When Canada left England, he went back to his home. The Canadian had enjoyed his time in England, but it was good to be back in his own lands. Canada got a taxi and returned to his house first, taking a quick shower and gathering up his things for his visit to America.
Canada loaded up his car and headed in the direction of Alice's house, the Canadian had decided to take his beloved bear with him to America's house.
Thirty minutes later…
Canada was pulling into Alice's driveway once again, and he found himself smiling at the theme of symmetry. When Canada rung the doorbell he realized that the doormat was symmetrical as well, so the 'wow' placed in the center of the mat made sense.
Canada heard a rustling noise from inside the house before Alice appeared at the door a smile on her face. Alice did not have her glasses on and it made her bright blue eyes stand out even more, Canada noted that this time the woman was wearing a green tank top and black sweat pants.
"Hello Matthew its good to see you again, you look happy. Did you have fun in England?" Alice gestured for Canada to come inside and he did. "Yeah it was fun."
"That's good, would you like something to drink." Alice asked leading Canada into her living room. "Sure." Canada walked into Alice's living room and found Kumajirou curled up on the couch sleeping.
"Hey Kumalaka I'm back." Canada gently shook the bear to wake him up. Kumajirou looked up at Canada with sleepy black eyes. "Who?" Canada smiled; he had missed hearing that one word from his beloved bear. "I'm Canada." Kumajirou stared at Canada for a minute before rolling over and returning to sleep. Canada laughed and sat down next to Kumajirou, gently stroking his fur.
Alice came back into the room with two glasses of water in her hand, she handed one to Canada before sitting down. "I hope Kuma hasn't been too much trouble." Alice laughed. "No it's fine he was very well behaved." Canada smiled. "That's good. Alice do you remember when you told me about your sister and Peter?"
Alice took a sip of her water and looked up at Canada. "Yes why do you ask?" Canada placed his glass on the table and sat his hands neatly in his lap. Canada wanted to know the whole story about Peter and Alice's sister. "Well did they ever start getting along? Your sister and Peter."
Alice sighed and sat her glass of water down as well. "Well Peter and my sister, her name was Anna, had a bad history. Therefore, at first, they purely hated each other, and it made me mad I thought my sister was being selfish. I finally had a friend and I liked spending time with him, I couldn't understand why my sister was so intent on ruining the only good thing in my life."
Canada felt that he understood what Alice was saying, he had felt the same way about his situation with Russia and America.
"Anna told me to stay away from Peter, but I didn't listen to her. Peter and I grew closer; he went from my best friend to my boyfriend. However, good things do not last forever, Anna found out and she was furious, she was always really hardheaded and stubborn. Peter always told me that Anna infuriated him, so I usually did my best to keep them separated, but one day…" Alice trailed off and looked at the ground. "I should have done something, I could have stopped it, I could have saved both of them, but I didn't."
"Alice what are you talking about?" Canada was confused; he wanted to know what had happened between Peter and Anna. Alice checked the time on her wristwatch. "I have to go Matthew I'm late for something."
"Wait Alice what happened to Peter and Anna?" Alice stood up and Canada noticed her eyes were glazed over.
"You have to go Matthew, I'm gonna be late." Canada sighed. "Ok Alice, I guess I'll see you another time." Alice nodded a blank look on her face, she went to go find Kumajirou's things and Canada noticed something fall from her pocket.
It was a piece of paper, with times and places on it. '1:00 pm Notre Dame Cemetery, and 4:30 pm Royal Ottawa Mental Health Centre.' "Alice?" Canada whispered, Alice walked over to Canada and took the piece of paper and handed Canada Kumajirou's bag. "Not now Matthew…maybe I'll tell you the ending another time." Canada nodded his head, gathered up Kumajirou and left.
The entire drive to America's house all Canada could thing about was Alice's story. He had a feeling he knew what happened, and this unnerved Canada. Alice's story had seemed so similar to his situation with Russia and America, Russia was Peter and America was Anna, Canada knew what the ending to Alice's story was, but he had no idea what the ending to his story was.
Canada decided to push those thoughts out of his mind and just enjoy his time at America's house.
"Yo Mattie you're here!" America ran up to the Canadian and hugged him. "Yeah Al good to see you too." America laughed. "Bro I got some crazy fun stuff planned you're gonna love it!" America grabbed Canada's arm and dragged him into his house.
After Canada had put away his things in the guest room and both nations were sitting on the couch America began to explain his plans for the week. "So I was thinking it would be a great to throw a party the day before you leave the good ol'U S of A."
"Um party?" Canada said while he scratched behind Kumajirou's ear.
