A/N: Thank you for reading!
Canada stumbled as he ran to catch up with America, who had made it to the forest already. The two had just discovered each other several months ago, but they realized immidietely that they were brothers. They traveled along each other's lands from time to time, talking about the people and culture of their countries. That's when they'd come to realize they were similar in many ways.
"Hurry!" America shouted, waving his hands in the air to his younger brother. Canada pouted, not used to so much physical activity. America really was the stronger one of the two. He could learn to be more patient!
They were right around the north-western area of America, right below Canada. America seemed to be very proud of this region.
Once Canada reached America, he was out of breath, and sat down on the wet ground, looking up at the decidious trees around them.
"Pretty cool here, right?" America laughed, climbing one of the trees and sitting on the branch. "I think I'm going to call this place 'Forks'!"
"That's a weird name!" Canada whispered, smiling slightly to himself.
Suddenly, they heard a loud, angry roar come from half a mile away. Canada's smile dissolved like ice cream on a hot day. He looked at America for an answer as to what that was. America shook his head as it roared again.
Canada whimpered and ran over to the tree, climbing it with America's help. The roar came another time, but this time, they could see where it was errupting from easily.
Their lightly colored orbs were fixed on a giant, black, ferocious grizzily bear. It turned it's head and growled at them ravenously. Canada teared up, being the younger and weaker one with no hope.
"I-It's going to eat us!" he wailed, hugging the tree branch he occupied tightly. America's eyes narrowed as he tore off a branch of the lovely elm.
"Not if I can help it!" he retorted, leaping from the tree and circling the bear. Canada screamed girlishly.
"NO! AMERICA, YOU IDIOT! YOU'LL GET EATEN ALIVE!"
America swiftly jabbed the bear in the eye, jumping back as it whined in pain. It quickly ran off, leaving America to smile in victory.
He helped the shaking Canadian down from the tree. Canada embraced him tightly and they took a day's trip to the east coast, sitting on the shore and relaxing in the sun.
Waves crashed harder than usual, and this brought curiousity to the boys. Canada sat up and peered out into the ocean. He saw two little dots coming closer and closer, revealing they were ships when they came close enough.
"What's that?" he asked his brother, hiding his fear the best he could, which in truth, wasn't good at all.
"I don't know," America admitted, looking at the multi-colored flag on one of them. It contained a strange pattern of red, white, and blue. "But whatever it is, I have a strange feelings we are going to be dealing with it for a while."
A/N: And of course, that "it" was England! Got that done! Leave a review as a request, por favor!