Yes, this is my first Hetalia story. Hope it's good, haha. This is based on a fact I saw on the History Channel that there are more moose than people in the state of Maine. xD Go figure. Anyways enjoy and no, I do not own Hetalia. xP


Is was a nice day to take a drive in Maine, just what America was doing. The blonde country hadn't been in this state in a long while. He loved all his states, each was amazing in it's own way, yet he didn't have time to be in every one at once. But he got a nice chance to be in Maine this week and he was going to enjoy it. Evergreens were flocked with snow that fell the night before. The country road America drove on was full of snow and slush, but luckily his four-wheeler could handle it nicely. He was enjoying the view of his wonderful state when-

SCRREEECHHH!

America hit hard on his brakes and held his breath until the car made a rugged stop just inches away from a large moose.

"What the-?" America questioned as he got out his car and saw at least a hundred moose flooding the road in front of him. What was going on here? There were so many moose! America knew there were many moose out in Maine considering it bordered his brother's land and all, but seriously.

America honked his car horn repeatedly until all the moose slowly cleared away from the road and America could continue his drive ...only to be stopped again by even more moose a few minutes of driving later. America sighed fustrated. He had an idea where all these moose were coming from.


America grunted as he tried with all his might to shove a brown moose over the border to Canada. On the other side of the border, which was just a foot away, stood Canada himself on his land.

"What are you doing?" The America look-alike asked softly with his head slightly cocked in confusion.

The tall country continued to shove the 1,200 pound moose to no avail. "I know what you're planning! And it's not going to work! I'll push every single moose back across your border one by one if I have to!" he exclaimed, sweat forming over his forehead, meanwhile the moose simply ignored him and leaned down to snack on some grass.

"What are you talking about?" Canada exclaimed still in his very soft voice. Why couldn't America ever make sense when he talked?

"I'm talking about your evil scheme of revenge to take over me! You're slowly hoarding all your moose into my territory until they take over!" America suddenly looked horrified by that thought and suddenly started pushing harder.

Canada rolled his eyes at his brother's ridiculous idea of him and made a slight 'tsk' sound. "America, where did you get such an idea?"

"Well it's a proven fact that there are more moose than people in Maine you know! How long before all my states are completely filled with moose?" The country said, his voice trembling.

Canada sighed and decided his brother would eventually get occupied with something else sooner or later, turned his heel, and walked away. However, he couldn't help but slightly smirk at the idea of America slowly turning into Canada.

Hey, he could dream, couldn't he?

America let out a heroic laugh as the moose got bored and walked the measly foot across the border. "Ha! Take that, Canada!" He exclaimed heroicly.

Canada just shook his head and continued walking.


I don't exactly know the point of this story except that it's just a little humorous to me. That, and also I thought of it while talking to my friend and now it's an inside joke of ours to say, "Canada's slowly invading America with his moose!" Haha. :)