He nearly slid the door closed had America not been there to stop Japan from slamming it shut in his face. He hadn't expected him to follow after him but refrained from apologizing repeatedly until after the door shut. And, as a man of his word, Japan retrieved his jacket, but he certainly wasn't going to put it back on. It was thrown around his back so that he could tie the sleeves together around his wait and sit his usual Asian way on the deck, silently piling up the patties.

England shook his head a bit more vigorously than was needed, hiding his fists under the table. "It doesn't seem that way; he's with you more than he is with me. And apologizing 'at some point' is probably the lamest excuse I've heard, Francis. Let him go before you ruin his first time by sending another French letter his way."

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

"Would you stop lingering on that!? We were kids! You've slept with every guy alive, you git! But we're not talking about that shit." England nearly slammed his forehead into the table as if that would clear and solve everything, but, to refrain, he clenched his fists so tight under the table he could have sworn he was making them bleed somehow. He hadn't pictured the discussion to steer this way; maybe sitting back and taking a deep breath before continuing would help. So he did. At least doing that extinguished the fire from his eyes.

"Look. It doesn't matter if you had him longer; it depends on who he'd rather be with. And how the hell is it possible to steal one's own brother? You accuse me of everything, don't you? Who's side are you even on, here!?"

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

"Indeed..." Tybalt muttered akwardly, feeling himself flush slightly as he looked to Mercutio. What was he supposed to do - ask him where they should sleep? Coming to a decision, the Capulet straightened and began to walk back to the shelter, raising his voice loud enough for Mercutio to hear. "Go wherever you wish. I, however, remain here." Feeling his face redden again, he sat down in the shelter at the farthest corner, one leg straightened and the other bent. Removing his sheathed sword and setting it aside in order to be more comfortable, he bowed his head, staring at one arm, which was resting on his bent knee. Why did things have to be so difficult? He'd seen tales of love unfold.
What was this? ((A CALENDAR))
He just wanted to sleep...

-- Dannii <3

(DANNII IM BRAINDEAD. ive been trying to think of something all night but AGH)

Canada looked over to England, finally taking his eyes off the ground for once. He looked at England, then at France. Ah, he couldn't decide... He sat back, his head tilting forward again and fiddling with his fingers. "I.. I don't know..." He shook his head, finally folding his hands in his lap to stop from fidgeting.
"Canada, this is more your decision than ours." France sat up, moving one side of his bangs back to get them out of his face.
Canada nodded, "I know but just... stop fighting." He held his hands up, quickly setting them down again and lifting his gaze to the both of them. "I moved away from you because of a fight in the first place. I don't wanna cause any more!" He stared hard at France, which seemed to work better than he thought.
France locked eyes with Canada for a moment, but with the look he was giving him, he quickly tore them away. If it weren't for the younger blond being so close to both of them, they would have been at each other's throats a while ago. He wasn't sure how to continue, maybe England would have a responce to this.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

He didn't plan to use the pity card and it certainly wasn't purposeful, but he lost his determined spirit at having realized how much Canada despised England's trying to protect him. Maybe France really was for the better, then.
Fine.

He rose from his seat. "Well, I know what my decision is. I'm ..." I'm dropping out. But he couldn't leave Canada--that would hurt the two of them far too much, wouldn't it? Ever since England lost America during the American Revolutionary War he'd had no one to call a little brother. He'd been making alliances with Japan and staying with him moreover while learning his culture since no one else seemed to want him but he wasn't close enough to be considered a relative. Japan wasn't his property.
And yet, despite all this, America's words echoed in his empty head. If Canada still loves France, there's not much you can do about it. Just.. be glad he loves you too.

The crushed male sat back down, stricken at himself. Blonde hair swayed slightly as he shook his head. "...Nevermind, I don't know yet." I don't even know why the hell this meeting is happening anymore. What goal am I supposed to reach without hurting anyone? ...

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

Jealousy.
He wanted to be the one comforting Canada. Yet, once again, he was being stood up by France. Of course, he was moved at first, creasing his brows together in a hurt sort of recollection while Canada acted his part. He even started in on sliding his chair back so he had room to stand and pick up the fallen glasses. But France got their first.
His throat tightened on him as he swallowed a bit of rage, closing his eyes in the process and opening them again with a very confident yet warning stare aimed directly at France's pupils. "No shit. I brought you here to help me tape him back together." At his last definition he shrugged as though the fact were obvious, lifting his hands from his knees to pull at his shirt's collar. It was a move meant to keep him from being too moved by Canada and too pissed at France.
None of his tactics seemed to work. And he was making no progress. If anything, he was making himself look foolish and pathetic, worthy and deserving of being beat down.

