"Canada!" America beat on the door of his brother's room, waiting impatiently for a reply. He hadn't seen his brother in a while and was beginning to get concerned."Hey, dude, open up!"
America was greeted by silence, so he went ahead and twisted the handle, forcing his way in and stepping over the piles of dirty clothes and discarded trash that covered the entirety of Canada's bedroom floor. America furrowed his eyebrows in concern. This isn't like Canada… his room is never this dirty.
America looked around the room, taking everything in. The bed was unmade, the blankets spilled onto the floor, and it looked as if the room hadn't been cleaned in months.
"America…" He heard the familiar whisper of his brother's voice say from behind him.
America spun around, surprised. "Hey! Canada, bro! What happened to your room?"
Canada only shook his head, a sad smile on his face. "You always make such a mess."
America, slightly confused, walked over to his brother, still smiling. Canada returned the gesture before asking, "What brings you here, America?"
"You know, just Iggy being a jerk again."
Canada's smile faltered for a moment, but it was back so quickly that America wasn't sure if it had really done so at all. "What did he say?"
America took a few more steps closer to his brother. "You know, the usual. He's always trying to screw with my head. He calls me crazy, even with his 'fairies and unicorns!' Can you believe that?" America couldn't help but laugh at the thought of England's imaginary friends.
Canada continued to smile sweetly as America took yet another step closer. "You know..." America started, "The worst is when he talks about you… Iggy gives me a lot of crap, but…"
America put his hand up to the mirror, feeling the cool surface under his fingers. "I know he's just messing with me when he says you're not real… right?"