America grinned. "Yeah dude, it's gonna be awesome I'm gonna invite a ton of the other nations!"
Canada frowned slightly. "I d-don't know Al, I'm n-not really a party person." Canada had attended one of America's parties before; he had felt awkward and stayed in the corner the entire time.
"Aw come on Mattie it'll be fun you can invite some of your friends too. Like that chick with the huge boobs that you used to talk to."
Canada sighed. "Her name is Ukraine." America rolled his eyes. "Whatever man, but the point is you're totally gonna be at this party and you're gonna have the best time of your life." America was bouncing in his seat and making wild hand gestures.
"So I can invite some of my friends?" Canada thought of Russia. "Yeah man whoever you want! Plus you can make new friends during the party!" Canada laughed at America. "Ok Al it does sound kind of fun."
"Great bro, but before that we're gonna do a ton of other fun stuff." America said, wrapping an arm around Canada's shoulder.
"That's sounds great Al, but could I go to sleep first the drive here was really long, and it's like four in the morning." America looked at his watch to check the time. "Oh! Guess you're right. Well let's go to bed and we can start all that super fun stuff tomorrow!"
Day 1 at America's house!
Canada woke up at around noon, but America still wasn't up so he decided to make breakfast for the both of them. Even though it would be considered lunch at this point. Canada made pancakes, bacon and eggs, set them on the table and cleaned up his mess knowing America would be downstairs soon. Canada also took out some salmon for Kumajirou to eat.
"Mornin bro." America said walking into the kitchen with only blue boxers and a white tank top on. "Morning Al." Canada said, while he placed the pans he had used in the sink.
"Dude you didn't have to make breakfast." America exclaimed sitting down at the table and staring at the bacon with a hungry look in his eye.
"It's ok Al I like to cook." Canada finished washing the pans and sat down across from America at the table. Canada hurriedly grabbed his own food, knowing that America could eat all of it by himself and would if no one stopped him.
"Well if you're sure." America said already piling a ton of food onto his place; Canada had known to make a lot because of America's eating habits.
After breakfast, the North American brothers left the kitchen and went to the living room. "Al do you ever clean?" Canada asked looking at all the McDonald's wrappers and soda cans on the floor. "…Clean?" America asked a bewildered look on his face.
Canada sighed. "Yeah Al clean."
"Oh! Well I used to have a person who would do that, but she said something about me being a pig, and too much work, and left. I think it's been like two months since she was last here." America said scratching at the back of his head.
"Al…that's disgusting. I'm gonna clean your house." Canada said with a disapproving look on his face.
"Wait! What? Don't do that Mattie! It'll take forever and it's boring!" America plopped down on the couch and glared at Canada.
"B-but Al, don't you want to have a party? It's best for us to clean n-now and get it over with." Canada tried to reason with his brother.
America looked at the floor lost in thought, what Canada said did make sense. "Well I guess we should clean…but only a little cause heroes don't clean!"
Canada rolled his eyes. "Okay Al. Where's your vacuum cleaner?" America stared at Canada a clueless look in his eye. "Vacuum cleaner?" Canada sighed it was going to be a very long day.
After Canada explained to America what a vacuum was, the two began their day of cleaning. Canada suggested they start with all the wrappers and cans on the floor. "Ok Al just pick up the trash on the floor, okay?" America nodded and began picking up old wrappers.
However, America quickly grew bored with this task. "Mattie cleaning sucks I'm too heroic for this!" America whined.
"Al you really need to clean your house." America sighed and half-heartedly threw an old wrapper into the trashcan. Canada watched as America took more shots and missed half of them, Canada laughed at America.
"What's so funny?" America asked pausing mid shot with a soda can in his hand.
Canada smiled, he had an idea. "Oh nothing, except for how bad you are at this." Canada said picking up a McDonald's wrapper and tossing it into the trashcan.
"Oh so you thing your better than me?" America tossed his soda can into the trashcan. Canada rolled his eyes, took a couple of steps back and threw another wrapper into the trashcan. Canada knew America so well he could predict what America would do next.
America glared at the now smirking Canada. "You know what this means, don't you?" Canada smiled, he knew how competitive America could get, and this was exactly what he had expected the other nation to say. "What does it mean?"
"This means that we're gonna have a competition right now! First to twenty wins, bear you keep score!" Canada got a chalkboard and piece of chalk out, he wrote his and America's name on the board before handing the gathered items to Kumajirou.
Kumajirou was also used to America's competitiveness and often time had to keep score of the brother's ridiculous competitions.
