He looked like America, his precious Alfred, but different, not as cute. Yet he was cute, well behaved, well mannered. The perfect child. That's why he was here, with him, instead of France. That man would corrupt Canada.
He looked up to the older nation, even if he didn't pay him much attention, preferring Alfred. It didn't bother him, because when England hugged him attention, he felt like he could rule the world.
A/N: wow lots of sibling fics today...Oh well, I caught up with a lot! I think I have two more and I'm completely caught up! And inspiration hits!