Canada's brother had difficulty making friends. No, not because he was shy, or didn't know how to speak to people. Because he was oblivious to other people's feelings and either missed their intentions completely, or misread them and assumed everyone hated him. America acted like he was friends with everybody, with his open grin, and habitual joking and laughing-but that only lasted while he was with other countries.

When everyone else left the room, America's easy grin disappeared, and his eyes betrayed his tension. Not that America had ever told Canada that. It's just that Canada was always forgotten, always invisible, so he saw a lot more than anyone knew. The other countries tended not to notice he was in the room, and would let down there guard around him. This way Canada could see their true emotions and intentions.

This is how Canada knew that America was lonely. America did have England, but their relationships were strained, underlined by what they both felt was a betrayal from the other. Of course, America had Canada too, but someone who was barely noticed and mostly invisible didn't really count, even if they were brothers. Canada didn't mind. He had his own friends, Cuba, and the Netherlands, that he could go to when he couldn't go to family. But Canada was worried about America.

Thankfully, due to Canada's superb espionage skills, he had found just the right country to be his brother's friend. He knew that America had had issues with this country before, but it wasn't as if America didn't have issues with every country at some point. He knew everyone was tense about this country, but he had interacted against this country himself in hockey games, and had seen this country's true face when he was alone, and it was just as lonely and sad as America's. He even knew the two countries had a mutual friend in Lithuania, one of the few countries America actually truly seemed to like.

The only problem was that America never seemed to speak to him. In a group, it would seem like America was speaking to him, and it was never obvious that he wasn't speaking to him, but the more Canada watched, the more he realized that these two countries simply never actually interacted in a normal conversation. So Canada took things into his own hands.

America was striding down the hallway, holding a hot McDonald's coffee in one hand, when Canada intercepted him, quickly and unescapable. Canada knew he only had a few seconds to execute his plan. "Hey, America, let me have a sip!" He demanded, rather unlike himself, and America was so shocked he didn't even protest when Canada pulled the hot drink out of his hands. Even as America opened his mouth to say "What are you doing?" Canada stuck out a foot and tripped him, and just like he predicted, Russia came around the corner at that same exact second.

America fell right onto Russia, pushing him down and landing in his lap. "Ah!" America quickly pushed himself up before Russia had time to react. "I'm sorry!" it was an accident!" Russia's eyes were round as America defended himself. "Hey Mattie, tell him-" He turned, but Canada was gone. America faltered. Russia helped himself up, dusting off his backside. "Be more careful in the future, da?" He warned, brushing past America and going on his way. For a moment, America stood frozen where he was, bewildered at his brother's actions. Then he realized something.

"Dammit Canada! He stole my coffee!" Canada took a sip of the coffee and made a face. "Tim's is better." he decided, dropping the coffee in a nearby trashbin. He was silently watching Russia, who turned the corner rather quickly, looking flushed and happy. Not a perfect result, but definitely better than before. Canada decided he would definitely help the two countries grow closer, no matter what it took.