"One! Two! Three!" Canada rolled his eyes and picked up a soda can this time taking another shot. Canada didn't really want to have this makeshift basketball game with America, but as long as they cleaned the others house he was fine with it.
Canada would admit that America was good at basketball, really good, but Canada was good too. "You're so gonna lose bro!"
Canada smirked yet another one of his cans landed in the trashcan. "Don't be so sure about that Al."
About three minutes later Kumajirou announced that America had won. "Yeah go USA! USA!" America cheered as he pumped his fist into the air.
"Congratulations Al you're really good at cleaning; now we can start vacuuming." Canada smirked.
"…Wait, what are you talking about? I didn't clean!" America yelled, he was confused.
"Well Al, all the wrappers and soda cans are gone." Canada said a smirk still present on his face. America looked around the room as if he had to make sure Canada wasn't lying to him.
"Whoa bro how'd you do that." Canada rolled his eyes. "Just move the couch Al."
America smiled. "Yeah! This is the kinda work a hero is supposed to do."
The rest of the day was filled with cleaning; America and Canada cleaned virtually America's entire house. America did all the dusting while Canada did America's laundry, and both of them cleaned the kitchen.
At the end of the day both brothers collapsed on the couch completely exhausted. "I can't believe you made the hero do so much cleaning." America whined spreading out on the right side of the couch.
Canada rolled his eyes. "You barely did anything." Canada laid his head down on the arm of the chair.
"Did too." America brought a hand to his mouth to stifle a yawn.
"Did not." Canada felt his eyelids growing heavier.
Soon both the brothers were asleep on America's couch, with Canada now laying half on top of America, while America loosely slung one of his arms around Canada's shoulders.
Day two at America's house!
Canada attempted to make breakfast again, but America insisted on eating cereal instead to save time. Canada didn't understand what America was so eager to save time for, but he went along with it and ate his fruit loops for breakfast.
After their short breakfast America quickly gathered sodas, chips and other snacks before running off into the living room. Canada followed America into the living room, and watched as the other nation set up his Play station 3. "Al what are you doing?"
"Duh setting up my Play station 3." America fiddled with some wires behind his TV.
"Well I know that, but why are you doing it?" Canada asked. America finally finished setting up the game system and faced Canada with a giant grin on his face.
"We're gonna have a gaming marathon bro! I got this new game from Japan and it's totally cool!" America was bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. "It's like a zombie apocalypse, war, questing, and fighting game all mixed into one epic two player game!"
"Uh ok then…that sounds nice." Canada wasn't as in to video games as America, but he wasn't against playing a game with his brother, it did seem somewhat interesting.
"Sweet." America chucked a controller at Canada and put the game in the system. The game started up and America and Canada were given three options for their avatars. The couple, the friends, and the brothers.
America and Canada chose the brothers, America selecting the more muscular of the two, "Because I'm the hero duh." and Canada getting the more feminine brother.
The game really was a mix of all the things that America had said; zombies had overtaken the world and were waging a war against the humans. America and Canada's avatars would have people approach them and ask for favors that they had to do to complete the game and the brothers were training so they could defeat the zombie king.
After three hours of gaming, the brothers were level 72 warriors and headed off to the zombie kings castle. America told Canada that Japan had created the game; Canada thought that Japan had designed some of the characters in a weird way. There was a blacksmith from Germany, the police officer was Swedish. The farmer's wife was from Ukraine, and Cuban monsters.
America ended up being captured by a guard at the zombie king's castle and Canada had to save him. While he was in the dungeon rescuing America, he saw another prisoner that was Russian.
"Hey Al I think we should save that guy." America looked at the character in the corner of the screen that Canada was talking about. "No way he's Russian!"
"I still think we should save him, he might be helpful." Canada just had the feeling that they needed to save that man. "Fine." America sighed, and let his brother approach the Russian man and ask him to join them.
After the man joined them their strength went up 20 points, but America noticed that their closeness fell by 40. "Hey why did our closeness fall?"
Canada hummed. "I don't know, but it doesn't really matter cause we're stronger now. So let's go get the Zombie king." America didn't like that Canada just brushed it off so easily, but agreed with his brother, defeating the zombie king would be easy now.
America and Canada finished the game, but America was disappointed because the hero didn't get to slay the zombie monster. In the end, the zombie king had hypnotized the Russian man, and Canada had killed the king saving the Russian.
"Dude that wasn't cool, the hero was supposed to kill the monster." America whined tossing his controller on the floor.
Canada gently placed his controller on the table and looked at America. "I actually liked it, the ending was interesting. Though I do wonder why Japan made the characters like that."
