Bound Servitude: America/Canada America Ending

“(Name) Babe, wake up!” the American said his heart pounding as he shook her.
What was the matter? She didn’t seem this sick earlier. He held her in his arms. She wasn’t responding. He shouted for his Canadian brother’s help. Canada came running in and stopped dead.

“What the hell happened?” he said in shock.

“I don’t know I was just coming in to compliment her on all she had done and she was cleaning up and she just fell over…she’s not responding to anything.” America said with wide eyes.

“Let’s get her to her room and call the doctor.” Canada said seeing the worry on his brother’s face.

America nodded and stood, lifting the girl’s frail, unconscious body into his arms. He carried her to her room and lay her in her bed. He gently felt her forehead.

“Go call the doctor Matt, I’ll stay with her.” America said not taking his eyes off of her distressed face.

“Of course.” The Canadian said and hurried off.

The American stroked (Name’s) soft (color) hair and sighed, he and his brother agreed to never fall in love with the girl. But it was hard, and it hadn’t worked out that way for America. With her sweet face, loving demeanor and wonderful cooking…not to mention her hot body as a bonus…it had been impossible and he had fallen for her. And he had fallen hard, he was getting tired of having her as a maid for his brother and him and was planning on buying his brother out of their contract with her. He was sure that would work, his brother didn’t care about her the same way he did and would understand. He bit his lip as his brother re-entered the room.

“The doctor said he’d be her in twenty minutes.” The Canadian said.

“Okay…look Matt…I know we agreed we wouldn’t but…” the American began.

“I know…I could tell…but you can’t just buy me out…unless she wants you to.” He said.

“You’d let me?” he asked.

“Of course, but only if she loves you as well, that is.” The Canadian said, “It’s a business thing, she’s helped me so much…I can’t just let her go unless that is what she wants…I respect her enough for that.”

“If she loved me too…I’ll buy your investment in her salary out…and if you ever need her to help out for a party or something I’m sure she’d have no problem in coming and helping.” He said.

“Would you have a problem with that?” his brother asked.

“Of course not.” The American responded, “You’re my brother.”

A soft moan caught their attention and they looked at (Name) as she lay there unconscious. She was sweating profusely and didn’t look too good.

“I need that damn doctor here.” America cursed.

“He’ll be here soon. I promise you, I won’t let anything happen to her.” The Canadian reassured his brother, “And I expect you’ll be staying here until she’s healthy enough to travel again.”

“I can’t leave her.” He said, “Not like this.”

“I understand, I’ll go and set your room up.” He said, normally he would have had (Name) do that, but in her current state, he couldn’t really do that.

“Thank you Matthew.” America said and took hold of (Name’s) hand.

“You’re welcome Alfred.” Canada said and walked off leaving the American and their maid alone.

Shortly after the doctor arrived and looked her over, he sighed, “She’s exhausted, she had a cold that she didn’t care to notice it seems…so it’s gotten worse, but she’ll be okay, just keep her in bed and make sure she’s hydrated and kept cool so her fever will come down.”

The North American brothers nodded and the doctor left giving them a couple
prescriptions for some strong cold medicine.

“We didn’t even notice…” Canada said.

“I feel responsible…” America said, “She was at my house…she must have had the cold there and I didn’t even see it…”

“Don’t blame yourself…I told her not to work herself to death and should have made sure that she didn’t…if anyone is at fault I am…” Canada told him.

They heard (Name) moan softly as she woke up. America rushed in and Canada stayed behind, this moment belonged to his brother.

“(Name) babe, you’re alright!” he cried in shock and relief.

“Yes, Master America, I’m alright, but what happened?” she asked.

“You were cleaning and you just passed out the doctor said it was exhaustion mixed with a horrible cold…did you know you were sick?” he asked.

“N…no…not really…I mean I was sniffly but it’s cold outside…” she said half-lying.

“What else?” he asked, “I know when you’re lying.”

She sighed and looked down, “I noticed I was feeling feint earlier during the party…but I ignored it…it was Master Canada’s big day…I couldn’t ruin it for him…” she said, “I didn’t want you two worrying about me…”

“But you can’t just ignore your health.” The American scolded.

She looked away, “I’m sorry…I…I live to make you two happy and I’ve made you upset…” she said.

“Now, calm down.” He said, “That’s not good for your health to get all worked up.”

He gently wiped her eyes, “Please don’t cry…I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She looked at him with wide, sweet (color) eyes. Those eyes that always made America’s heart stop. He leaned in and kissed her softly, not caring if he got sick to, he had to show her how much he loved her. She tried to pull away to be sure that he did not catch her cold but he held her cheeks to keep her in place. He put all of his love into the kiss and she felt it, and she felt it more than just from his kiss…it was he who she had all those fantasies of…she loved him too. But if she were to be freed and thus free to be with him he had to say it. She finally gave in and kissed back. After a moment he pulled away.

“S…so you feel that way too…?” he asked, becoming slightly shy, having never felt
a woman love him like this before.

“Yes…Alfred…b…but please…say it…” she said softly.

“I love you.” He murmured against her lips.

“I love you too.” She said and they kissed once more, a tingling feeling of her being freed taking over her system, she’d tell him later about what she had been, but for now, she just wanted to feel his lips on hers, her first action of freedom was to kiss her true love.