Canada had always taken a liking to the more pretty elegant, things in life, much like his adoptive older brother, Francis. This, he told himself, was the reason that he needed nearly everything to be perfect.
It was the way he was raised, and that alone, that caused him to clean nearly every hour or so, and his childhood alone that gave him random panic attacks when something was not clean enough. He wanted to be suave and attractive like big brother, which is why he would go days without eating at times. He wanted to be noticed and appreciated, but he did not think it would be as hard as it turned out to be.
No, it was supposed to be a clean house, a few pounds lost, and a hug. Never had he expected things to get blown out of proportion like they had, but that was a longer story.