America sighed and leaned back on the couch. "Oh Kiku always does stuff like that, I think he just likes making diverse games or something."
Kumajirou walked into the room and climbed onto Canada's lap. "Hungry." The little bear whined. Canada checked the time. "Wow Al we've been playing that game for five hours." Canada stood up to find food for his bear.
America stopped pouting about losing his game and jumped up. "Did you say five hours?"
"Um yeah…"
"Damn! I hope I still have time!" America ran around his house, grabbed his phone and then ran out of the room. Canada shrugged his shoulder and went in the kitchen to find Kumajirou something to eat. When Canada was finished with feeding Kumajirou America returned to the kitchen with a grin on his face.
"Well today was fun, I think its time to head off to bed." America bounced on the balls of his feet.
"Uh Al it's barely six o'clock, why do you want to go to bed so early?" Canada was confused.
"Haha no reason we should just go to bed early, so we can be well rested for the stuff I have planned."
"What do you have planned?"
"Bro it's gonna be a surprise just go to bed." America started pushing Canada up the stairs and into the guest room. "Go to sleep dude." Canada rolled his eyes. "Fine Al."
Day three at America's house!
"Yo Mattie wake up!" America jumped on the still sleeping Canadian's bed. Canada rolled over and curled up under his blankets. America began to shake his brother's shoulder. "Come on man get up." America violently shook his brother and yelled his name.
"Al whadya…doin…I'm sleep…" Canada rolled over and pulled his blanket over his head.
"No! You can sleep on the plane bro!" America pulled the blanket off Canada.
"Wah? What are…you talking about?" Canada finally sat up
America pulled Canada out of the bed. "Come on I'll explain later." Canada was still half-asleep and didn't realize America had thrown him in the shower until he felt the cold water hit him. "Aaaah! Alfred what is wrong with you!"
America laughed as Canada stepped out of the shower his clothes now soaked. "I had to get you up, now hurry and get dressed while I get the car ready." America ran off, leaving a wet Canada standing there alone. Canada sighed and went to get a towel so he could dry off and get dressed.
Ten minutes later Canada was sitting in truck with a very hyperactive America. Canada didn't understand how his brother could be so hyper when it was barely four o'clock in the morning. "Al…Where are we going?"
America grinned at Canada and started up his truck. "To the airport!" Canada stared at America.
"Is there a reason why we're going to the airport?" America's grin widened. "So we can get on a plane and go somewhere."
Canada sighed. "Where are we going once we get on the plane?"
"Valencia California!" Canada continued to stare at America, his brother was being very difficult. "And why are we going there?"
America rolled his eyes and pulled out of his driveway. "Duh we're going to Six flags Magic Mountain."
Canada rolled his eyes and leaned back in the seat. "Ok Al."
Thirty minutes later the brothers arrived at the airport and boarded America's private plane. Once on the plane Canada fell asleep and America talked about how much fun they would have unaware that his brother was not listening.
Once they landed in California America dragged Canada off the plane and into a taxi that would take them to the amusement park.
"Oh dude this is gonna be so much fun and we're gonna ride all of the huge rides and blah blah blah." Canada zoned at after he heard America say huge rides, Canada was too busy thinking about other things. Like Alice's story, it was really bothering Canada now. He had managed to push it to the back of his mind but it was back again.
"Uh Al." Canada asked looking up at the other nation. "Huh?" Canada looked down at his lap, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to ask, but he had to. "Why do you hate Ivan?"
America's expression grew serious and he rubbed the back of his head. "Well I guess it's because Russia is so cruel to people and enjoys being that way. As a hero I can't like someone like that, and I've seen what Russia does to people." Canada was starting to get annoyed, everyone knew what Russia had done but him, Canada didn't thing the large nation was bad, but everyone else did.
"Oh." Was all Canada said he was tired of talking about this, so he let America go on about the park and pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Canada attempted to enjoy his day at Six Flags Magic Mountain with his brother.
Canada and America spent the day riding all the roller coasters at the park. America dragged Canada onto every thrill ride in the park, and at the end of the day, they watched a fireworks show, before returning to America's private plane for the five-hour flight back to America's house.
"I had fun Al." Canada said once they were in America's truck and heading back to the American's house. America smiled at Canada. "I'm glad you did bro." Canada fell asleep in the truck and when they arrived at America's house, America carried his sleeping brother into the house.
A/N: Ok this was gonna be way longer, but it got too long so the second half will become chapter 21 and that will be up pretty soon, Wednesday at the latest. This chapter is for America and Canada bonding, and foreshadowing. Love to my reviewers you people mean a lot to me.