Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Again, sorry for the long break; the adapter to my computer decided that it didn't want to work anymore and my parents would not let me use their computer.

Also sorry, but during the time I seem to have lost my passion for this story. So instead of leaving the story alone to sit unfinished or give you several chapters that are only mediocre I decided to simply wrap it up. Wrapping it up here also makes some sense since the documentary should theoretically be ending due to the first chapter saying it was for the years between those two wars. So sorry for those hoping for it to go through all of the war in detail.

Hope you like this anyways

Chapter ten: aftermath

Pizza sounded good to me, so I was about to pick up the phone and order it to be brought to my house when a thought came to me: the pizza parlor wouldn't have this exact documentary on one of their T.V.s. Slipping my coat on and grabbing my keys, I went to the door; pausing a moment before turning off the T.V.

On the screen they were showing some professor-person talk about the beginning of the war and the attack at Quebec as some kind of wrap up. Instead of trying to listen to him however I tried my best to focus on my growling stomach. I knew that it was almost over, but I also knew that if I listened now I would never get to the restaurant.

With a mixture of relieve and disappointment I turned the T.V off and went to my car. I wasn't particularly sure why I was feeling disappointment, that documentary was driving me crazy; did part of me actually like thinking back to all of that depressing stuff?

As I drove to the restaurant, I could not help but think back to that time in my history. Going to war with England, the disappointment I felt at having to fight both my brothers since Canada didn't join me; even though for some parts some of his people did try to help. There was Prussia and his troops to help me and my people learn how to be an army. Then there was France, who decided to take his sweet time in deciding if he would help me or not; despite the fact that every time I asked him to join I could see the yearning to fight England in his eyes.

It did not take me too long to reach the restaurant, and soon I was seated and had my order taken. For a moment I thought about calling up Canada. Due to the meeting tomorrow he was probably in the area, and after spending practically the entire afternoon thinking about him and my past I figured that it might be nice to talk about it with him. Not that there was much to talk about, but there had to be something the two of us could talk about; we are friends.

Sipping my soda, I began to mindlessly play with my cell phone. As I did this I continued to think about Canada and me. Ya all of that was in the past when we were kids, and I like to think that the two of us are closer now that we're older, but what if he's still for some reason upset about all of that. I mean, England still complains about me leaving when he's drunk, and after I got my independence I did kind of look down on Canada. Maybe I was just over thinking things.

Soon my pizza came, a large deep-dish with extra cheese and extra pepperoni; one of my favorites. I then grabbed one of the gooey slices of deliciousness when I suddenly thought of something from the documentary which caused me to lose my appetite.

The stupid documentary had reminded me that there was one thing that England, Canada and I had never worked out. I never learned which of us was really England's favorite. Even though it had been over two centuries, the thought of the answer I did not want to hear was enough to bring that icky feeling back to my stomach.

Sighing, I placed the piece of pizza back with the others and stared at it. This was getting ridiculous, I'm a grown nation; a super power. And it was over two centuries ago; so why did I care which one of us England liked more?

The waitress noticed that I was not touching my pizza and came over; asking if there was something wrong with it. I told her no and asked if I could just have a box for it. She left and returned a moment later with the box.

After paying, I took the box and went back to my house; all the while thinking that I should just call them and ask. It had to be easier to do that then sitting at my house thinking about it while letting it eat me up. As crazy as it sounds however, I just couldn't make myself dial their numbers nor could I think of anything else.

Eventually I looked at a clock and saw that it was getting late, so without eating dinner -which just proves how much this was getting to me- I got ready for bed. Even so, it took me a while to finally go to sleep; I think the last time I looked at my cell the clock said it was after midnight. At last however I was finally able to fall asleep.

My memories would not let me sleep easily however, with memories of all those battles from that war and afterwards filling my dreams. It was not until I heard my cell phone go off next to my bed that I was finally freed from those dreams.

