America's PoV
"Hey, Matt!" My brother didn't notice. I watched as Matthew walked away, probably to his. Somehow, for some reason, I felt a slight sting of hurt. Kuma looked at me.
My mind raced as I started to scratch the bear's head. Obviously Mattie was just tired. He probably doesn't want to eat dinner anyways. Fumbling with my hands, I walked back into the kitchen, eyeing the plate of food I left out for my brother.
Kumajiro suggested to throw it away. Instead, I put it in the fridge for later.
Unconsciously, I laid down on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. My mind raced, thinking if Matthew was just upset or something. When he walked in, I barely even saw him.
Sighing, I got up. "America?" the polar bear looked at me, cocking his head slightly to the right. He didn't have to say anything else as I already knew what he was going to ask.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll get 'cha some tuna. Just gimme a sec, little dude."
Basically jumping off the couch, I headed to the kitchen.
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"Hey! Stop that!" I shouted towards Kumajiro who was attempting to take more fish to eat. "No more fish today, little dude."
"But-"
"No."
"Please-"
"No!"
"Why-"
"No!"
Mr. Kumajiro whined, "This is why I like Canada more." Dramatically, I made a shocked expression. That made the bear and myself giggle. "But," the bear started to talk again, "I want to be with Canada again. I miss being with him..."
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FanfictionCanada is always forgotten. America is always remembered. Both are unhappy. In order for them both to be happy, they have to change themselves to be the opposite of what they are. Except, they can't let anyone know about what they are doing. Starte...