...FOR JUSTICE.
I'll take the appropriate action.

France returned a glare to England, thought he didn't take his hands off Canada. "We're clearly not helping." He spat out, breathing fire at his green-eyed adversary. He wanted to give England a good punch for upsetting Canada like this, but after a thought, if England deserved one, then he deserved one as well. The mud was on both their hands.
At this point, Canada desperately wished there was someone else he could take comfort from other than the two people fighting over him. He wanted to wrap his arms around someone and sob into their shirt, but either way, the other would be hurt. England was more inviting, but France was closer. And he knew that if he latched onto France, it would make England feel that he lost. He tore his hands off the table, slapping them onto his eyes while taking in a loud, shaky breath. Nothing he wanted to do would end in everyone being satisfied. He did nothing, dispite all he wanted, he did nothing.

Suddenly courage lifted up in him though, "This is how I felt... after you lost, Papa..." He stammered to France, constantly wiping his hands across his eyes. "But this.. this is twice as bad..." When France lost the Seven Years War, Canada was practically dragged away to live with England and America. He would never forget how much it hurt to leave France all alone. After all that time. But back then he wasn't close to England. Not like he was now.

France withdrew his hands at Canada's voice. Papa... He stepped away from the younger one, giving England his chance to make his move if he needed to. He still calls me Papa.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada continued sobbing, his breaths becoming louder as he became more open with it. He noticed England was gripping his glasses. He knew he said something wrong. But the more he tried to calm down, the more he reminded himself of how hard this was.

France looked at England, grasping the glasses while the other still held them. "Stop. Now." He said sternly, turning his eyes back to Canada, who still shook and sobbed. He figured it would only make him more angry, but the younger blond needed to calm down, and it wouldn't happen until they calmed down themselves.
France stood straight, loosening up, but still holding on to Canada's glasses. "We need to settle down..." He loosened his grip on the glasses, but still didn't fully let go.

"Just... just hang on.." Canada squeezed, sitting down again, still wiping away tears furiously. France did so, finally letting go of England's hand to sit down in his own chair again. Canada took a few breaths, looking up at the two blurry blobs of color infront of him, not necessarily knowing which one was which. "I don't want either of you to think I'm leaving you behind." A pause, "Especially you, big brother..." He sniffled, wiping his soaked hand on his shirt.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

France was a bit offended that England could talk as if he wasn't even there, but he understood nontheless. His blue gaze lowered as he thought about it. All the while, Canada sat there, letting England do what he wanted and taking in his words. Though he stopped sobbing, his eyes wouldn't stop letting out tears. He closed them in a pathetic attempt to stop them, but it only failed.

France stood, taking in a breath, then letting it out. "You don't have to worry about it." He crossed his arms, "We settled it already, Canada was yours. It hurt to let him go but... You can't keep them forever." He fiddled with his hair a bit more, looking down, "I'm sorry this was such a mess." He stepped away from the table, about ready to take his leave.

"F-France?" Canada stood up again, padding his hands around the table to find his glasses. "Hey, w-wait..." He searched more frantically, glancing in England's direction to see if he had them. He never thought glasses would be so frustrating, now he knew why people hated them. Panic rose up in his chest as he heard the older one still taking steps away from the table, causing him to become more clumsy in his search.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

More and more frustration, Canada finally got his glasses thanks to England, but they were terribly smudged. He vigorously wiped them clean on his shirt before putting them on again, relieved he could finally see.
France stopped at England's touch, turning around to look at him with already solemn eyes. He never honestly expected a notion of gratitude over the situation, but he accepted it with a single nod. He shrugged, giving out a sad smile to show that he heard what England told him.
Canada went over, standing next to England, "Hold on..." He paused, gaining a bit of his courage by tightening his hands into fists. He feared what his brother would have to say, but he had to say it. He swiftly went over to France, embracing him around the chest and hiding his face in the older nation's shirt. "I can still see you... right?..." His voice was muffled, but still understandable.

France paused, but then put his arms around Canada, laying his hands gently on his back, "Course you can." He moved a hand to lift Canada's chin, staring him in the eyes. "I promise not to hurt you anymore, okay?"

