Pearl Harbor

"How do you do it, Canada?" America huffed at his brother who was sitting on the couch in front of him.

It's currently the time of WWII. America is sitting on the floor in his little brothers living room; Canada. America's elbow is propped up on his knee and his hand on his face. America is at Canada's house because he is stressing out over trying to stay isolated from the war like his brother does all the time, but he can't do it.

America is itching to jump in and help the European nations. As Canada's been trying to explain to his older brother for the past forever, European conflict has nothing do with them and they shouldn't get involved. Though this is kinda hypocritical because he entered the war almost immediately after his mother figure did; England.

"It's ok Al, Stay strong, you can do it." The Canadian smiled reassuringly to his brother.

"It's not fair! You're already in the war and I want to help! Why did my president have do that whole Isolationism thing anyways?"

Canada is sitting on his black leather couch with his best fuzzy friend; Kumajiro. "I have to help to help England. I owe him that much at least, you on the other hand don't have to, your people don't want to be in this war." The Canadian explained to his handful of a brother.

Kumajiro is a white polar bear that has been with Canada for as long as he can remember and his memory goes back a pretty good length of time. You know since he's been alive longer then a normal human and everything.

The little cub looks up at his best friend with a question on the tip of his tongue.

"Who?" he asked cutely up to his blonde haired companion.

"Canada." Matthew answered going thru the routine they always did.

The bear shook its head and looked to the man on the floor in front of them.

"Who?" Kumajiro asked again lifting his paw to point at the blonde American in front of him on the floor; stressing.

"Oh, America." The blue eyed Canadian answered his friend in his soft whispery voice.

"Burger man." The bear nodded; satisfied with how the conversation ended.

Kumajiro leaned back and snuggled into the Canadians red hoodie that had a white maple leaf on the back. The bear plopped his large paws on the Canadians legs, the black pads pressed into the jean material.

"Mattie, I'm serious. Stop having weird conversations with your bear and help me with this." The American whined to his younger brother, said Canadian just sighed at his brother.

"I guess it would be hard for you." The Canadian smiled, petting his bear's soft fur. 'This is going to be a long day' the Canadian thought to himself.

Alfred didn't seem to understand that his little bro was mocking him because he went straight into his rant.

"Yeah, it is-" the American's rant was cut short when a ringing was heard from across the couch where Matthew sat.

Matthew leaned over to grabbing the dial phone that sat beside the couch on a wooden table. The black phone sat loosely in the Canadian's hand as he answered it.

"Hello-….. Yes he is….Okay" the Canadian looked at his brother.

"It's one of your war advisers; he wants to talk to you." Matthew looked worriedly at his brother.

American jumped up from where he was sitting and grabbed the phone from his brother's hand.

"Hello… yeah it's me." The American fell onto the couch beside his brother with a horrified look on his face.

"Alfred." Matthew went to touch his brother's arm.

"Do you have a radio bro?" America asked his brother not looking at him.

"Um yea, it's right here." The Canadian answered, turning it on.

America messed with the dials until he found the American station he was looking for. Both brothers sat in shook as they stared at the radio.

"The American Naval base; Pearl Harbor, has just been bombed by the Japanese. After the initial shook the soldiers' are fighting back ruthlessly. The casualties have not been counted but are in the estimated in the thousands-" America turned off the radio.

America sat with his fist shaking in his lap, bangs covering his eyes. Matthew was scarred for his brother; the shaking was freaking him out. It's hard for him to read, was Alfred mad or was he sad.

Canada couldn't believe Japan would do this. He always seemed so nice, he never talked in the meeting unless needed and he never did anything to purposefully insult another country, it was so hard to believe.

"Hey Bro." the American asked his brother, standing up with his face still down, body shaking. America's voice was low and its usual happy-self gone and that, to the Canadian, is the scariest thing in the world.

"Yea, Al?" Matthew asked hesitantly afraid of what his brother will do.

"I'm going to go kick some Japanese ass!" the American yelled his fist in the air.

Then as if he just remembered who was on the phone with; he angrily gripped the phone while holding it to his ear. He yelled out his orders to the man on the other end.

"Get the chief commander, the president, and the commander of the army together; this is an act of war. Also we need to see how many of the ships we can salvage so they can revenge themselves. We are getting our revenge on those Japs." He ordered the person on the phone.

With those words spoken America went to run for the door so he could meet up with his people to discuss the war plans, but he was stopped by a quiet voice.

"America." Matthew called out to his brother.

"Sorry Mattie, I got to go." The American called, looking back at his brother.

"Al, I'm coming with you." Matthew grabbed his jacket and ran after his brother with Kumajiro in his arms and a smile on his lips. "Welcome to the war America."

"Thanks bro," America patted his brother on the head, "Come on we have a war to win."

With that the two brothers went outside to prepare for war. All that can be said is Canada is glad that his brother is joining the war and so is America himself, and now that The U.S.A. is joining WWII with the Allied forces, the Axis powers are going to have hell to pay for what they did.

The end, yep this is what I though happened when America heard about Pearl Harbor. So yay, this was my little short story/ one shot thing. I hope you all enjoyed. I don't own America, Canada or any other country mentioned in this story. Yep I own nothing; I claim nothing so you can't sue me! Please I'm begging, don't sue me.

All I can say is I'm so happy for randomly being able to write this during History class. So thanks history teacher for doing our lessons this week on Pearl Harbor, I love the inspiration. Hahah well have a good day kids and remember DON'T MESS WITH THE U.S.A!

I would like to give a big thank you to all of the people who helped with the history part of it that I screwed up. If it wasn't obvious before my history teacher doesn't really tell us about Canada in the wars. It makes me sad cuz I would like to know how he contributes to the wars and everything. So thank you to everyone that helped me correct my information.