Author's Note:

And we got a Guest review and request:

I loved this chapter. It was so sad at the end tho ;~;. If you wouldn't mind, how about the axis powers visit Canada for the first time. You can go anywhere you would like with this. Just, no romance plese? I hope that I am not asking to much... Anywau, I look forward to reading your next chapter :)

Can do, Guest reviewer! This is going to be fun! Ha!

Disclaimer: Hetalia not mine. Nope.

Germany, Japan and Italy made their way to Canada's house, unsure of how they were going to procede with the visit once they got there. They didn't really know much about Canada, meaning they only knew what America told them. Admittedly they were only visiting to see what America's brother was like, plus America seemed to think the actual country of Canada was pretty cool, no matter how much he made fun of their politics. In fact there was a joke in America that if something happened with politics that they didn't like, they'd move to Canada. They didn't undertsand.

Anyway, they went up and knocked on the door.

"Hello, I'm glad you made it." Canada greeted as they opened the door. Canada was honestly flabergasted when the other countries said they wanted to visit, but he was glad to have them.

"We are happy to be here." Japan said with a small half bow that Canada returned out of respect. The inside of Canada's house was cozy, granted this was Canada's forest home. From what America told them, Canada had a few places, like he did. He had a forest home, and apartement of Toronto, and a house on the border that he and America shared.

There was a... suprising amount Canadian flag themed merchandise in Canada's house. It was a little strange... and sort of adorable. It also looked like Canada was ready for their arrival, already having cups of coffee ready for them. They all took a seat. And then watching in vague horror as Canada pored some maple syrup into his coffee to sweeten it. What hell sort of backwards country was this!?

"So, do you have any questions before we head out, after we finish our coffee of course, I'm sure America has told you somethings." Canada said in his soft voice, peeking over the edge of his mug, which they couldn't help but notice had a maple leaf on it.

Boy, did they have questions.

"Do you really apologize that much in Canada? America say people in Canada are abnormally nice." Germany asked, taking a sip of coffee. It wasn't bad, nothing on Austria's coffee, but not bad.

"Ah, well, there is a lot more focus on politeness here, if someone bumps into you, you both apoligize. But it's not that simple, there are assholes everywhere in the world, even Canada. Granted sometimes we have some... unusual crimes in some parts of the country." Canada seemed to be searching his mug for the answer.

"Unusuar?" Japan asked, tilting his head.

"In some parts of Canada there has been a sort of... nice vandalism." Canada sighed. "It always gets painted over, but a lot of people actually enjoy it. Messages like 'smile' and 'have a nice day', they are really neat but they are unhelpful towards trying to get people from seeing Canadians as anything but polite Americians."

"Do you think we will get to see a moose!?" Italy asked excitedly, flopping his hands around.

"Maybe on the way to the city, or if one wonders into the city. Though, to be honest, we are more likely to see elk. If you stay the night here at my house, then some usually wonder into the yard." Canada pressed his lips together for a second. "How long are you planning on visiting?"

"At least a few days." Germany answered simply.

"Okay,then you wouldn't mind if I arranged a skii trip for us while you are here? If you would that, they are pretty fun."

"I wouldn't mind."

"Me either! It sounds fun!"

"I agreed."

"Its done then." Canada smiled. "Any more questions?"

"Do you really say 'eh' at the ends of your sentences?" Japan asked and Canada seemed mildly annoyed.

"Sometimes. It's used to proke a response, end a question, things like that." Canada sighed. "If that is all, we can head out once we finish coffee."

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After a few hours of Canada touring them around one of Canada's urban cities, Canada had insisted on taking them to a resturant to get something called a poutine. Canada seemed really excited for it. And then the food actually got there.

Infront of them were plates of toasty fries, smothered in gravy and...cheese curds?

Good God, this was worse then America's burgers.

Canada seemed unfased, happily digging into his plate.

"Go ahead and try some, it's really good." He chirped, munching on a fry. The three slowly took bites, and swallowed. "Pretty good, eh?"

"These... Are actually not that bad." Germany said, taking another bite. Canada's smile grew.

"It's better then England's cooking, I'll give you that!" Italy chuckled. "You atleast make fries better then him, nearly as good as Belgiums fries, yeah?"

"It's sarty, I rike that." Japan conceded. It really wasn't his thing, but he didn't want to step on any toes.

"It's okay if you don't like it, Japan, it's for everybody." Canada said, seeming to pick up on Japan's feelings.

"Stirr, it is very nice for you to buy us runch, you know, I courd herp pay..."

"Nonsense, I can't ask my guest to pay for their meal."

The rest of the day was relatively uneventful. The boys sight saw, had a nice time. They really enjoyed Canada's company, though they did wish he would speak up a little sometimes. Why was it that the brother with the best things to say said the least and spoke the softest? It hardly made sense. Canada was so smart, how come they hadn't really noticed him before? Oh, right... America.

Well, anyway, the next day they rested and Canada arranged for them to go to a hockey game.

"Alright, I got us some good seats, so we are in for a time." Canada said as they drove towards the stadium. "I must warn you, things might get a little out of control. A lot of us Canadians take hockey seriously. If you aren't careful you might catch an elbow."

They had taken his warning lightly, because surely such sweet people couldn't possibly get that out of control.

Yet, low and behold, a few minutes into their quiet, reserved friend had completely terraformed into a different person. A really loud, person, who along with a bunch of other people, were on their feet and shouting at the referees. They weren't sure when Canada had paint his teams colors on his chest, but he had, and now the front of his shirt was opened, revealing them to the world.

Who the hell was this and what did they do with Canada.

So, not knowing what was going on, they decided to drink some overpriced, Canadian stadium beer.

By the end of the end of the game, most of the stadium was on their feet, and all four of the nations were a little smashed, just a little. Though, Japan was not nearly as bad as the others, because he didn't drink as much.

"You have good beer and play warrior sport, you have won my respect!" Germany said just a little too louder then he probably needed to. Canada just blinked at him before smiling and raising his beer.

"Yeah!" Was uttered and small amount of beer was spilled.

No one was quite sure how exactly made it home that night.

Oh, and as for the the little skii trip that the group went to at the end their stay...

"HOW DO I STOP!?" Japan screeched as he barreled uncontrolabley down a steep hill, the other close behind, trying to catch him.

That's a story for another time.

Author's Note:

AND THERE. Short, sweet and to the piont. Orginally I did a bunch of research and stuff, but then at some piont, I said FUCK IT, and just went with the spirit of Hetalia and dealt with the stereotypes.

I tried to get to this quick. I don't like to keep people waiting, after all. It's rude. Plus I'm trying to get into the habit of writing more. But I need more requests! Come on, people, give me something to work with. I have the weekend free so Imma write up a storm. Give me some prompts to work with, peeps. Also, here are the working titles of some of the non-prompt stories I'm working on:

America found a guitar (And it's annoying as shit)

Accents and language: How Canada is more english then Britian and America

America, how the fuck many kids do you have!?

So yeah, you have those to look forward to aswell as any prompts. You people are in for a time. So yeah. Review, leave me prompt, tell me what your favorite part was. Humor me, I'm bored.