Ok one little explanation. Since Canada is still and colony of Great Britain at the time I picture him as a little kid. So this is Chibi Canada, not full grown one.
Another thing since I am not a pro on the war of 1812 at all, and most of America's invasions were at nigh, I decided to make this at night. Plus if you look anywhere it never says that the Invasion of Canada took place at day.
IrisTheFlower- Thanks for your comment. I love the notes I did the same thing, except my teacher read mine out loud to the whole class. *Face desk* Ya it all went down hill at "Idea's for Hetalia- Britain steal's America's ships, Alfred is ticked."
Thank you so much for the italics idea. I didn't know what else to do so thank you.
Once again, I apologize for anything messed up this is what we learned in class.
America P.O.V.
July of 1812.
I was getting ready to start to invasion of Canada, even though I still wasn't sure about it.
The troops gathered in Detroit, and everyone was lead by General William Hull.
We marched there and finally made it.
"Here We Go."
Inside
It was night and Canada was getting read for bed. How-ever he had this horrible, uneasy feeling and kept looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was watch him. While eating dinner Britain had placed his hand on Canada's shoulder and asked if he was ok. Canada hadn't wanted to worry him and smiled warmly and reassured that he was fine.
But now, he was second guessing his judgment. He felt something weird, like there was something inside that shouldn't have been there.
The blond colony shuttered and clutched harder onto his stuffed bear.
"What d-do you think it is Kumajirou?" Canada's shy quite voice rang barely audible, even in the silent room. The room a pretty large, or at least it was to him. With wooden dressers, and wooden bed with a soft blankets, and two doors. It was weird but there were two doors. One connected to England's room, and on the other side the was a door that lead to the hall way.
Suddenly he saw a shadow moving down the hall, holding a torch.
"M-Mr. B-Britain sir?" His soft voice asked, still not very loud. The figure kept moving, so he assumed that they hadn't heard him. "Mr. Britain?" He asked louder but gasped when the figure entered. "W-w-what..."
"Don't be scared!" The figure said, before setting the torch in a holder.
Canada was unconvinced and backed away, until his back hit the bed. The man had, blue eyes, a face almost exactly like his, blond hair like his except shorter, a hair that stuck up, and was wearing a dark blue jacket, white shirt, brown pants, and black boots. The man walked up and knelt in front of him, so that he wasn't so tall. Canada wondered if he knew, that only made things more awkward and made it near impossible to run? "My name's America." the figure said smiling.
"I-I I know you. Mr. Britain told me about you."
"Oh," America sat back, thinking for a moment before noticing that Canada had slipped away and ran to a corner of the room clutching his bear tightly. "What's wrong? You don't need to be scared. I'm not going to hurt you," America said standing, "I thought you would be happy, you can escape Britain. If we unite we can beat him."
Canada's eyes widened and he shock his head no. He hide his nose, mouth and chin with his teddy bear. "Come on, I thought you would be excited to be able to get away from Great Britain. He's so controlling and demanding."
"N-no"
"Huh?"
"No" Canada's soft voice came as a surprise. It almost hard to hear and sound soft and sweet. It was nice to listen to, not loud and it didn't hurt your ear's. "Your wrong."
"Please agree. I can take care of you, you can be free. You can grow, and don't have to pay Great Britain his taxes."
"No, Mr. Britain watches after me, his armies protect me, his taxes a-aren't that bad. And..."
"Look," America snapped knocking the poor boy back into his fear and he started shaking, "I don't see why your so scared, leaving England is a better thing to do trust me." Canada only continued to shake. "Look, I haven't done anything to you, I haven't touched you, I haven't yelled at you, I haven't hit you, I have been perfectly calm this inter time. So damn it, why are you so scared of me?" America said flatly, annoyance obvious in his voice.
Canada only stared, America stood and began to walk towards him. Canada tensed and squeezed his eyes shut and hugged his bear tighter. America just ignored him and placed his hands on Canada's shoulder; looking him in the eye.
"Listen" America started softly, "My soldiers are invading your land. Their invading you! If you come with me, I can stop th..."
America was cut off as Canada began sobbing. Not just crying but sobbing like those folk-tails where someone cried a river and it became the overly salty dead-sea.
Feeling terrible he pulled Canada into a hug, trying to comfort him, not wanting him to cry. All this seceded in was Canada tensing before screaming extremely loud. Much louder then America though possible, and in shock, he stumbled back before regaining his balance.
"ENGLAND! HELP!"
England rushed through a door opposite the way America entered, kicking it open with his foot and holding a gun and seeing America aimed it at him. "What the bloody hell are you doing here!" He growled steeping in-front of a trembling Canada.
America was stunned and just stood there.
"Well?" England asked taking a step closer, "If you have no answer GET OUT!"
America yelped and ran out the door and out of the home.
He ran and ran and ran, until he was back home.
Once home he collapsed and fell asleep.
The next day it turned out, just like he had, General William Hull had surrendered to a British General named Isaac Brock with neither side even firing a bullet.
Wow this was a lot better in my mind. *Smashes head in desk* "oops it broke"
Anyway thank you
IrisTheFlower
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I wasn't expecting people to be so interested.
