Canada trudged sleepily to his kitchen, flipping on the light switch, and yawned. He glanced around for a smudge of white usually on the ground. "Eh, donde estas Komajirou, donde…" looking down to see what he'd just stepped on, there was a fluffy white ball. "Aha, buenos dias Kumajirou!" but Matthew gasped and reached his hand to is mouth.
"Who are you?" The polar bear put it's paw on Canada's leg.
"Soy, s-soy Canada…Que, q-q-que estoy hablando?!" Matthew didn't know what he was saying. "Kumajirou, ayudarme. Ayud-ayu-a-ayudarme!!" Canada screamed in frustration.
"I don't know you." The bear said and plodded away. He watched him walk away from him, suppressing the rage building up from years of never being noticed. Matthew yanked open the fridge and rummaged around for something to eat. "I'm hungry" The bear saying again next to him. Weird, wasn't he just leaving?
"Tu la buscas…" Canada had to find out what had happened. This was obviously not going away anytime soon.
"I don't understand you. Speak English, Canada." His bear finally remembered him, that's a first.
"Tu sabes me, Komajiro, como?" The bear sat down in front of the fridge and started pushing food around with it's snout.
"I still don't understand you, go learn English." It said and walked off again with what looked like a hamburger, weird. Oh that was right, Alfred had visited a couple of days ago.
"Eso si que hacerme!" He remembers leaving his cellphone on a counter and grabbed it. His brother should have an idea of what was wrong with him.
Alfred finally picked up after three other tries. Canada sighed in relief.. "Yeah, what is it Matthew?" he sounded a bit annoyed today.
"No hablo Ingleis!" Canada yelled. There was a pause.
"Well neither do I," 'Oh you have to be kidding me', thought Canada, "I only speak American after all! Maybe you should start too." Matthew held back another comment. "No, seriously, why are you speaking Spanish?"
"Yo no salgo, puedes ayudas?" He waited for his brother's response.
"Wait don't tell me the illegal aliens abducted you and changed your voice Matt! 'Cause if they did, I'll make sure none ever get 'cross your borders again. After all-"
"Usas un dictionario idiota! Yo estoy bien, mi lingua es el problemo." Illegal aliens, wrong assumption Alfred.
"All I got out of that was dictionary, idiot, good, and problem. What's yo supposed to mean up in Canada Matt?" This utterly confused America was not helping at all. Time for a new plan.
"Quizas, Arthur…"
"Hey, that's not fair. I'll try to help! I just need a reaaaally good translator.."
"Adios mi hermano!" Canada hung up quickly.