With sleepy eyes I looked at my phone to see that someone was calling me. I then looked at the caller id to see that the person was in fact Canada. Clicking the answer button, I heard his soft voice almost drowned out by England's shouting ask me, "America, where are you? The meeting started half an hour ago and England is really angry about it."

"The meeting started?" I asked while grabbing my glasses and staring at a clock. After a moment of waking up a little more I realized what time it was and said, "Oh, crap! Sorry dude, I guess I overslept. I'll be there as soon as I can!"

As I said this I began to grab my suit and change; my shower would have to wait until later. In the background I could hear England shout out, "If that wanker isn't here in ten minutes I'm going to make sure he never forgets a meeting again!"

His little outburst caused me to give out a slight chuckle before saying bye to Canada. After hanging up, I quickly got dressed and sped to the meeting; stopping at a McDonald's drive-thru on the way. To my amazement I was able to get there in under half an hour, causing me to smile at myself and almost forget that anything was wrong.

Walking into the meeting room however, I then remembered why it was I had to hurry when England began to yell at me. After a good ten minutes of being yelled at, I yelled back at him, "Dude, the meeting's never going to get started if you keep at it like this!"

England was then about to remark at this, but Germany shut him up and the meeting was able to start. After what felt way too long, the meeting finally came to an end for the day. With that I got out of my chair and noticed Canada still sitting and gathering his papers together.

Still thinking about spending some time with him, thanks to that documentary, I walked up to him and asked, "Hey Canada, do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"

He looked at me as if surprised that I would ask him a question like that and asked, "Not really. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was watching this documentary the other day and it made me want to spend time with you," I answered truthfully in a voice that was a bit softer than my usually loud voice; after all, I didn't need the rest of the world thinking that I was some uncool weirdo who liked that kind of stuff.

This made Canada give a slight smile and ask, "I see. Sure, I'll spend some time with you, as long as we don't need to play catch again."

I laughed at this and helped him finish packing his stuff up and get up. He then asked me, "So what kind of documentary was it?"

"Oh, it was about the time after the French and Indian war," I said while noticing that England was looking at the two of us while closing his brief case. It was then that I remembered that one question that made the icky feeling in my stomach come back.

Having enough courage to ask, I told Canada to hold up for a moment before rushing up to England and saying, "Hey, England can I ask you a question?"

He looked at me startled by my sudden appearance but asked what my question was. So after taking a breath to gather up the courage to ask, I asked, "Well I was wondering, when Canada and I were colonies whi-which one of us did you like best?"

I cursed under my breath at myself for stuttering during the question as both England and Canada looked blankly at me. At last England said something, "Where did this come from all of a sudden?"

I could feel myself blush a little when Canada asked, "Is this about that show you were watching?"

This in return made England look at me in a confused look before muttering, "What kind of show makes you wonder that?"

Not wanting to answer, I grabbed hold of Canada's wrist and said, "If you don't want to answer it then don't."

With that the two of us left, but before leaving the room I could not help but hear England sigh and ask himself, "Why is it that the more difficult he acts the harder it is to dislike him?"

So for today's history review:

On December 31st 1775, American troops attacked the British defended city of Quebec, after capturing Montreal the month before. This battle was the first major defeat for the American side. Several years later, the American came again to try and get Quebec, this time deciding to siege the heavily protected town.

During the first half of the war, the French were interested in the revolutionary war, but no matter who the Americans had ask the French they decided to wait until they were sure the Americans had a chance of winning before declaring war on England. In 1778 France signed an alliance with America and began sending support (mostly supplies).

before the war of 1812, there was a new generation of young men who wanted to have their own war stories and were interested in attacking Canada and adding that land to America.

After these wars, as Americans continued to move westward, they constantly ran into the issue of where the American-Canadian border was. After several different treaties, they were able to get all of the border worked out under President Polk (his presidential campaign slogan: "64-40 or else").

Okay, kind of an interesting ending, but I hope you all liked it.

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