Another few days had passed and a follow up on the previous world meeting had been called. America never told Britain about his visit with Canada and with how their conversation had gone before regarding the situation, he didn't plan to. He wondered how Canada was doing and was surprised to find that this time, he wore cover up. His eye wasn't completely healed yet, but he wasn't going to let America see him like that again.

America felt satisfied; perhaps he had helped Canada in a way he hadn't imagined. This was a small change, but it made all the difference to him. However, when the meeting ended things didn't stay well. The majority of the countries had other business to attend to and left shortly after. America said a few words to Britain and promised to meet up with him later for their usual banter, but before leaving he wanted to speak to Canada one more time.

He had seen what direction Canada ran off to and tried to catch him before he was gone again; however, when he turned the corner his excitement turned to outrage. Canada was whimpering in the corn, backed against the wall with Cuba towering over him, fist raised.

"CUBA!" America clenched his fists tight and began to shake with rage. "Get away from Canada!"

"What?" Cuba turned, shocked to see America standing behind him when here he thought he was about to exact victory against him once more. Before another word was spoken America had pulled Cuba's arm back and jerked him away from Canada.

"Pick your fights with the right people! You've been hurting you're own friend this entire time because you're too clouded by your unreasonable rage to notice that he isn't me! I'm not going to let you continue to do this to him!" America had now positioned himself in-between Cuba and Canada. "Leave him alone! If you're going to throw a punch then hit me!"

He took him up on the offer, swinging back and going for America's gut; but before he made contact, America had griped Cuba's fist, and twisted his arm back dropping him into submission. Canada stared up, wide eyed at America. Maybe this hero title he had always given himself had a sense of truth to it.

"If you ever think of throwing another punch my way, you better check twice that it's me. If I ever see you hurt Canada again, I won't be as kind as I have been now." He glared down with all the fury of hell in his eyes at Cuba now clutching his injured hand. "Now get out of here before I change my mind."

With that, Cuba turned and ran. "Well then," America said as he turned to face Canada. He reached his hand out to help him up. "I don't believe he will be bothering you again." He smiled warmly and suddenly Canada felt strange, gripping America's hand. His face felt hot, his heart began race, the sound of its beating pounding in his ears; then, dizziness.

"I-I think I'm going to…" Before he could finish speaking, his eyes closed, and he began to drop. Fortunately, America braced his fall.

"Canada?" He gently shook him and laughed lightly as he realized, "He fainted."

Canada slowly began to open his eyes and hear the faint sound of someone talking. As he looked around he noticed he wasn't at home. What happened?

"Oh, Canada! You're awake. Are you feeling ok?" Canada felt himself blush. He was in America's house.

"Um… I think I'm ok. W-what happened?" He asked as he sat up from the couch, now realizing the talking he heard before was the tv.

"Well, when I went to help you up, you fainted." He laughed and smiled slightly. Canada looked away feeling his heart pick up an extra beat or two.

"I-I'm so sorry for causing you so much trouble."

"No trouble, I'm a hero after all. It's what we do."

"Thank you…" Canada wrapped himself in the blanket America had used to cover him as he was sleeping.

"Oh, sorry. Is it cold? Can I get you anything?"

"Coffee?"

"Sure!" America jumped to his feet and rushed out of the room. In his absence Canada took the time to observe the room. At first glance it would appear organized but upon closer inspection he could see there were things piled in places they shouldn't be in attempts to hide how dirty the room had previously been. He figured America had rushed to make it this way for when Canada awoke.

"Here, I uh hope you like it. I don't have much variety in creamer flavors, but um…" Canada gently took the mug from America's hand.

"I'm sure it will be delicious," he smiled.

"Now that you're up, you don't mind if I…" He gestured towards the couch next to Canada.

"Of course, go ahead. It is your house after all." He set his mug on the coffee table in front of them and replaced it with the tv remote. Since Canada was awake now he figured it wouldn't hurt to turn the volume up. He began explaining to Canada what the movie was and what it was about, but the words didn't seem to reach his ears.

He stared into his coffee, imagining how ridicules he must looked, he could still feel the redness in his face. America was his hero, he saved him, even though he was never asked. And here he was sitting next to him, in his house. And suddenly he found himself sneaking a glance here and there at America, who was too involved in this film he had obviously seen too many times before to even notice. Canada never realized how elegant America really was. He never seemed to be formal or noble by any means, but looking now at his relaxed yet focused face, Canada could see his strength, why he was so admired by some and hated by others. There was power behind his eyes.

"Is there something on my face?"

"Wha-!" He turned quickly to divert his gaze. He had stared to long, and been caught. His face now a bright red. "N-no. I w-was just…" He clenched one hand tight to his chest as he gently set his mug on the coffee table. Then suddenly his heart skipped a beat as he felt America's hand on his shoulder.

"Are you doing ok? You look like you might pass out again."

"I-I'm fine," he said as he brushed America's hand off gently and began to stand up. "I think I should go."

"Wait." Canada turned to look at America one more time, who was now standing in attempts to follow him. Then the dizziness hit him again.

"I-I'm…"

"You're falling!" What happened next occurred far too quickly for Canada to gather exactly how they ended up in the situation they were now facing. They were both lying on the floor, America on top of Canada, one coffee mug spilt. They were staring each other in the eyes, Canada's arms pinned down by America's hands.

They stared at each other in silence. America began to blush and in reaction to this Canada's heart beat a little faster, his breathing quickened. He's too close to me, he'll hear my breathing, he thought in a panic. Then something he could not have expected happened.

America leaned in closer, his heart pounding faster, and let his lips fall on Canada's.