Canada seethed.
He was not usually one to be terribly angry- he had a slow temper- but his brother had gone too far this time.
Trying to kill a fellow nation? That was as contemptible as drowning a bag of kittens. Especially when said nation had not provoked you.
He ambushed his brother in his study.
"Alfred."
America looked up, an innocent smile on his face. "Hey, Bro. What's up?"
"What's up? What's up? You nearly killed Norway, that's what's up!"
America shuffled some papers on his desk. "This is war, Canada. There are casualties. I thought you were old enough to understand that."
"It is not okay to kill another nation!"
"At this point, Canada, we will be lucky if we do not end up killing half the countries in Europe. Denmark plans to strike the east coast soon, you know. And when they are gone, the land will need someone to look after it. That person will be me."
"You ambitious bastard!" Canada was literally shaking with rage. "The whole world is not your -your playground! They will abandon you if you keep going like this! Is that what you want?"
"You wouldn't leave me, would you, Canada?"
Canada looked away. "I want out."
"No, you don't mean-!"
"I do mean that. I won't be part of this anymore. I'm leaving."
"Leave then! Abandon me. England already did."
"Perhaps he has more sense than you." Canada was almost out of the room when he turned back for an instant. "I need to go pack some things, but then I will leave you to your…machinations. Good bye, Brother."
As Canada stalked away, America yelled, "I'm glad you finally grew a backbone, Canada! But guess what? I don't need you anymore than I ever needed England!"
He received no reply.