Canada re-read the letter he had received earlier that morning. "The war's started." He said to no one other than himself. He sighed and stood up.

"Well, I guess it's time to start attacking."

All of the Axis countries had received that letter. Shortly after Russia had called them all to tell them where they would be meeting at noon.

It was 11:30, and the hotel was 20 minutes from the meeting room.

"I guess I should get going, eh?" He sighed and patted his bear, Kumajirou, then walked out the door and to his car.

Normally, he would have put some music on for the ride, but today he was feeling unusually depressed. "Why do America and England have to be on the Allies' side?" He whispered to himself. "It isn't fair."

They were the other two members of his small family. England, France, America, Canada. That was how it had always been. But now it's France, Canada and England, America.

France had always been like a father to Canada, even though he was his older brother.

Just like England had been like a father to America.

They had all been so happy, living together like that. But not anymore...

His cell phone rang, interrupting his thoughts.

"Hello?"

"Hey bro... How ya been?"

"America... I've been fine. And yourself?"

"Fine... Listen, I know why you wanted to join the Axis and stuff, but I'm begging you, please don't do this."

"...I'm sorry, America. But I have to finish what I've started. Good bye."

"No, please!-"

Canada hung up the phone. It wasn't that he didn't want to talk to his brother. In fact, he missed talking to him.

America didn't usually remember him nowadays, so it was always nice to talk to him.

But Canada knew that if he did talk to him, it would make it harder and harder to attack him when the time came. That was the last thing he needed.

He parked his car in front of the meeting place and sighed again. He got out and walked into the building slowly. It was much like the Allies' meeting place, only it looked older.

He walked down the halls, exploring, until it was time for the meeting to start. Then he went to the room 216, like Russia had told him.

Most of the countries were already there when he arrived, but the meeting hadn't started yet, so he quietly took his seat next to France.

A few minutes later, Russia walked in and began the meeting. Not much happened, other than the creepy stare Russia gave whenever someone objected to something he said. Canada stayed quiet throughout most of the meeting.

The countries exchanged battle plans and talked about who they were going to attack first.

"So Canada, are you prepared to start the war?" France asked.

"I think so." Canada replied. "Though, I'm a little worried about attacking America."

"I know what you mean." France answered with a sympathetic smile. "I'm a little worried about England.

There was an awkward moment of silence as they both thought about how they were going to handle attacking their family members. It was pretty obvious neither of them wanted to be involved. Did America and England feel the same way? That was the question on both of their minds.

"Well, I guess we should get started, eh?" Canada broke the silence.

"Yeah, we probably should." France replied. "I'll see you later."

"Bye." Canada said as they walked to their separate cars.

"Bye." France replied.

Canada got into his car and began driving back to his hotel, still thinking about America and England. He realised that, maybe this wasn't the best way to get them to notice him. But, then again, America had called him earlier. Maybe it actually had worked?

Come to think of it, France had talked to him, too. Of course, France did talk to him much more often than America or England usually did, but still...

Canada stopped the car in front of the hotel and got out. He went into his room and laid down on his bed.

"Why, of all people...?" He asked himself. He still didn't want to fight against his own family. It wasn't right.

He remembered when he and America used to be children, playing together in the field by their house. They always had so much fun, chasing each other through the tall grass. And then, when they had finally collapsed in their exhaustion, England and France would bring them lemonaide and cookies.

They would all sit and talk and eat together.

Why did those days have to end?