Authors Note:

Hi guys...last time I forgot to write anything for the first chapter. Anyway...It's because I'm a total DenAme shipper. Anyway, Denmark celebrates American Independence...it's cute if you think about it especially since a lot of people outside of Denmark...maybe Dcandinavia don't know about it. hehehe.

Anyway, Here's my Canada POV line...it's just same random things that goes through his head. Also he is a bit OOC... I mean Canada, the country, is pretty cool and seems to be more exciting as how the anime depicts it. However it's still no reason to do an overhaul. Please enjoy! XD

Most people see my brother as a dumbass. A really big dumbass. Of course, I get annoyed with him at times…but it's almost as rare as a four-leaf clover. We have the most open borders in the world; we are far closer than the Italian brothers probably because we did everything together before France and England. I knew he liked Denmark before he even accepted it…should I tell him that there's a high possibility that Denmark likes him too. Oh well, back to the story.

So Here I am telling you why I hate and love my brother, Alfred F. Jones, the United States of America and some of the most surprising things most people don't even know of.

I hate that he pretends not to notice me

It was an Allies meeting. You know, it was bad enough that all my efforts were thought to be England's but America was like lemon on a fresh wound.

"I feel like we are not alone aru!"

"Guys, I found out there are…six of us, D-da?"

"Non, It is impossible! Angleterre, hold me!"

"G-get away you b-bloody git" (still trying to hide their relationship)

"Yeah!" America said in a weird forced way. "It's soooooo…weird that we're six in this room. It can't be a Canadian…right?" he winked at his supposedly invisible brother, me. Of course I got annoyed.

'Stop it, Alfred'

'Oh, wind *Mattie* why are you talking to me?" he winked at me again.

"Amérique, do you have something in your eyes?"

"Oh don't worry, Frenchy. It's just some *Mattie* stuck in my eyes!" he winked.

'Damn you! No more pancakes'

"Could you stop blinking, you bloody git!"

"Wah! Don't stop making them! Please I won't joke about you again!" America begged.

"O-okay, good…you see that's how you control an American. Be stern…but gentle" bragged Arthur.

"I wasn't talking to you…" scowled my brother. I just laughed it off.

But he doesn't really forget about me…

It's July. 1… 300am. He's gonna be calling soon, I can feel it, eh?

I looked at my door.

He couldn't forget…he never forgets me! I mean it's my birthday and he's the only one I celebrate it with so he has to remember.

The clock's ticking…I think he's not gonna come this time. I planted my face on my very soft sofa. He promised me that he'll be here at the exact time I was born…3:00 am! But he isn't here. He has forgotten his only brother…just like the rest of the world. *sigh* What's the point in living if nobody knows who you are?

I might as well just go back to bed…he might've been too lazy to have pushed his plan through this late.

I swear I'll give Alfred a good thwack in the head when I see him. I could feel my brows twitching.

Finally I was in the sanctuary of my bed. Of course the sheets were maple and Kumajiko (?) decided to sleep in the middle. *sigh* It's gonna be a pain to pry his close out of the place. I should probably just use the couch tonight.

*Crash* *shatter*

I heard ruckus from my kitchen. I got my hockey stick as I went down slowly. I didn't bother turning the lights on I could see the hooded figure before me and I smashed his head with my awesome weapon.

"You freaking hoser…trying to crash my house, eh?" I smiled triumphantly suddenly the lights went on.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MATTIE!" yelled my American brother. He brought his truckload of cats, his pet unicorn which we could both see, tony and his whale friend.

"Happy, happy birthday from all of us to you! A-ACHoooOOoOO!" they couldn't finish the routine as they all sneezed loudly at the same time.

"Sorry Mattie, I guess we got a cold from waiting five hours outside!" said Alfred as he rubbed his stuffy nose.

"Five hours? Hasn't it occurred to you to just wait 'til morning?"

"Nope. I promised to visit at your exact time of birth and it's 3:07…happy Birthday M-ma-ACHOO!" he sneezed loudly. He actually waited for the exact time. I could definitely feel a smile creeping up my face.

"How about we get some rest…we could eat the cake tomorrow."

"No! I baked this cake for 2 hours. It's Maple and Coffee" he pointed at the simply delicious looking cake with buttery frosting. It was obviously going to be mouth-watering too…being a concoction from Alfred.

"At least make a wish" he said as he blew on his nose. I went to the cake and blew on the candles. I really wish people would start noticing me more. That was my yearly wish…also could you please help Alfred with his own problems, people just expect too much from him that he's starting to stress out.

"Okay Al! Now can we go t-" America was already asleep laying on the carpeted floor. I picked him up and placed him over the warm sofa, taking off Texas and placing it on the night stand. His friends were also sleeping so I got some extra blankets and draped them over the sleeping forms.

"At least you never forgot…"I looked at my brother's sleeping face as I ruffled his hair.