Canada nodded, still hugging him for a rather long time before finally letting go to stand next to England again. He wanted to hug England too, but he wasn't sure of the reason. France started to turn around, but stopped, looking at England again. "England..." He repeated the words he said long long ago, "Take care of him." He didn't wait for a responce. France turned around, walking out the door and driving away. Canada looked at England, trying to say something but not finding the words.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

"England..."

Every time he tried, he couldn't think of what to say. After thinking and repeating his brother's name so many times, he finally came up with something. "I.. I didn't know what you wanted. And from what I see, I don't think I accomplished anything." He grabbed England's shoulders and gently turned him around to face him, "Just tell me... What's wrong?" He stared into his brother's big green eyes pleadingly, "I'm gonna try to make this work."

He was done with relying on others, at least for now. He was independent, just like everyone else. He was going to make it work, no matter what. He didn't want to end up like America and constantly bicker with him. But wishing for everyone to be happy wasn't going to do much. Why did England have to be so tough on the outside?

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada's shoulders seemed to drop a bit at his answer. That couldn't be it. That's not everything. He shook his head, "I couldn't help that... I do feel better, and I'll be happy when everything works out. But I need to know what you both want..."

He paused, closing his eyes for a second and then reopening them, "I don't want any more secrets... I know you don't want to but.. Tell me everything. Don't think about how I'll take it." He was preparing himself for anything, especially England denying him the right to know what he wanted. He just had to keep going for it.

Meanwhile, America and Japan had finished a long time ago what they said they would do. The deck was completely clean of everything, and they had been standing out there for a while with nothing to do. America to a few sneaky peeks inside to see what was happening. He knew that France and England got into the typical argument, later he saw Canada breaking down, and now he was looking in to see that France had left. He wondered if it was alright to come in now, but he refrained, listening closely to what they were saying.

(FFFFFFAHAHA YES 235902735 pagelong Hetalia RP including EVERY COUNTRYYYYYY LOL party at America's house woowoo)

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada found it strange sitting on the floor like this, but whatever England wanted to make him more comfortable. He put his hands on his knees, tightening his grip slightly, preparing himself for what his brother had to say. I don't like France. Well that was obvious. And what came next was even more obvious after their last encounter. He nodded, breathing so he could keep himself focused. I'm jealous that he gets praised as being your father and I'm only as close to be considered a brother. Ah, so that was it.

Canada let out his breath, understanding a little better now. "I see..." He looked up slightly in thought, then looked at England again. "You know, when I started living with you and America, and got close to you both, I kind of... Well, I had forgotten about France for a while. During that time... nobody seemed more like a father than you." He blinked, trying to smile but failing, "You were so big back then..." He wondered if that would change anything, seeing as how he never told anyone that before. Maybe America, but he didn't remember.

(OMG LOL France and Greece playing 7 minutes in heaven OKDNGKONDG)

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Once again, he let England do what he wanted, cherishing the bond that only brothers could have. Don't leave me. Why would he ever consider that? He hugged him tight, tighter than usual. "I would never do that, not ever..." He wondered why England was that afraid, but it was understandable. America running away to be his own nation, every other nation he raised grew up eventually to be on their own. He's been alone for a while, hasn't he? It made him want to visit more.

America shrugged, closing the door slowly again to step over to the other person. "They seem to be having some 'brother time'. I think we should leave them alone for a while still." He set his hands on his hips for a minute, letting another breeze blow by. He scratched his blond hair for a moment, letting out a sigh, "Geez, this heat..." He finally pulled off his loose, white shirt, throwing it onto the patio table next to his apron, and returning his hands to his hips.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America looked down at Japan, blinking, "Huh? What's wrong with me?" He looked around his person, reaching around at his back and trying to look if there was something on it. From what he saw, he looked fine. He'd forgotten that Japan was a little more stiff about how many layers you could take off. No shirt was too much, but he did it any time it got too hot outside. He looked at Japan again, blinking confusedly through his glasses.

Canada grabbed England's hand uncertainly. He wanted to say more, but he got the feeling that England had had enough. He nodded, looking to the door before walking over there. The young blond opened the door to the deck, stepping out in the awful heat. He cringed a bit, but then entered without noticing much. Shirtless America was a bit distracting anyway. "What's.. up?" Canada asked, as if this scene was overly awkward.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America turned around to face them, beaming a grin at both of them. "Hey little bro!" He gave Canada a slap on the back before eying England again, still grinning, "You should try it someday, England, you might be surprised." He took this time to wrap Canada in a playful headlock, but he wiggled his way out of it with a laugh to go over to Japan.

