I apologize for making you all wait so long xD I already posted chapter two and three on DeviantART so I didn't think of posting it here until now. And I apologize in advance if it looks weird when I post it, because liokes to double my chaopters sometimes.

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"Speaking of the damage, though there had been several attacks launched from numerous parts of the border, the majority of the army had been sent towards the capital, Ottawa. The Canadian forces had been able to halt the invading army just before the halfway point between border and capital. As mentioned before, the army was unprepared for such an assault. They'd just been able to launch a counter attack, heading off American planes with their own air force. Despite the slight victory held there, the Canadian nation, Matthew, had suffered great losses. And estimated hundred planes had been shot down, the majority of them his own. Besides that, there had been a ground retaliation, where they had successfully pushed his brothers army back. Hundreds more were lost in those simple fights. And then the civilian count... Several small towns had been destroyed. Few survivors were found the last time he'd tuned in to listen nearly ten minutes back.

To get back, however, to the conversation. What would they do? How would they go about the matter of war, brought on so suddenly, with seemingly no true reason? Canada was a neutral country! He never threw himself into useless wars over the simplest things.

Matthew," The other man in the room said. His voice, though strong and unwavering, could not hide the uncertainty in his gaze. He tried to keep his voice low, wincing each time his country did. Yes sir?" the Canadian replied just as silently. Each time his mouth moved to form the words he wished to say, a new wave of, thankfully dull, pain throbbed in his head. The attacks had ceased, and had yet to start again. But the damage had still been done.

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So that is why Matthew agreed. "Of course we can." If only to give his leader hope. But what he truly thought was much different than what he'd said. Truly, he had no idea what outcome this war would have. In the past, they'd both won their fair share of wars, of course, but he couldn't say he had more experience. Over the last few years, America had been involved in a few more wars, namely the war a few years back, in which the Baltic nations of Estonia, Latvia, and Lithuania merged. Their decision had brought up a few protests from Russia. Surprisingly, it wasn't the Russian nation to declare war first. It was his sister Belarus to take action. That, of course, dragged Russia into the fight. Somehow America had gotten himself involved after that. In the end, not many lives were lost, and the conflict was ended peacefully.

Another had been a conflict between America and Russia over, of all things, a colony. It was small, and the first to be built off world. A few years before the war, a breakthrough in such technology allowed them to build a small station on the surface, with enough room to send a small group of people out. Russia had actually won that war, though in the end, they'd agreed to send a mix of colonists.

And then, as said beforehand, his country hadn't fought a war for nearly two centuries. Considering all the fighting the nations did, that was pretty amazing. But it wasn't like the military wasn't trained or anything, either. So they would be able to push back America... And it had happened before, why not again? Many, many years back, Alfred had attempted to force Matthew to join his house. And, to put it bluntly... He'd kicked Alfred's ass! And he burned down the idiot's white house, too!

A smile made it's way to his face, despite the lingering ache in his head. "You know what, sir? I think we iCAN/i push him back." His boss looked at him, still showing the same look. "You know my history with Alf- America. We've fought him, and won, before, haven't we?"

England has agreed to talk to America," Matthew finally said quietly, "But I doubt he'll get involved unless Alfred makes a move on his country." Like before the first world war... He'd rather let this stay between us to avoid another global conflict." His boss nodded his head slowly. That whole business with the allies and central powers had indeed been quite a mess. Almost like a schoolyard fight. One person starts something... Everyone jumps in... It would be best to avoid that.I'm sure we'll be able to take him... We are a larger nation, right?" Matthew lifted his head from the table. He could see the uncertainty in his boss's eyes, but that was... Actually not too different from his normal expression. The man was a brilliant politician, but he always was rather jittery when it came to matters of war. Canada, in all the years since... Well, the last war they actually declared had been a week after the invasion of Poland during World War Two. His boss had never had to participate in one at all.

"Matthew was about to say something when a knock on the door interrupted him. "Come in." He called over his shoulder. A guard poked his head through the door.

I do, that's true..." His voice still held traces of doubt. "You're referring to 1812... Right?" Matthew nodded. His boss smiled slightly.

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"Matthew blinked. "We've lost an estimated one thousand deaths. The true death toll is slightly under, but otherwise..." He trailed off when France frowned.

Sir, you have a visitor-" His eyes widened. "Eh! Don't touch me there, you pervert!" He growled, slapping someone's hand away. I wasn't going to do anything, honestly!" A smooth, teasing voice replied. "There's no need to hit. Now, if you'll excuse me..." the guard suddenly disappeared with a crash, as a blonde man pushed the door open. Matthew had barely enough time to stand up before he was pulled into a bone-crushing hug that left him gasping for air. "Oh Mathieu, Angleterre called and told me what happened!" He said, petting Matthew's head. F-France..." he managed to say. "I c-can't breathe..." There's no need to worry! Papa France will protect you from Amérique!" He hugged him tighter still, letting go a moment after. His hands slid down Matthew's arms as he looked him in the eyes. "You're not harmed badly, are you?"

"I meant you personally, mon petit trésor..."

"Oh... I'm feeling much better right now." Matthew answered. He glanced over his shoulder, at his boss. "Is there anything else we should discus while we're here," he asked.

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No, I think that's everything as of now." His boss said, eying France suspiciously. Come with me, then, Mathieu? I want to talk to you alone." Of course, Francis." The nations left the room silently, leaving Matthew's boss behind.

And now, nearly an hour after that little incident, Matthew found himself with his boss, going over the war declaration. They sat in a small room with no more than a small, barred window, and a single candle to provide the light by which the offending document was read. And then reread. Reread so many times, both nation and leader could solemnly recall each word, and repeat them aloud.