EngalndXReader Petals of time part 4

First things first, you had to check up on the situation with America. Flying would take too long so a bit of transportation magic was needed. You closed your eyes, emptying your mind imagining yourself at America's place, a tattoo of golden spirals snaked across your skin, and suddenly you disappeared in a shot of light. Flying across the sky at the sky you appeared in America's home in a matter of seconds. Unlike England's house that held a sense of royalty and his entire house practically spotless (except for his room as of late) America had a huge mansion, several hamburgers, soda cans and half eaten candy wrappers littered his house. In his room a huge flat screen TV that occupied a whole wall currently had a paused first person shooter game waiting for America's return. You hovered in place inspecting his bed that was drowned in a pool of empty wrappers until from the side of your eye you caught something glinting from inside the country's bed side table. Taking a peek inside the drawer a sad smile formed across your face. It was a picture of a young boy that you assumed to be America practically glomping the one and only England. You closed the drawer making a huge slam.

You jumped from a sudden movement from under the beds covers. An older version of the young boy from the picture slowly got up. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, his glasses askew on his face and his white and blue striped pajamas were half buttoned.

"England?" said the man taking a glassy eyed look around the room

"No, that's impossible," he muttered. Suddenly he started coughing painfully into his white blankets staining them red.

"America!" yelled a soft voice just barely audible from outside the door. The door swung open revealing a curly haired version of America who quickly ran to the young countries side with a small polar bear following suit.

"Hey you ok?" he said, though you had to lean in straining your ear to hear his words "Do you need anything?"

"Come on Canada! A hero like me doesn't need anyone's help!" he said before he was consumed by another bloody coughing fit.

"I got it," said Canada tucking his brother back into bed. "If you need anything at all-,"

"Seriously dude, stop nagging me already,"

"Sorry, feel better ok," he said crossing the room and closing the door behind him. You flew out the window you came from but stopped upon hearing part of the quiet country's conversation with his pet.

"I swear I'm going to crush that damn country! How could he hurt his own brother like that? That bastard! That jerk! America did nothing to deserve it! I mean and now America's going to… he's going too," his strong heated words slowly becoming barely audible before the curly haired country hugged himself his sobs racking his whole body.

"Canada…," said the small bear. The pet looked as if he wanted to say something more but finally decided to just rub his masters back occasionally giving words of comfort. You knew when you saw something you weren't supposed to, and listening any longer would've been intrusive so you decided to take your leave.

After all you'd seen it was more than enough evidence that what you were planning on doing was the right thing. While time travel did take a lot of magic you were fairly sure it wouldn't be enough to strip you of all your magic. What you were doing was the right the thing, yet why did you have a bad feeling about this.