He stood in front of him, smiling, "I'm fine." And he was fine, he felt a little more mature after that whole thing, even though he probably acted the most childish of them all. "But what about you? You've been sitting out here in this heat the whole time..." He himself started fanning himself with his hand, causing his idiot hair to bounce around a bit, before getting headlocked again by America. "Wanna play football? Perfect weather!"

"F-football, eh?" He grabbed America's arm, not trying to pull his way out, but putting some weight on it to dangle freely for a moment. "Sure, alright!" Good old America, suggesting a sport to lift the mood, and Canada was in the perfect mood to play anything. America let him down to pound onto the grassy ground and bolt towards his garage to grab a football. Canada looked down at his shirt, "Ah, I don't want grass stains..." He grabbed the bottom, pulling it up, then off. He set it next to America's shirt, padding down onto the ground and waving his arm, "Come on!" Partially to England and to Japan, though he was probably sure neither of them would play. Maybe England would go if he misunderstood, since America said "football" and not "soccer". America came running out again with the brown, leathery ball, calling out to Canada and passing it to him for no particular reason.

OKNDGON IM MAKING EVERYONE STRIP LOL HAWHAW

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America and Canada met in the middle of the rather large yard, waiting for England to join them. "What, you thought I meant soccer?" America laughed, tossing the football between his hands. Canada stood there, enjoying the fact that he was having fun again. He was so welcome to this sort of thing he started fidgeting. That and he blushed slightly at his brothers. They seemed to well built, and there stood skinny little Canada. He never realized how skinny he was since he always wore something baggy like a hoodie.

"I s'pose you don't know how to play, huh Iggy?" He waved the football in England's face before returning it to his chest. "Everyone is on their own, and you have to get the ball to either there," He pointed to one end, "Or there." He pointed to the opposite end. "Depending on where you are. Oh, and Canada, don't be afraid to whip out your hockey madness. We're tackling." He laughed, making Canada laugh as well. "Okay, but you might get a black eye."

They started once, America tossing the ball in the air and springy Canada being the first to catch it. This wasn't even football really, but it was still fun to them. Canada bolted for one side, but America managed to catch up and tackle him, making Canada let the ball fly away for anyone to catch. America rolled off from on top of Canada, helping him up to prepare for another tackle. Canada looked over at Japan, "You sure you don't wanna play?" He called, wiping some grass blades off his face which only left a faint green smudge.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America managed to grab the ball while Canada was calling over to Japan, then being tackled by England, but he held onto the ball this time. America popped his head up, shaking the grass out of his hair and laughing, "Geez, you're pretty good at tackling!" He lifted himself up, looking over at Canada.

Canada shrugged, "Ah, you just run after whoever has the ball and try to steal it. Come on, I bet you're better than you think!" Somehow, the ball landed in his hand, and it took him a minute to register what he was supposed to do. America came at him, but England was closer to him. Canada stood there, distracted, while the two older nations charged at him.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada let out another yelp as he was tackled yet again, faceplanting into the grass. If his mood hadn't been so lifted, he would've had a problem with it. But he simply popped his head up again, lifting himself and giggling at his brother before he took off. It was Canada's turn. He quickly picked himself up again, charging after England with the ball in full view. Once he got close enough, he seemed to kick things into overdrive, sprinting as fast as he could and diving onto England, all the while playfully yelling, "You're mine, hoserrrr!"

America ran after the both of them, not entirely expecting to get the ball, but just keeping up with the other two. He stopped as soon as Canada rammed into England, looking at Japan again to keep prodding him. "Come on, doesn't this look fun?" He held out his arms to his sides in question before turning around to snatch the ball again, running in a different direction. The more the three played, the greener their skin became, which made them look a little strange yet sexy happy.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

Canada took England down in a fit of laughter, but as soon as he stood, England told him to chase his other brother. He did so, panting happily as he sprinted again towards America, once again shouting something obscurely Canadian that nobody could even understand this time. America was down. They picked each other up, America slapping Canada on the back while calling for a break.

America wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, then taking off his glasses and wiping them clean on his pants, which were badly stained in green. Canada shook out his longer bangs, combing them back again with his hands. "You must have magic words to tackle like that Canada." He called with a grin. Canada shrugged happily, "You told me to use my hockey madness, didn't you?"

