You were with your best friend, America, playing a somewhat bloody video game about killing zombies when America says that he's hungry.

"You want me to go pick some hamburgers?" You offer him. He begins to sparkle.

"HELL YES!" He says while giving you a fist-bump. You chuckle.

"Let's all go together, ok?" You say. He groans but gets up anyway. You punch his shoulder.

"We can keep being lazy when we get back..." You say. You feel an odd third presence following you. You automatically assume it's Tony, the alien thing that America is friends with, and shrug it off. You hop into the driver's seat and start up the car.

"Hey Tony, you want anything?" You say keeping your eyes on the rode. America looked at you confused.

"Tony isn't in here (y/n)..." He says nervously. You stop at a red light and look at him.

"But I feel like there's someone else in the car..." You say and look in the back seat. At first you just think it's a hallucination, but you can see a young man, very similar to America visually, in the back seat holding a polar bear.

"Who are you?!" You shout at the man. He looked a bit defeated.

"I'm Canada..." He whispered. America looked at you and turned around to look in the back seat.

"What are you looking at- OH MY GOD IT'S A GHOST!!" He yelled and began to panic in the seats.

"He says he's Canada..." You tell America. America looked confused.

"Who?" He said while narrowing his eyes. You heard a car horn and looked back at the rode and drove to McDonald's. You decided to park and have a chat with the stranger.

"Ok, Canada, how the hell did you get into America's car?" You say. He holds his bear and closes his eyes.

"You said 'let's all go together' and I was hanging out with you guys..." He said.

"I think I would have noticed if there was another weird country-man in America's house." You say.

"Why can't anyone remember who I am?" He says in his whispery voice.

"Hm... Who are you?" His little polar bear asks him.

"I'm Canada, your owner!" He still says quietly, but his voice sounds a bit upset. You look at him while America is freaking out.

"SHOULD WE CALL THE POLICE OR THE GHOSTBUSTERS?!" He yelled. You don't know what kind of drugs he was on but decided not to question it. You looked at the strange man in the back seat who was looking downcast and muttering something about no one seeing him. You had to admit, he looked cute. However, he also looked a bit transparent.

"America, calm down. Hey, Canada, why don't you come down with us and we'll all get some hamburgers, that sound good?" You say looking directly at him. He smiled.

"That would be very nice!" He says happily. The three of you get down from the car and walk inside the McDonald's. You wait in line and decide to chat with Canada.

"So, you're Canada?" You say. He nods his head and you notice he has a piece of hair sticking out from the rest.

"Oh, you have a piece of hair out of place..." You say. It normally doesn't bother you, but it was just sticking out of his forehead. You pull it and he blushes.

"M-maple... please don't do that..." He says rather awkwardly. You move your hand away.

"Ok." You say with a derpy look on your face.

"Why don't you want me to pull your curl?" You ask. Really, you got along with no other countries, and countries like Russia and Italy knew people that didn't particularly like you, such as Germany or Belarus. Because of such things, you aren't well educated about curls. Canada looked a bit flustered and blushed.

"Well... uh... I t-think it's better if you j-just don't..." He says. You shrug and make it to the front of the line. You order yourself a hamburger, you order Canada a happy meal, and you ordered America 5 quarter pounders because you know he can actually eat that much. The three of you sit down at a table and you look at Canada who seems to be enjoying the quaint childishness of the box before pulling out the food. You smile at him and he smiles back. America is ranting about how awesome the video game is and how he's the hero, as per usual. When the three of you finish, you all get up and drive back home. When you get home, America starts up the game again and the two of you begin to play the game.

"Hey Canada, do you want to play a round?" You offer. He looks at you, as though surprised you remembered him. He smiles and nods his head.

"Yeah, I would like that..." He says quietly. As he begins to play the game, this sort of violence makes itself known in him. At first you're shocked, but then you remember just how brutal hockey can get sometimes...

