What is... "Home?" (Hetalia Fanfic, W.A. '13 Finalist)

Chapter 8~!

This is my gift to you all, because uploading willbe slow because I did something (IDK what) to my thumb and I can't write until it gets better. This is a pretty eventful chapter, so I hope that makes up for the inevitable wait on the next one. Thanks for all the love you've shown me so far! X3

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I didn't have any weird dreams that night, and school went along like normal for a couple weeks or so. I was adjusting to school lofe fairly well, in my mind. I hung out with Italy, Japan, and Germany as well as Canada, America, and Britain. France wasn't bothering me, and if he was still watching me then I didn't see it. I think the most exciting thing to happen so far, after my first day, was technically two things on the same day.

I bade farewell to Italy and Germany at the end of the day, ready to turn in after a long day of what seemed to be only difficult math problems. Math? Not to sound British, but it's not my cup of tea.

I was opening the door to the dorm building when I thought I heard something like yelling around the side of the building. My curiosity got the better of me and I moved to go around and investigate. Just before I rounded the corner, Kumajirou came around and bumped into my legs. He looked up at me with his small black eyes while I looked down at him, and he clutched my leg tightly.

"Kumajirou?" I asked in slight surprise. "What's the matter? And where's Canada?"

The polar bear wouldn't answer me, he just hugged my leg mutely, so I picked him up and hurried in the direction he had come from. Turning the corner, I saw Canada sitting on the ground while a dark-colored kid -Cuba, wasn't it?- smacked him over the head repeatedly, yelling "I hate you, America! I hate you!" Canada just sat there with tears dotting the corners of his eyes, whimpering "Maple... Leaf...!"

"Hey! What's going on here?" I shouted angrily, setting Kumajirou down before stomping over and grabbing Cuba's wrist before he could hit Canada again. "What'd Canada do to deserve you beating him up?"

"What the hell, kid! I'm beating America up! Who's this Canada guy you're talking about?" Cuba pulled his arm free and glared at me.

"This is Canada, my friend! And roommate! Why are you beating him up?"

"Because he's America!"

"No, he's not!"

"He is!"

"He's not!"

"He is!"

"He's not!"

"Whattaya mean he's not?!"

"He just isn't!"

As Cuba and I shouted at each other, Kumajirou crawled onto Canada's head and asked in a tearful voice "Are you okay?"

"Y...Yes..." Canada whimpered.

Kumajirou looked right at Cuba and spoke up while we were out of breath from our shouting match. "Stop hurting Canada!" Kumajirou ordered.

Canada and I both stared at him in amazement (well, Canada tried to. It's hard to see something on top of your head).

"Kumajirou?" I said in shock. Canada beamed brightly, until Kumajirou looked back down at his owner with a familiar look of confusion.

"Who are you again?"

I anime fell and Canada dropped his face onto his knees. "You remembered! Why must you  forget me, Kumasanrou?"

Cuba had left, so it was just me, Canada, and Kumajirou. The amnesiatic polar bear slid down Canada's back and waddled off a ways, still in sight but mostly out of hearing range. Setting my bag of books on the ground, I got on my knees so I made a 45 degree angle with Canada.