Argument
They do not even know why they started arguing. They fought before but there was something different about this one. "It's not like anyone even notices you! Heck if they do notice you they mistake you for me!" America screeched. "I hate you America. So what if we're twins! You are defiantly not my brother!" yelled Canada back to his brother. America blinked. Canada never yelled. America knew his brother could be harsh but this was groundbreaking. Canada spoke softly, his voice drained of all emotion, "Get out of my house, America." taking a deep breath he continued. "Now."
"Kumayouza, am I really that invisible?"
Canada asked sighing. Not even his maple-leafed hoodie made him feel better.
"Hmmm…. Who are you?"
"…I'm Canada…"
"Well it seems Prussia, France, America, and sometimes Cuba know who you are." Canada smiled slightly.
"Thanks Kuma." Canada smiled slightly and closed his eyes. 'Only four people know who I am.' Soon he felt tears streaming out of his eyes.
America plopped down onto his bed. He didn't know he was crying until he opened his eyes and could not see out of his glasses. He placed them on the oak dresser next to his bed. He felt bad for saying those things to Canada. He also knew Canada only said the things he did because of what America said to him. America looked around his room. Hamburger wrappers littered the floor, so much so if one was to walk into his room one would not be able to see the American flag carpeting he has for his room. 'Hmph,' he thought, 'Canada also said I need to lay off the burgers.' America paused for a minute thinking. 'Alright, as the hero I know what I must do!'
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
Canada groaned as he picked up his phone. "I'm sorry you must have the wrong number… wait America? Yes, I'm home, no I don't want you here. How did you know I was sitting on the couch reading Stephen King during the hockey game commercials? Now Canada was scared. Racing down the stairs onto the ground floor he ran over to one of his windows. Looking carefully he spotted something like a tent, but much smaller, in his bushes. Upon looking closer Canada realized there was a sign that read, 'America is not in here. I promise.' Written in red, white, and blue. He jumped out of his window and landed with a slight thump.
Creeping up to the tent like thing Canada slipped in silently. It was then Canada saw his brother looking at…video feeds? Of Canada's house? That slightly crept Canada out.
"So brother watcha watching? Looks interesting." Said Canada, anyone would be able to hear the smile in his voice.
"Oh um hi Canada! Want a burger?" America asked nervously.
"Why are there cameras in my house and why were you watching them so intently?'' Asked a very confused and scared Canadian.
"So you don't want the burger?" America asked trying to change the subject. "You crush my confidence, then proceed to spy on me?"
"Not spy bother, observe! Heroes don't spy."
"Okay so why were you observing me?"
"To find out how to make you feel better."
"So you did this to make me feel better?"
"Of course! We are brothers after all. "
"Thank you America. If you wanted to make me feel better than all you needed to do was eat England's scones." America eyed Canada.
"Dude, not funny."
"I wasn't joking."