America landed in Canadian territory in minutes. He landed with a thud and ran over to the door. Canada's house was grand and Victorian. it had an aged look, but well kept. He always favored the old, Victorian housing, it reminded him of his younger years. He just stood on the doorstep, remembering the old days, and the fading memories. America remembered how he built this house with Canada, piece by piece, and how he helped Canada through the hard times of colonization. although frequently forgotten by fellow countries, America always remebered. Canada hasn't realized this yet, but America is just so busy, he never gets time to spend time with his brother anymore.

America jumped when the door swung open and Canada meekly stood at the door.

"H- hey, shouldnt you be f- fighting? your country..."

even warm, he shivered and stuttered.

"Im fine Canada. I really dont want to deal with Russia right now. Can I stay for a bit? i wont be much of a bur-"

"Yes! you can stay all you like! just not too long! you have to go back to your country for support! this is great, I dont get alot of company you know!"

Canada ushered America inside, obviously very exited. America was led over to the living room, which was spotless. Canada sat down across the coffee table from America.

"Now America, tell me whats going on over there."

America swallowed the lump in his throat, finding himself at a loss for words.

" well, right now Russia is invading my vital reigions and is quickly moving to my capital and he wants me to surrender and my people, my country...Broken-"

America choked on his sobs, and came around the coffee table and pulled him into a hug.

"aw hush now America, be brave. you know, land of the free, home of the brave, or something, eh?"

America calmed down as best as he could, though he couldnt stop hiccuping.

"-hic- not free for long!"

Canada hugged him, feeling his pain, he could feel his pain, the sorrow of warefare, and being forgotten gets to your nerves too.

" Why dont you go to bed now. here, I'll show you the guest room. Canada gestured to the stairs, and herded America up the stairs. America looked around the room, and he recognized it as his old guest room, when he'd stay for weeks on end with Canada. He was calmed down completely, and could now thing clearly. he remembered jumping on the bed, and laughing as Canada fell off. If America jumped on the bed now, he'd probably go through the floor.

America snickered at the thaught of Canada falling off the bed. Canada looked over seeing the mischievous smirk on his brothers opened his mouth to say something, but it was too late. America picked up Canada in one arm, and tossed him on the bed. Canada bounced off to the side, and flailed his legs and arms in the air before hitting the floor with a thud and with a yelp.

"MAPLE!"

America laughed. his obnoxious laugh filled the room, and America looked over at Canada who was also laughing on the floor. Canada got up and pulled the laughing man over his shoulder and tossed him on the bed. America landed with a thud and his face turned red from laughing so pulled America into a hug, Laughing like old times.

Russia shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He wondered what everyone was up to. He wandered his house looking for the Baltic trio. He searched every room, but to no avail. Russia found himself getting angry. He picked up his phone and called Polands house, assuming Poland would know where Lithuania is, leading to the other two.

"Heyyyy!"

Poland crooned, making Russia cringe away from the phone.

"h-hello Poland. do you know where Lithuania is? its kinda impo-"

"Lithuania! he's like, right here! Hey Lithuania!, come say hi to Russia!"

In the background he could hear yelling and screaming. there was a change in voice.

"H-hey Russia, I-"

Russia cut in.

"Get home. now."