He watched carefully as the older man paced back and forth in front of him. His usual brown coat was thrown to the side, his vest open, his bow tie loosened and his shirt rumpled. Papers scattered lazily across the man's desk held down by the clever use of a paper weight, one which happened to be a bottle of wine.

Canada cocked his head watching the man paced around the room muttering swiftly. He paused glancing at the desk, only to grab a half filled wine glass downing the red liquid. He then proceeded to resume his pacing.

Canada smirked leaning against his hand watching.

"Bloody Yankees."

The man stopped turning back to Canada, he shrugged opening up his arms in defeat repeating himself with a content sigh "Bloody Yankees."

Canada chuckled, "Their not that bad father."

"Yes well they have too much power as it is and I won't stand to see you become a bloody American, save that for your brother."

Canada chuckled again fiddling with his hunting knife, "How was the conference? Sorry I wasn't there, I ran into another bear."

John scowled before sighing pouring himself another drink, "Damn the Yankees and damn the Brits."

"That good huh?"

"I won mind you; they won't be bothering us again." John sighed rubbing his face, "Mind you election is coming up. To hell with the sandal, it was a necessary action."

"Liberals are going to win huh?" Canada glanced up, "Well it was fun father, or is it John now?"

John frowned, "Don't brush me aside just yet. You still hold that grudge don't you? You wouldn't be this rude if you did not have something against me."

Canada laughed quietly standing he gave a small knowing smile, "Sure thing father."

John nodded impressively placing his hand under his chin in a mock wizen expression, "Yes and there it is the grudge. I did apologise for Riel."

"I know, and I do understand, but it is not the easiest to remain neutral. I am a Métis myself you know."

"Lord don't I know it. So what is wrong then?" John said taking another drink from the wine glass.

"Mixed feelings, nothing important really."

John rolled his eyes, "Yes but mixed feelings will not work for me so stiff upper lip lad, what is the matter."

Canada rolled his eyes, "It will be weird having another prime minister that's all."

John stared blinking slowly, laughing he placed his drink down, "Oh lord what will I do with you? You know Alexander already, and I have a trick or two in mind anyhow. I will build that railroad mark my words."

"Unification!" Canada yelled suddenly as he mocked salute, "For Canada!"

Laughter filled the room as John slapped his desk, "Now if only your brother Newfoundland will stop being so stubborn."

"He gets it from my Uncles."

"I know where he gets it from, I am Scottish myself."

Canada sighed mocking, "Is that why your still here?"

John grinned chuckling shaking his head, "Watch it boy or I'll send you out after the wolves."

"Really you do that for me?!" Canada grinned triumphantly as he won that banter.

It really wasn't much of a secret, but considering how he was pretty soft-spoken and he didn't talk very much to other nations, most people though he was a studious diligent worker. The type of person to spend their days in the office, while America roamed the Wild West.

In all honesty it was the other way around. America was by far the more diligent, hardworking of the twin. He excelled in politics due to his extravagance and flamboyant attitude. Canada on the other hand was much more the type to wander off into the deep of the great northern forests, climbing the mountains and white water rafting. It was also the reason why Canada was quiet; he needed to be as silent as possible to hunt and to really see his land.

But back to the point.

John chuckled taking another drink of his cup.

"How is Mary?"

John grimaced taking a deep swing of the red wine pouring himself another glass, "It's no good. She won't be normal."

"Oh. I-I am sorry."

John shook his head, "No fault of your Canada. I'll be spending more time with my family during my break, as well restudying some law."

"Well you know where I will be."

"Lord knows where that it." John scoffed into his glass

Canada snorted softly, "You should take me up on that offer you know. There is life outside of Ottawa and Toronto."

"You mean Halifax?" John replied grinning boldly, "You know I am too old for adventures in the wild."

Canada crossed his arms raising his eyebrows, "Old? Where does that leave me?"

"I'll stick to sleepy lumber town Ottawa thank you."

Canada chuckled shaking his head, "Sure thing father. Let me know if you want any meat, or fish during the winter. Keep in touch as usual."

"Piling up letters at the post office? Alright then." John chuckled, "But I will take you up on that offer for meat."

"Well I am off." Canada said turning as he gathered up his own coat

John frowned, "Oh, America and England wanted to see you at the conference. They told me to tell you to get in touch."

"Alright." Canada nodded walking towards the door; he rested his hand on the brass knob when John called back to him.

"One moment." Canada turned as John placed down his drink hugging the nation tightly, "Be safe, no fighting cougars anymore; that was enough of an experience for a life time thank you. And when the rail road does start working you will go and help won't you?"

"Of course. Can't say anything about cougars though you know how the stalk." Canada nodded hugging his old prime minister again, "It's been interesting father. I'll be seeing you around."

Canada winked smirking as he closed the door, "You won't be getting rid of me that quickly."

He strolled down the hall grinning at the laughter that murmured softly through the oak doors.