The two brothers met near the deck to include Japan, in case he wanted to join. America stretched his arms out, letting out a sigh of content. Canada rubbed his arms, feeling stronger already. It was only then he realized how green all of them were, which made him laugh.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

ONKDGON OH YOU sorry it took me a while my OpenCanvas DIED WTF

America laughed while wiping his own chest uselessly, feeling like the grass stains were like a trophy. While England retied his boots, America cracked his knuckles and Canada stretched his back. America shot a look at England, "Well, if we had an even amount of players, we could play this properly." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking down at Japan, "Last chance, Japan, wanna play?" He never thought himself to be annoying.

Canada stood, scratching his head and taking in deep breaths of fresh air. It amazed him how just a few minutes ago he was wailing in the kitchen in front of France and England. And now he felt like nothing happened at all. He looked at the sky, noticing the sun was getting a little low, though the color of the sky didn't change. His face brightened considerably, "Hey, after this, you wanna start up the fire pit?" He directed his voice at America, but it was an invitation to everyone.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

At the sound of Japan saying he would play, America punched the air a bit, grinning widely. "YEAH, let's play some FOOTBALL!" Canada laughed at his twin's antics before turning to England again, shrugging. "It's gotta be around.. I dunno, 5 or 6?"

America grabbed the football again, not wasting any time now that he was getting into it. He set the ball on the ground, pointing to Canada, "Little bro, you're with me! Iggy, you get Japan. We're playing this the right way now." He pointed to the end of the yard in front of him, "Iggy, that's your endzone, and the one behind me is mine. The point is to keep us from getting the ball to your end. That means tackling, and lots of it!" He enjoyed teaching the non-Americans about the game, as basic as it was. He wasn't going to be picky about how to play it, it was a simple family game.

"Everyone got it?" He asked. Canada already knew, but he nodded anyway, shifting his weight anxiously to know which position he was about to take.

WELL DAMN. Oh well, I'll see you tomorrow I guess. Or maybe not if I don't feel lazy and actually make that plushie LOL

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

(I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO PLAY FOOTBALL AAAAAAHAHAHAHAAA)

The game continued for quite some time, everyone becoming greener and greener as the day went by. At some point Canada landed on his ankle wrong and they had to take a break, but it proved to be fine and the game continued. But soon the sun was threatening to disappear, giving the sky an orange-dark blue contrast. America looked at where the sun was, and after one more play, he lifted his hands. "Alright, it's getting pretty late. I think we can call it quits, huh?"

The green-stained male walked over to the other three, who were probably equally as green as he was, slapping a hand on all their backs while telling them how well they played. Canada wiped the sweat off his forehead, unknowingly spreading a green line across his eyes. He smiled, shaking out his overly sweaty bangs again. He rubbed his thin shoulders, looking over at England, "Are you staying for the fire?"

"Fire sounds nice right now, actually. And you know what fire means..." He turned to them, giving to thumbs up, "Smores!"

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America and Canada sat next to each other across from the others. America laughed, "Come on, Japan, have a little fun once!" He spat on the ground out of exhaustion, getting up at England's command to wrestle Japan's shirt off. Though he pretty much did it already, he grabbed Japan to keep him in place while England tore the shirt away. And once the shirt was off, America let out a loud laugh, "Holy shit!" He paused to regain some breath, "You are so white!" He leaned forward, setting his hands on his knees, still chuckling a bit before probably getting smacked in the back of the head by England.

Canada, though beckoned earlier, stayed in his chair, watching in amusement and laughing with America (to a lesser extent). He fanned himself again with his hand to cool himself down, combing his bangs backward with his fingers afterward. Once they were all settled down, he stood, his tired legs a little wobbly, and turned towards the door, "You guys want something to drink? We have just about anything..." Anything he could think of, anyway. He was probably opting to get the stuff for the smores too, as long as he was inside, anyway. That would leave America and the rest to open up the fire pit and get it started.

I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.

America had calmed down, patting Japan on the back while telling him that it was good to cut loose once in a while. Canada shrugged at Japan, "I think so... Well, maybe not, America doesn't drink tea..."
America shrugged, "Can't say I do. Any tea I do have is probably a hundred years old, so I don't think it would be any good." He coughed, masking a mutter, "And it's England's tea after all" Canada still waited for Japan to give a second answer while nodding at England's request.
America took in a deep breath, "Course I do, why wouldn't I?" He went over to England, grabbing his arm lightly and tugging it along with him, "Come on, let's get it ready."

(BRAINDEAD WTF we need someone else over here LOL)


I'LL BE THE HERO.
... AND EAT IT.