Soo… this is the result of reading too much Canada and America fighting / arguing fanfictions. Anyhow, enjoy! [I used to be called fionlao...]

Disclaimer: I don't own anything at all in this story except for the plot.

America stood tall with a frown marred on his face. The frown was not directed to someone people usually assume, hell, he wasn't even seen by most people! But it is what it is.

Canada was standing in front of him, with a glare that mirrored America's, only stronger. His fists were balled and his eyes were narrowed.

What led to this? Some things happened…

Flashback:

"Yo! … Uh… oh yes, CANADA!" America shouted hesitantly after forgetting the northern nation's name. He had just barged in to the Canadian's home without his consent but he knew Canada wouldn't mind at all.

Canada stepped down the stairs, rubbing his eyes blearily already fully-dressed. "H-Huh? Oh… America… Can you not barge in to my house at 5:00 am in the morning?!"

"Ahaha! Don't be so grumpy! Here! Have a burger!" America smiled cheerfully while putting a hand on the shoulder of the dreary Canadian.

"…Just tell me what you want. I know that when you offer me a burger is when you want a favor from me…" Canada grumbled while yawning quietly.

"Okay! Iggy wants me to host the next World Conference but on Aug.20, the day of the conference, I AM HAVING AN AWESOME BURGER EATING CONTEST THAT WILL TAKE THE WHOLE DAY!" America declared with a grin while his brother frowned slightly.

"I think you should host it… the contest can be done another day. Besides, if you're planning to ask me to host it, I can't because the conference room on Aug.20 is booked and I have a hockey game as well…" Canada muttered slowly.

America pouted and said, "Aww… but the hero needs a break too."

Canada rolled his eyes and quietly scoffed in a mocking tone, "You didn't even do ANYTHING yet as a 'hero'."

However, America heard him and crossed his hands, "Of course I did! I'm winning the London 2012 Summer Olympic games!"

(A/N: For this fic's sake, I'm basing the medal count of the first 3 days of the London 2012 Summer Olympics.)

Canada shot him a mocking glance, "CHINA IS."

"Oh? Then I won the medal count in the Vancouver 2010 Olympics!"

Canada sighed and gritted his teeth, "I DID."

America taunted, "Liar! A hero can't be lower than the victims!"

Canada hissed, "How the hell am I a victim?!" He knew what was going to happen next but he couldn't do anything to stop this argument.

America put his hand around his chin in a mocking thoughtful stance. "Oh… let's see…wait. Who are you?"

Canada trembled with anger at the remark and shot back, "Oh yeah? Then who was the one who lost to me back in the war of 1812?"

Flashback ends…

"Oh… I don't recall losing to you… I only recall losing to England. Don't say anything about that when you weren't even there." America mockingly said.

Canada bit his bottom lip in anger and frustration before snarling back, "I was there." He growled barely able to control his rage.

"Oh? Don't get jealous about the fact that everyone knows I was in the war and not you. It's actually not their fault that no one cares about you—" America was punched in the gut as Canada took deep breaths to calm himself.

America fell and his back was against the wall but he didn't stop, he just kept talking, "Hey, didn't France teach you to not use violence? Do you even listen to him anymore? Maybe that's why he doesn't see you anymore."

Canada was completely silent at this point. His bangs had shadowed his eyes and he wordlessly walked out of his own house leaving America sitting with an accomplished smile on his face.

(A/N: I think I made America a little too mean… well there we go…)

While Canada was outside, America shook his head and muttered, "Whoa… what did I just say to Mattie? Wait. Thinking about that… what am I doing here? AHHH! I'M IN A STRANGER'S HOME! SOMEONE KIDNAPPED A HERO!"

America rushed over to where the cordless phone was and quickly dialed England's number.

"Hello?"

"AHHHH! IGGY! I WAS KIDNAPPED!"

"You bloody wanker! How could you talk to me on the phone if you were kidnapped?!" England's voice sounded.

"I'M SERIOUS, IGGY! ONE MOMENT I WAS IN PORTLAND, VISITING OREGON (the personification, I mean) THEN THE NEXT THING I KNEW, I WAS IN A STRANGER'S HOUSE!"

"… Try walking out the door right now." England suggested quickly and America sneaked over to the door and as quietly as he could be, he opened the door a crack. "Oh. It opens."

"THEN WHY THE HECK DID YOU CALL ME 5:30 AM IN THE MORNING, YOU BLOODY GIT!"

America winced at the tone before answering, "Err… My car's apparently here too. This is suspicious."

"What? Don't tell me you just drove there but you forgot about it, you git?" America could practically see England's frown.

"… Err… maybe. There must be some reason I came here… address is not familiar to me though… Whatever."

"Then stop talking me, bloody wanker, and stop wasting my time!"

"Sorry Iggy, false alarm." He replied, ended the call and put the phone on the porch.

America frowned at himself for forgetting why he was even here.

NOW… Poor Canada's situation…

Apparently, today was definitely not a good day for the Canadian. In the morning, his day was interrupted by America causing a huge argument and hurt for the northern nation. He didn't even realize he was crying until it started raining and he felt the tears coming down. Then… he still had today's world conference in Russia and rumors were that Russia was extremely irritated these days because of being number 10 for medal count in the Olympics.

(A/N: Russian Federation is currently 10th on Aug.3rd so I'm pretty sure it'll change…)

Canada sighed as he clambered towards his private airport and as he reached it, the pilot nodded in recognition. He smiled dimly with a depressed aura around him as he walked up the steps in to the jet. The pilot acknowledged the sign and immediately announced for take-off.

(Time Skip~! I'm lazy. What do you expect from me?!)

Canada sighed depressingly as he got off the jet and walked towards a limousine that was prepared for the personified nations. He grimaced as he sat down in the backseat.

"Would you like any water, Mr. Canada?" a voice sounded from the front.

"H-huh? Oh, no, it's fine. Although if it's okay, could you wake me up when we get there? I am kind of sleepy right now…?" He suggested shyly.

"Of course, Mr. Canada."

If Canada held out a little longer before sleeping, he would have heard this:

"So Mr. Russia wanted Mr. Canada so he can vent out his frustration, correct?"

"Yep, I feel pity for the poor guy."

AND DONE~! I'M SORRY FOR MY OTHER 4 STORY READERS! JUST A QUICK WHIP UP OF MY BRAIN! This'll be a three-shot~

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