Author's Note-Hey everyone, sorry that the story has is coming so late in the month. I am a graduate student and I am trying to wrap up my thesis so I have been running around like a chicken with its head cut off. Well enough excuses. Thank you to Denmark and CommunistPotato for their lovely reviews. I hope that you will also enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia or the Canadian/American border. Sadly I haven't even been able to cross the Canadian/American ground border yet.


The No Touching Zone


England sighed. When he had expanded his empire into North America over a hundred years ago he never expected could never have planned for the chaos that his twin charges would bring him. The northern brother would prove a quiet but powerful member of his empire. The Dominion of Canada was barely a blip on England's political landscape, but the overseas territory provided a constant stream of fur for the Mother Nation's high society, whale oil to keep lamps of London lit, and massive trees from virgin forests to build the ships that were the backbone of the British Empire. The southern brother, on the other hand, proved to be far more trouble than he was worth. The United States of America, as he preferred to be called, brought nothing but war in his wake.

At one time England had loved both of these twins equally. They had been his children, crown jewels of his empire. Oh, how things had changed. Once he had sat between these two young children and read them fairytales, their little head buried into his side at the scary parts. Now he was trapped at the negotiation table, trying to figure out a way that the fledgling nation and young territory could both exist on the same continent without tearing each other apart.

"Okay, your leaders had agreed on an appropriate border between our two nations. This border will be surveyed and a number of monuments will be place to mark the boundary. To further clarify the border 20 feet, ten feet on each of your sides of the border, will be cleared of vegetation and kept clear as long as either of your nations exist." England let his eyes narrow as he stared down the two young teenagers sitting at the heavy wood table. "You will not cross this border without responsible nation as an escort, I repeat; you will not cross that border without someone there to keep you from doing something stupid and irresponsible. You will also not burn down each other Capitals again or there will be international ramifications that neither of you want to deal with."

Canada pouted and America scowled, but neither sibling disagreed with the plan. England just prayed that the boarder would remain stable, because if it didn't there was a pretty good chance that one of the twins would end up eventually killing the other.


Canada actually enjoyed watching sports with America every once in a while. It was a great time to catch up, to be brothers for a few moments, instead of being countries. Still as entertaining as a good sports event could be, the commercials could be pretty boring. So when the World Cup game took a time out Canada decided fiddle with America's Ipad.

After a few seconds of randomly tapping on things, the Google Earth App booted up. Canada had to stifle a laugh, when it centered itself squarely in the middle of the Washington, DC. Amused the nation decided to program to app to boot up centered on Ottawa next time, but as he strolled northward he noticed something. The bald Canadian/US border was far from straight. He had already known this fact, after all the original boarder had been mapped using the best technology of the era, but old fashion survey instruments and twine only got you so far. A fact that was blaringly obvious in a space age world.

"Well, that was an epic fail." America smirked.

"Do you want to fix it?" Canada let his fingers pan along the border.

"Meh," the southern sibling shrugged, "it has worked so far. I don't see why we need to change things now."

"Works for me." Canada yawned while kidnapping the bag of potato chips out of America's lap and started chomping down on the salty treat. "Turn up the volume on the soccer game. I want to watch Belgium kick your butt."

"That is totally not going to happen." America have heartedly grabbed for the snacks, then settled on eating the beer nuts on the table.

"This isn't women's soccer bro, you are totally doomed." The northern twin smirked. A hour and a half later his comment proved true.


Historical Note- The US/Canadian border is not only the longest, but has also become one of the most peaceful borders on the planet. That said, that doesn't mean that there isn't a few irregularities. There are a couple of islands which both countries claim including one which the Canada believes is part of Nova Scotia so he built a lighthouse and a America is convinced belongs to Maine so he refuses to admit that the lighthouse exists. In short, there may be some future stories about the humor that occurs along the world's longest shared border.

End Note-You have to love Canada/America sibling rivalry.