Abel and Cain
During the War of 1812, American forces invaded into Canada, the then British North America. At the height of the War, British troops of Canada made a journey to accomplish a feat that would never be done again in war – the attack on Washington D.C.
Canada knew the state he was in, ever since America got his independence. Quebec and he were invited to join the American's wild dreams back then, and they refused him. After becoming the United States, it was only natural for him to claim his brother up north.
That war did come and Canada was badly beaten up by it, as did war had affected Nations in the long run. Along with England's soldiers, they were preparing for their assault at the heart of America – the White House in Washington D.C.
"Mr Williams, are you sure of this?" asked a private.
Canada straightened out his red coat, and nodded to his soldiers.
"Yes, England is very upset when America left him," Canada said, "He was never the same again. And Alfred still wants to pursue me against my will, then him hear my answer."
Canada grabbed a torch from another British soldier and walked towards the White House. He hurled it into the insides of the building and the fire spread throughout. Canada let out a sadistic smile that would be rare for him.
"Men, order the others to begin now," Canada ordered.
The burning buildings in D.C. would raise an alarm in America's nerves. He could of course feel the pain of his vital regions struck down by enemies and set aflame. Taking a handful of men from the battlefront with him, they returned to Washington D.C.
As America got down from his steed to see the destruction in Washington, he grunted again at the chest pain he felt. Canada walked out of the burning house along with several men.
"Mattie?" exclaimed America.
"Hello Alfred… no, America," Canada greeted curtly, "you must have felt that right? Was it burning in your heart too?"
"This sort of things, I would've expected it from England instead," America said, while panting from the pain.
"He's a bit busy in the actual war, but this is my message to you," Canada explained, "I'm staying with England and that's that."
"He must have casted some weird hocus-pocus on you," America said, "You're not my Mattie! The Eyebrows must have possessed you or something!"
"That's Canada to you, he who you wish to fight," Canada coldly replied.
"No, I declared war on England, not you," America said.
"Yet the war is fought on my land," Canada said, "so I have a say in this too. Not all of England's efforts are his alone. I want to do something for myself sometimes."
"I'm the older one here!" America proclaimed, "You're still a minor colony of England!"
"At least I'm the more mature of us brothers," Canada said, "dumping tea into the Harbour is no way to state your dissatisfaction with England's taxes."
"Says the one who is burning down my vital regions," America muttered, "where would my President now live, and what of my people? You ain't no hero!"
"You're always so self-centred," Canada remarked, "if you were so heroic, had you considered the Loyalists who are just settling down?"
"They are all accomplices of England and the Crown," America answered.
"The Loyalists are people too, and they just want to peacefully settle down in the New World too," Canada said, "yet you still wage war against these people. This is the message of the People."
"Was this even necessary?" asked America, "we're brothers…"
"But you will never grow up," Canada replied, "reflect on this, Alfred F. Jones… no, the United States of America."
"At least I'm a country of my own, and not a colony with a split administration," America mocked.
Even after the War of 1812, America still considered Canada's actions to be influenced by England. Thus, this started the trend of Canada being ignored by his fellow Nations.