"England?" Canada asked through the heavy wooden door with France beside him. The two French speaking nations were awoken by his coughing that echoed through the house, hence why they were still dressed in their pajamas. Canada was wearing a pair of white and red plaid pajama pants and an extra-large American-style tee shirt to match. His golden locks were scruffy and a few strands stuck to his sweaty forehead.

"Yeah…?" he asked in between another set of coughs.

France arched a gold eyebrow. France was still dressed in his clothes from the previous day consisting of a white regal button down shirt and unzipped black trousers. His usually sparkling blue eyes were bloodshot and fatigued from being woken during his quote-un-quote beauty sleep. "Are you okay, mon ami?"

"Of course I am bloody okay!" he shouted unconvincingly and sneezed twice.

"Do you want me to get some medicine? I could run-"

"No thanks, just leave me alone for the day," he said in a raspy voice and the coughing resumed heavier.

Francis pounded his fists against the birch white door and screamed "you better open this door or so help me I will-" he was cut off by Canada resting his pale hand on his slender shoulder.

"Leave him be. This is rough for him, with American Independence day and his disappearance…" he said his voice trailing off into whispers. He didn't want to admit it either but he missed his brother terribly, and having his birthday to remind them didn't help at all.

"Wait! What's today's date?" Arthur yelled with panic in his voice.

"July 3rd," Canada recited. Two days after mine, which everyone happened to forget, he thought to himself.

"Bloody fuck," he cussed under his breath and coughed a bit more. He green covers off his body and staggered towards the door. "Tomorrow is America's party."

"So…?" Canada asked a bit irritated that everyone remembered America's but not his.

"Don't you gits get it?" England panted finally opening the door appearing more untamed and disheveled than ever. "Everyone is going to be there; everyone but America."

France suggested "why don't we just tell them? Maybe we could get some help!"

"Yes, let's just tell nations like Russia that the most powerful superpower in the world is missing," England said dripping with sarcasm. If anyone actually found out that he was absent, the other nations might want to steal his territories and a full blown war could emerge.

"What do you propose we do?" France asked.

An evil smirk lightened up the British nation's face while he stared at Canada. "I think I have an idea."

Canada yelped "maple."


"I can't believe I'm doing this," Canada said with a sigh. He was wearing an oversized grey tee shirt tucked into a pair of America's beige trousers. Swathing over his shoulders was one of America's many leather bomber jackets that he never went without and perched in front of his blue contacts was a pair of America's square glasses.

France adjusted his American flag tie and exclaimed "but you look so legitimate."

Canada rolled his eyes knowing Francis was right. "Where is England? The party is about to begin."

He frowned and flicked a strand of Canada's hair that they gelled to represent "Nantucket". "England doesn't come to these things, remember? Anyhow, he's in America's room looking through his magic books." France stepped back to admire his work with a smug smile. "Okay, now that you look like him you have to act like him."

"So I have to go around announcing that I am a hero and eat a bunch of burgers?" Canada deadpanned teetering America's large glasses.

France looked a bit shocked that Canada always thought of his brother that way. "Uh…yeah. Pretty much."

He shrugged. "Sounds easy enough for me."

"That's the spirit!" France shouted and patted the Canadian nation's back. "Now go out there and impress everyone!"

Canada sighed and pinced the bridge of his nose before he was shoved into America's backyard to the crowd of nations. "Hey guys, the hero has arrived," he announced and laughed obnoxiously while standing on the porch.

The other nations turned around and smiled at "America".

They are actually smiling at me, Canada thought waving to all of the nations that never once gave him the time of day. They can actually see me!

For the next few hours, Canada mingled with all of the countries and, surprisingly, detested being the center of attention. He hated how every other second they would either yell at him for screwing their economy or ask where England was.

"Hey everyone, fireworks!" France shouted which made Canada exhale in relief. Honestly, Canada was sick of being "everyone's favorite hero" and eating a hamburger every five seconds. Maybe being invisible was a good thing, he mused to himself.

Albeit he was a bit tipsy from all of those drinks, even though he claimed that only French wine could get him drunk, France collected all of the fireworks Hong Kong brought over and lit a match to set the brightly colored sparks into the obscuring dusk.

As if it was some sort of song, everybody "Oohed" and "Ahhed" at each different design spangling and sparkling the darkness of the night.

England looked through the window from his spot cocooned in America's starred and striped blankets, his emerald eyes glazed over at the red white and blue fireworks. He couldn't help but to sob warm tears and reflect that he might never get to hold the younger nation ever again. I-I love you, America, he mutely thought to himself, praying that America could read his mind. He coughed once more and added I always have.

To Be Continued...


Author's Notes: Before I talk about the story, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my sister who just left for university today. Good luck~ Anyhow, this was an angsty angst chapter. And it was so short :( Sorry if you thought it would be some dramatic action-y climax scene, but that will be later in the fic AKA next chapter. Poor Canada, right? So in most fics they are all like: Canada wants to be America because he is jealous or whatever. However, I recently reread the manga and webcomic and realized that Canada actually hates every quality about America and hates when he is mistaken for him, so why would he enjoy being him? (But I have to admit, he hates being forgotten). Before you press the little red X, please review. I love hearing how I can improve~ Next chapter will be back in the alternative universe so get excited. More 2P characters! Hasta la pasta~

Dixie C Jones: YES! OMG YESSSSSS

Ember Hinote: *blushes* thanks and yeah for history~

ellaysia: yes. I just have so many 2P!England feels.

Dolce Latte van Creme: to clear up some confusion: the technology is around late 1800s to early 1900s-ish. except for the BE which is further along like 1950s or whatever because they control the world. and no world wars since the world was practically at the BE's command. I might end up changing that, but for now I hope that answered your question.

EclipsedDevil13: well Canada is a badass and was BE's colony so he did whatever he commanded for his own independence. and yes, look up 2P! I am so obsessed with it~

Warnings: Strong language.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.