Bound Servitude: America/Canada Canada Ending

“(Name)!” the violet eyed Canadian cried as he rushed to the young servant’s side.

He dropped to his knees and tried to shake her awake. She didn’t stir. His heart began to race, he knew she looked ill earlier and he didn’t do anything about it. He felt horrible. He felt like this was his fault, he should have told her to sit down and relax, but he was too busy soaking in the attention. He scooped her into his arms and hurried her into her room, rushing past his American brother in the process.

“What the hell happened Matt?” America asked hurrying behind him into the maidservant’s room.

“She just passed out…I don’t know what’s the matter, go and call a doctor.” Canada said and set her into her bed.

He fell to his knees beside the bed and took hold of her hand and set his head against it. His (Name) was in trouble and he was responsible. He felt tears slide down his cheeks as he held her hand. He couldn’t lose her, he hadn’t told her yet. He hadn’t told her how much he loved her. Hadn’t told her how much he needed her. Hadn’t asked her to be his and promised to take care of her forever…hadn’t done all he was planning on doing after the party was over. He kissed her hand and gripped it tightly.

“Please don’t leave me (Name) I couldn’t stand it if I lost you…” he murmured.

“I’m not going anywhere…” a wheezing voice said.

Canada looked up and his violet eyes met the (e/c) ones of his true love, “(N…Name!)” he cried and hugged her close, “I’m so glad you’re alright!”

“I’m fine Master Canada.” She said, “Completely fine…just…a little ill, not life threatening.”

“But it would have been, dammit (Name) why didn’t you tell me you were feeling off?” he asked.

She sighed and shrank back embarrassed, “W…Well…I didn’t want to ruin your day…you needed my help still…and today was your day…I had no right to take your time away…” she admitted.

“(Name) don’t be foolish like that ever again, I care about you, if you feel sick tell me, we countries have lived long enough to be self-sufficient and can take care of
things on our own, you should know that…” he said in a soft, scolding voice.

“I’m sorry Master…I…I just want to make you happy…serving you and Master America is what I live for…” she said, “I have no other point in life than to make my Masters happy.”

“What are you talking about?” he asked confused, “You should focus on your health too.” He told her, “You have to have something else that makes you happy.”

“Making my Masters happy is what makes me happiest.” She said.

“Nothing else?” he asked.

“No.” she said simply, “My life is my Masters, that is it.”

“What does that even mean?” he asked.

“Master Canada, my life is in my Masters hands…I live to make them happy…I have no other choice.” She said.

The Canadian stared at her, what she was saying was insane. Did she really feel
like that? Was that really how she viewed her life?

“How can that be?” he asked in shock.

“It’s the effect of what I am.” She said and sighed, she didn’t want any more questions, she didn’t want to have to say what she was.

“What are you?” he asked, “Tell me the truth.”

She winced as she took a deep breath, “I am a Bound Servant.” She said.

He’d heard those words before, from Arthur when he blabbing on about Magic…he’d have to call him and figure this out.

“What does that even mean?” he asked.

“It means that I am bound to you and Master America for life. I am your servant forever, no choice in the matter, I live for you two.” She said and settled into her bed,
“M…may I get some sleep Master?” she asked.

“Of course (Name) you need your rest.” He said.

She nodded and drifted off. Canada got up and rushed to his phone, he barely heard America tell him the doctor was on his way before he called England.

“Hello Canada, what do you need?” the Brit asked.

“Information on something called a Bound Servant…I heard you mention them before…” the Canadian said.

“That is a horrible thing to ask about…the fact that they exist is horrible is what I mean.” He said.

“Well, what are they?” he asked.

“Well, a spell is cast on a young girl, usually at birth, and when they are sold to their new employers, owners would be the more proper word, they are Bound to them for life. They have no say in what goes on, must obey every command even if it would result in her death.” England explained, “Why do you need this information?”

“(Name) just admitted that that’s what she is…” Canada admitted, “Are there anyways to free her from this?”

“Mutual love, pregnancy, death.” England said, “I hope you do free her, her life will be nothing without free will.”

“I plan on it.” He said and hung up, he got up and walked over to the door to the girls bedroom.

He looked into the room and sighed. She was so beautiful, such a wonderful person. He walked over and kisses her forehead.

“I love you (Name).” he said softly.

He didn’t know if it worked but he walked back out. What he didn’t see was the shudder that went through young (Name’s) system. She loved him too, he’d freed her.


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Later that evening after the doctor had been there (Name) realized what had happened. She stood up and walked into the living room where Canada and America were sitting.

“Which one of you did it?” she asked.

“Did what?” America asked.

“Freed me of my binding?” she asked.

“I did.” Canada said while America just sat there dumbfounded, “I love you.” He murmured softly.

She rushed forward and hugged him tightly, “I love you too…you saved me…y…you’re my hero…” she murmured.

America stood up and asked what was going on, he was the hero here, Canada never had been. Canada explained and America looked shocked. He didn’t like not being the hero…he just stormed out in a hissy fit.

“He’ll come around.” Canada said, “He’s just not used to not being the hero.”

(Name) nodded, “Thank you…Matthew…I love you too.” She said.

He kissed her softly and held her close. She was free, but she wasn’t leaving her ex-Master and now her lover.