2011-05-17 22:06 (UTC)
From: [identity profile] darkfireburning.livejournal.com
Canada's really in the middle of it all ><;

Thank you! :3


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