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"I don't know who she belongs to, Al. I just found her out in the forest with Kumajiro."

Canada had had the as of yet nameless little girl at his house still. She didn't do much other than eat, sleep, and play with Kumajiro. Canada didn't know what else to do, so he called his brother America for advice.

"Do you think it's all right if I bring her over so you can see her?"

"I dunno. I'd probably have to chase Tony out of the house. He wouldn't like that. Maybe it'd be better if..."

And the rest of America's words were muffled. He was probably stuffing his face full with hamburgers again. Canada noticed Kumajiro walking towards him, with the little girl riding him, as if he were a horse.

Canada covered the mouthpiece on the phone, so his brother wouldn't hear him. "Careful. You might hurt his back." She stared at him with big doe eyes, and got off her ride. She ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his leg.

"That okay, Matt?" Canada didn't actually hear him, so he wasn't sure how to answer. "Um...S-sure, all right."

"Great! I'll see you in an hour or two." The line disconnected before Canada had a chance to say more, and he hung up. That was probably what America said when his mouth was full. That would mean that he would be visiting them.

"Sometimes I wonder how he and I could possibly be re-lated...!" His speech was rushed at the end when he suddenly found himself on his back, looking up at the ceiling. How did this happen?!

The little girl crawled onto and sat on Canada's stomach. "Yes?" It was surprising how much she weighed. She pointed to Kumajiro.

"Beh," she said.

"Yes, I see that. He's a bear. Now can you get off me, please?" The girl responded by flopping onto her side and closing her eyes. Kumajiro followed suit, and climbed onto Canada's stomach and fell asleep as well.


America turned the corner and made his way to Canada's house, taking great care not to be noticed by his neighbor. He knew he had the right house, though, since Canada had the giant inukshuk* in the front yard. He made his way to the door and knocked. No answer.

Opening the door, America yelled out, "Hello! The hero is here!"

"Great. Can the hero help me out here?" Canada's already quiet voice was strained by the weight of a child and a polar bear sleeping on him. America stared for a little bit, then walked over to help his brother, barely withholding uncontrollable giggles.


"So who is she, Matt?"

After America helped Canada off the floor, he asked about the mystery girl in his arms, who was still sleeping. Canada spoke as he pet Kumajiro.

"Well, like I said over the phone, I found her out in the forest. I haven't asked her for her name yet, if she has one." The quiet nation stopped to put Kumajiro down onto the floor. "I...don't know who she is at all. All she does, though, is sleep, eat, and play with Kumajiro and I."

The little girl began to wake up, noticing that even though this guy who was holding her looked similar to the one who found her, they were different. That didn't bother her, though. Her eyes brightened, she got a big smile on her face, and grabbed his nose, just like with Canada.

"Oh right...I forgot to tell you," he said. "She does that, too. I don't know why."

"Um...hello," the loud and proud nation tried to say, but it came out sounding nasal. "Can you let go?" Of course she didn't. Her grip tightened, to the point that it cut off America's air supply.

"Auuggghh... Can't breathe..." He stuck a finger under her hand and gently pried it off. "Careful! I need that." She just smiled, clapped her hands and giggled.

Canada picked her up off the table and set her down. "Um... you go play with Kumajiro."

"Matt, I just realized. Are you gonna take care of her?" Canada froze on the way back up to the table. He...actually hadn't thought of that.

"Um...I don't know, now that you mention it. I have a lot to do lately. Maybe I should take her to an orphanage?"

"Oh." America and Canada looked at the girl playing with Kumajiro, trying to turn him into a riding animal again. "Too bad for her."

Canada's face brightened up. "Hold on! Maybe you can take care of her, Al!"

"Wha...Me?! B-But I can't do it!"

"Well, I can't either! I have my hands full taking care of Ivan!" Exactly what Canada saw in his Russian neighbor, America would never know. He didn't want to ask, either. "Well, how can I take care of her? I got Tony living with me. Not to mention I got the whale from Kiku. Where's she gonna fit in there?"

Canada looked America in the eyes. "Please, Al. I can't guarantee I can be around her the whole time. What if Ivan does something drastic?" He took his brother's hands in his. "But if you take care of her, I don't have to worry. Please?"

How could America say no to his younger brother looking like that? He sighed. "All right. I'll take her with me." Canada let go, and then wrapped his arms around his brother's neck.

"Thank you, Al! Thank you so much!"


"So...I guess you're staying with me." Before America knew it, he was walking home, little girl in his arms. "Guess we'll have to make a few stops on the way back. Get stuff from the store, see if Arthur still has my clothes from when I was a kid."

He stopped and held out the child in front of him. "I guess I was about your size, maybe a little smaller?" He had to hold her out far enough so she didn't grab his nose again.

"Maybe. I don't remember. It was a long time ago." He continued walking. "I'm gonna let you in on something. You're probably gonna have a hard time finding a place to sleep tonight. But don't worry. The hero will think of something, all right?"

"Yaaa!" The little girl clapped her hands and reached up, attempting to grab something. America tried to cover his nose, thinking that was what she wanted.

How wrong he was. She reached up higher, and America saw his vision go slightly blurry. He looked at her, and even with fuzzed vision*, he saw what she did.

"Huh?" He had to look at her a little closer, but he saw her trying to put his glasses on, and apparently, she wasn't doing it right.

"Awww, you're trying to be me, aren't you? Well...okay."

And for the rest of the way home, America was smiling. Maybe taking care of this child wouldn't be so bad after all.


1. An inukshuk is a group of rocks made to look like a person. They're usually seen in Canada.

2. I'm guessing this is why America wears glasses. He might be nearsighted. I'm not too sure.

I'm sorry if the style seems off. I guess I do that.

I'll try to update as soon as possible.

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