"A-America... Do you have to do this...?" The Canadian asked, nervously fidgeting on the chair.

"Yes, dude!! Just let the hero do his thing! Hahahaha!!"

The North American brothers were in Canada's house, against Canada's will, braiding his hair. Canada didn't know why his brother loved his hair so much, there was really nothing special to it. But every Friday, America came over to do something with his hair.

"Why me...?" Canada sighed and just relaxed in the chair, knowing better than to fight it.

An hour past, and America finally stepped away from the chair. "Done! Whatchu think, dude?" He held a mirror for him to see what was done to his hair.

Canada's eyes widened as he saw his hair. "You put bows in my hair!"

"Yeah, it's cool right? Not just anybody can do these braids!! Hahahaha!"

Canada sighed in defeat, knowing he couldn't tell America he didn't like it and face his disappointment. Besides, if it was on anyone other than him, he would be very impressed with his work.

"Where do you learn to do all this, anyway?"

"Well, when you have as many daughters as I do, you learn as you go. But they're all getting 'too old' for me to do their hair... Hawaii's the only one that still asks me to do it every morning."

"They do grow up very fast... It seemed we were just finding them yesterday, and now they're all almost adults."

The two countries sighed, remembering when their states and provinces were small, going down the old memory lane. But America snapped them out of it by loudly clapping his hands once.

"Okay! Let's go show the others!"

Canada's eyes widened as America dragged him away. "No...!"