Canadia walks around his brother's capital looking for some one that has a baby. He has no clue on how to raise one himself. He sits himself down on a bench by the reflecting pool.

Canadia POV

I wonder where I should start to look. I promised America that I would help raise Zion, But I don't know how. Also I can't decide witch is worse; America throwing a baseball at me or Zion growing up and doing that same things. Then I look up to see a woman with a baby carriage waving at me. She says "Hi America."

Regular POV

Canadia says "I'm not America." She responds "Oh sorry you just look like him." "That's because I'm Canadia, but It happens all the time." "What are you doing here?" "America has a daughter now and I volunteered to help raise her. But there's one problem, I don't know how." "I can help you. First thing to make sure of is that until she has teeth that her food is ground up into a paste. Also when she does get teeth remember to cut the food up into small pieces. And don't forget to keep some formula on hand for when your unable to grind up her food or she needs a late night feeding." "Anything else?" "Diapers lots and lots of diapers. Also remember to pat her on the back when she finished eating. The rest is all improvising." "Thanks, by the way how do you know America personally?" "I'm his case worker." "Oh, well see yah." "Nice talking to you too."