Atopos – I have finally decided to do a Hetalia fic. And I've also decided to post something. I've decided to go with using the country names instead of human names here, just 'cause. I'm kinda testing the waters so to speak. If I get good feedback (or lack of bad feedback), I might stick with this fandom seeing as I have more oneshots written up in this fandom already.

I don't own anything except a liking for America/Canada brotherly fics. There is also no historical moments in this fic at all. This is just for fun. Enjoy!

Kumajiro-san

"Thanks again for letting me visit." Canada smiled softly, his face turning red from embarrassment. His brother normally let him visit whenever he wished – and vise versa – and yet he still felt the need to thank him for letting him stay as long as he pleased.

America, though, merely nodded, staring at the stuffed bear his brother carried everywhere with him that currently sat in one of the chairs at the kitchen table. Canada sat next to the bear, and America sat across from his brother.

"Um, are you alright?" Canada asked nervously, noticing the way America was looking at the bear.

"I never noticed how much you carry that thing with you." America told him. "Where'd you get it? You've had it for as long as I remember."

"Yes, I got him from France when I was little." Canada couldn't help smiling at the memory. "And when I left him at England's home, he brought him over to me tucked inside his coat. His name is Kumajiro, and he's my friend."

America turned to look at his brother with an amused expression on his face. "You sound like England, y'know?"

"I suppose…" Canada shrugged. "You know Kumajiro can move and talk to me, right? And when I get lonely, I set him on my bed and talk to him for hours." Canada tapped a finger to his chin in thought. "I think I've spent a few nights just staring at him for lack of anything better to do."

"Yeah, you're definitely related to England." America rolled his eyes. "Why'd France give it to you anyways?"

"I am France's only child after all."

"He only wanted to win England over by showing how much he cared about you. It never worked." Which was said in a, 'Ha! Take that! I win all!' type of voice.

"Whatever that means." Canada got up and started for the cupboards. "Would you like something to eat?"

America shrugged in the same way his brother had. "There's some beer in the basement if you want some."

"Sounds good, I'll be right back." Canada ran for the door that led outside. The basement had to be opened by a couple of old wooden doors from the outside, something rather old-fashioned that America never seemed to have the time to change.

America returned to staring at the stuffed bear. For a moment he thought he saw the bear move. And then blink. And rub it's eyes. It then fell to the floor with a flop. America considered picking it back up again to set it back in the chair. However, very slowly, the bear practically swam towards the door Canada had just disappeared through.

America blinked and rubbed his own eyes as the bear stopped at the front door, waiting for someone to open it for him. When Canada came back with two bottles in each hand, he bent over and gathered the bear in the crook of his arm.

"You wanted a drink, too, right?" Canada held out two bottles for America.

With a sigh, America accepted them. "Yeah, I think I need them. Thanks."

And – as he twisted the top of the bottle – he swore he saw the bear wink at him. Whatever England had done to the bear, he knew he would have to get back at him somehow for all the sleepless nights he would have whenever Canada visited with that bear.