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America has never been this close to him before that's why he feels this knot that doesn't let him talk. He also has this bump on his stomach each time he felt his brother warm breath. Canada slaps himself mentally, but he can't stop thinking about it. There just too many questions, not enough answers and the fact that he haven't ask any of them make it worst.

"Is getting cold right?" every time he hears the sound of his voice he can't stop himself from looking down and smile.

"A-am-America?" America chuckles to hear his brother fight with just a single word. His name.

Somehow, yes, it was funny. America knows how shy his brother is, but he doesn't know why. His smiles suddenly fades when an image of him ignoring his brother cross his busy mind. Why did he always ignore him? If the only thing Canada did was fallow him in every step he made, until he couldn't handle it anymore and left. But those are just memories that belong to the past and in the past they have to stay. He wants to tell his brother what he has on his mind, but he opens his mouth and the words don't come out.

"Canada I'm sorry" quickly he raise his view and amethyst eyes blend with America's blue ones for only few seconds because America chokes on his words, stand and leaves his brother side.

What did he meant by sorry? Canada doesn't know, but it has caught his interest. He, better than anyone else, knows how busy his brother is and sometimes he even puts things that he can't even handle by himself.

Each minute that passes he realizes that he's feeling seasick, he still haven't get used to these sea trips. With his body trembling he stands holding an iron bar on the side of the ship and sinks his view to the moving waves and groans. Even though gloves cover his hands his palms are sweaty, he feels weak and his arms are heavy. He is nervous, but he wants to look calm and ready for whatever crazy idea his brother may have under his sleeves. He backs down and sits again, this time on the cold floor on the ship.

"Are you alright Canada?" his brother places his hand on Canada's forehead. The only thing he manages to do is give a weak smile at him.

"Can you hear my-

Suddenly he can't hear the last of the sentence. His head becomes lightly and everything with light had gone black. The only thing he was able to felt was his brother arms and nothing else. He later wakes up on his room with his polar bear on his feet, sleeping. He looks around and notices that the air around him is colder than usual, he rubs his hands together.

"Nice! You are back!" The same girl from yesterday was again. Canada wonders if she has something to do with America or his idea. But, when he was about to say a word she left the same way it came.

"I'm glad you're alright bro!" the only thing Canada did when he felt that America sit on the edge of the bed was look through the small window of his left. He noticed that the sky was steadily darkening and a navy blue line was starting to appear, it was night?

"America why you're sorry?" Canada turns his face to look at his brother. Half mast blue eyes still the same, but now sweetly contrasting, stared back into his.

Not a single word came from his mouth Canada thinks that maybe he wasn't expecting that question. He saw how his brother rushes his fingers through his honey hair and looks the other way, hiding his eyes from Canada.

He is-

Nervous?

"We are here?" America says clenching his nails to his jacket. "We better gear up" he added before leaving Canada alone.

The only thing he did when he hears the door on his back close was sighing. He then stand and dress up with the heavy coat America gave to him when he arrived. Finishing with this he goes outside and his lavender eyes go directly to the sky. The view was breathtaking. The dark sky had a brightness of certain colors that Canada recognized immediately. Auroras.

Canada was suddenly thrown back to reality. Auroras? Now he was more than interested to know what would possibly America wants on the Arctic Pole. That desolated cold land. Looking around at the ice he sees a flag he recognized without trembling for the answer.

Russia.

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Russia just joined America & Canada on the free hugs thing!

He's calm don't worry! Please review and thanks for reading!