Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the characters

I'm going under the assumption that something similar to this has probably been done, but hope you like it anyways! Also for reference, the entire thing is in America's point of view.

Italics = what America is remembering (flash back).

Chapter one: first impressions

"Man, nine hundred and sixty channels and still nothing to watch," I moaned while flipping through the channels; looking for something to watch. As I did this, I came across a documentary that was going over the 1700s at my home. Despite what someone might tell you, I actually do like documentaries; especially when they're about myself. So I left it on and watched. At that moment, it was talking about my bro and neighbor to the north; Canada.

"Man, we were just kids back then," I laughed and said to myself, "hard to believe how fast that went."


"Hey America, get over here!" England called to me. Wondering what it was, I rushed over to him and saw that he was not alone. Next to him stood a little kid who was about my age, with hair that looked a little like mine at the top with a long curly hair, bluish-purple eyes, a little toy bear, and an outfit that looked a lot like mine.

As I looked at him, I began to circle him as he began to mumble something and called himself English Canada. When I heard this I was a little confused. Sure I had heard of a place called Canada, but I had always thought that Canada was France's; so why was he calling himself England's? I thought that only I was England's, so why was he even here? While I thought about this, I began to feel a little uneasy in my stomach.

As quickly as I began to look him over, I turned away from him to England and said that I was hungry. He then smiled down at me like he always would and we walked to the kitchen so he could make me lunch.

While I watched England cook from my chair, I asked him, "Mr. England, how long is that Canada guy staying?"

"Why do you ask America?" England asked while frowning a little at me.

"Just curious," I quickly responded, not wanting to worry him.

"Not for too long sadly, that Frog is picking him up later this week. But hopefully soon I can have the two of you all to myself," England answered, patting my head during the last part.

Soon my lunch was ready and Canada had joined me at the table. England then placed two plates in front of us and said to me, "In the mean time you be nice to him. Think of it as some time to play with someone your own age."

I nodded to him to show I understood and watched as he gave me a relieved smile. I then tried to think of things in a better light. It was true that I tended to get lonely here by myself when England was away at his own home or pirating or whatever, so maybe having someone I knew who I could play with would be fun.


The channel then went to commercial, pulling me out of what I was thinking. Sighing, I got up to grab a coke from the frig, returned and sat back down. As I did this, I thought about how it took a while for me and Canada to finally become the friends that we wanted to become.

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