"Wow, you're pretty good at this game Canada!" You say. He smiles.

"Thank you..." He says quietly while shooting the hell out of the zombies in the game. A few hours later, you announce that you are going to have a surprise sleep-over.

"Really?! That's cool bro!" America cheers while finishing yet another round of killing zombies. Canada looks happy, but also a little nervous.

"Canada, are you cool with staying too?" You ask. America looks at Canada.

"Woah! Sorry bro, I forgot you were here for a second!" He says while scratching his head.

"Who are you again?" He says. Canada closes his eyes and smiles bitterly.

"I'm Canada... Your brother..." He says. America shrugs his shoulders.

"I don't see why not." He replies to your question. You clap your hands and hug them both. America just laughs with you, but Canada blushes and giggles nervously. Later that night, America is watching some stupid cartoon thing about a kid and his magic stretchy dog going on adventures or some shit. You don't want to watch it and announce that you are going to go to sleep. You go upstairs and take a shower before going into the guest bedroom you usually use and put on some comfy pjs and hop in the bed. You hear someone groan in pain underneath you. You look to see Canada in the bed.

"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't realize you stayed in this room!" You say while moving off of him.

"No, it's ok..." He says. You look at him.

"You're really cute..." You say. He looks at you and blushes.

"W-what?" He asks.

"I said you're cute. And it's true." You say while looking at him. You give him a hug from behind. He blushes and can't seem to say anything.

"See? Cute!" You say. He tries to move out of your arms, but you don't let him.

"Aw, Canada! You don't like me?" You say while laughing. America kind of taught you to be an annoying dork to people you like. Canada keeps blushing and trying to move out of your arms.

"N-no, it's just..." He starts. You kiss his cheek.

"I know, we literally just met today. I misused the word literally just to emphasize my point." You say while laying down.

"Ok, I'm tired now..." You say. You curl up under the blankets.

"You can stay if you want~" You say while winking at Canada. He blushes, but stiffly lays down next to you.

The next morning, you wake up to the scent of pancakes.

"ERMERGERD PAMCAKES!!!!" You yell while jumping out of the bed and running to the kitchen. You see Canada surrounded by stacks of pancakes and hug him.

"OMG PAMCAKES ARE SO GOOD!" You yell into his ear. He is surprised and then when he realizes that it's just you he sighs and smiles.

"You are very similar to America (y/n), you know that, eh?" He says. You start to laugh hysterically.

"Omg I didn't know Canadians actually said 'eh' at the end of their sentences... I thought it was a stereotype!" You say while wheezing and laughing. You are utterly dying when America seemingly appears in the room and jumps on his brother.

"YOU WHO'S NAME I FORGOT AGAIN THANK YOU FOR MAKING PANCAKES!" He yells out. You and America laugh and serve yourselves and him pancakes. You spend the morning eating pancakes and watching 80's cartoons like the 90's dweebs you are. You finish eating your third plate of pancakes and then lay down on Canada.

"Ok I'm ready for hibernation... This spot is soft and comfortable..." You say while just laying on Canada.

"America, can you please tell your friend that she's on me..." He says.

"Oh, I know I'm laying on you Canada but you're so soft and warm... AND YOU SMELL LIKE DELICIOUS PANCAKES AND PINE TREES!" You say while hugging him and kissing his cheek. America raises an eyebrow at the two of you and stands up.

"Ooh~ I didn't know you guys were a thing~" He taunts while winking at the two of you.

"He's mine and he's cute." You say promptly while laughing. America joins in the laughter, but just as he's leaving the room, you hear him mutter, "I ship it." Canada seems to be a bit uncomfortable.

"Listen Canny, you needn't worry. I'm not all that crazy, I just act like America sometimes." You say while sitting next to Canada. He leans in and kisses you.

"I.. I like you too... (y/n)..." He says a nervously while blushing. You hug him and you two just sit there hugging each other for a while.