Author's Note:

Just a little note, this chapter takes place way in the past. When America and Canada are little. During one of the few times that England had them at the same house when he left back for Britian.

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"Good bye, England!" Little America waved to his big brother, his caretaker as they walked down the road towards his horse drawn carriage.

England waved a hand, having already given both of his boys his good byes. It was never easy to say good bye to America, for either of them. Canada was far less dramatic, but seemed sad about it... maybe. If England was being honest it couldn't be a little difficult to understand the boy. He was so quiet, and really hard to see sometimes! England shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think of that, he had to get home. There was business to attend to.

And so he left.

America stood on the porch, pouting as he watched England ride away. He didn't like being alone. The house was so big, and there wasn't much a little kid like him could do on his own. It wasn't fair to him that England was gone so much-

"America?" A tiny voice popped behind him to find his brother there.

Oh! That was right, Canada was at the house for awhile, after he won him from that meany France. At least intill they had Canada's house built, then he would live there. But England said he would get to visit sometimes! America kept forgeting Canada was there, though, he was so quiet and sometimes he would do this weird thing were he'd start to disapear. It freaked America out, especially after England tell an especially scary ghost story.

"Oh, hey, Canada." America gave his friendliest smile.

"Does England leave a lot? How long will he be gone? When Big Brother France had me, he would leave a lot." Canada was looking at the ground when he asked. Silly little shy guy.

"Yeah, England leaves a lot, but he always comes back! Don't worry, he'll be back in like, four to six months." America was still smiling, but it was harder to maintain. Even if didn't really experience time like normal people, it always felt like England was gone forever. Plus, sea travel was dangerious, or so England and a bunch of scary men who hung around bars in the towns told him. What if his ship went down or something? Would they even tell him? Or would they just leave him here?

"You don't have to smile for me." Canada said, finally looking up at him. "I know you are sad. You and England are really close, like me and Big Brother France."

"It is hard having him away so much." America said, his smile slipping for a second before brightening considerably. "But that doesn't matter, because you are here now! And we can play together! I'm so glad England brought you home!" America effectively squished his brother in a hug.

"America, I can't breath..." Canada rasped into his brother's chest.

"Oh, sorry." America let him go, smile still withstanding. "So, what do you want to do?"

Canada wasn't sure what to do. America rarely payed him any attention, but with England gone, it seemed his focus was lasered in on him. He didn't know how to deal with this situation. Whenever France left him alone, he'd just play by himself. But now he had a brother to play with.

"What do you normally do?" Canada asked, shuffling his feet around.

"Hmmm... do you want to climb some trees?" America's smile grew into a full blow grin. America didn't wait for an answer, he took the slightly smaller boy the wrist and dragged him away. "There are some really good climbing tree's over here! Come on!"

The two boys trotted over to a particular section of trees, that Canada could tell was traveled to frequently by all the flattened plants. America looked at his brother with his goofy grin and gestured at a particular tree.

"You ready?" America asked, grin unwavering. Canada looked unsure.

"Sure, but I may need a boost- AHHHH!" As soon as the word 'boost' left his mouth America picked him up and launched up onto a branch before starting to climb up the tree like some sort of crazy monkey boy.

"Follow me, I got a special spot in this tree." America said as he passed up Canada on the tree. Canada blinked into awarness before following his brother up the tree, asking where they were going and not really getting any actual answers. Then, America stopped about halfway up the very very tall tree. When Canada finally caught up to his brother, he found something... weird. This branch seemed more... worn then the others. For one thing, there was blanket laid over it. Also, there were a bunch of branches broken away so that when sitting on this branch, one could see the settlement. Plus, there was the fact that America was pulling a bunch of blankets and other random object out of a large hollow in the tree. It was obvious that it was once a medium sized hollow that was widdled away on, but that wasn't the important part.

"America... what is this?" Canada asked as he took a seat next to his ever stranger bro.

"This is my spot. I have a perfect view of the settlement from here, plus if I squint really hard I can see smoke from the chimneys on the next town over." America said, pointing out onto the horizon before taking a blanket and wrapping it around him and his brother's shoulders. "I come up here a lot when England is away or when he is busy. Or if he is having a fit."

"Oh..." Canada wasn't sure what to say. It was a really pretty view, he had to admit. Small roofs peeked through a sea of trees, smoke came from fires in the little settlement, but blended back in with the clouds. The sky was blue, a stark contrast to the deep green of the trees on the ground. Canada liked it.

"You want a snack?" America asked, pulling a small cloth from the tree hole and unwrapping them to reveal some baked treats. "I got these from some Dutch settlers the other day, they called it... uh... cookies? Or something? They are really good! Don't tell England, he doesn't know that I sometimes take sweets from the nice settlers."

"You keep food up here, doesn't animals get to it?" Canada asked, carefully picking up one of the treats.

"No way! I animal proofed my hidey-hole by peeing all around it to keep the animals away!" America sounded so proud of himself.

"Ewww..." Canada said... he ate the cookie anyway.

"It works." America shrugged as he took some little wooden dolls from his hole and started to play with them a little.

"What are those?" Canada asked, tilting his head.

"These are the toy soldiers that England made me, well some of them. I keep a few up here to play with. They are really cool, they each have their own faces and everything." America held one up so that Canada could see it better. "Pretty neat, huh?"

"Yeah..." Canada smiled.

"Here, you can play with me." America laughed, handing him the doll. "I can be the British officers and you can be... the Spanish!"

The boys played in the tree intill the sun set before climbing down and making their way to their house. Their abnormally large house... the big... empty... house. Canada managed to make some actual diner, after he found the stool that is. They pretty much washed the dishes (They weren't really clean by England's standards... but England wasn't here, was he?), and went to bed and slept peacefully. At least intill...

Canada was roused from his sleep by his door opening in the dark. He squinted his eyes and saw his brother America, looking embarrassed and... scared?

"America?" Canada murmured into the darkness of the house. America just silently padded over and crawled into his brother's bed.

"I had a nightmare. I'm sleeping in here now." America said as buried himself into Canada's blankets. After a few minutes America felt tiny arms wrap around him.

"Okay, America."

And so they slept.

Author's Note:

*Lays down on the floor* Ehhhhh. EHHHHHH. AGGGHHHHH.

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