England was over to visit America, which Shelby found really weird, but since Arthur was being strangely nice, Shelby figured that he was here to provide a little bit of comfort to his younger brother before the election on November 8th.

She waited patiently until the Brit got up to make some tea, and then turned to Alfred, who was currently contorting Apollo's loose skin into funny expressions, and then cackling to himself.

"So, the card markings almost done in school. Only 4 more card markings for me." She smiled.

Alfred ignored the graduating hint (he didn't like talking about Shelby get older) and instead switched the subject. "How's the American Wars class going?"

"I really like it. This card marking, we covered the French and Indian War, the Revolutionary War, and the War of 1812. I'm interested to see if we're gonna cover the Mexican-American War, or if we're gonna skip straight to the Civil War."

America's brow furrowed. "War of 1812? I didn't fight a war in 1812. We were busy moving west."

Shelby blinked. "... Yes, you did. You declared war on Great Britain because he didn't recognize you as a nation, he was imprisoning your soldiers, he was interfering with trade with France, and you thought he was influencing the Native Americans to attack the settlers in the territories."

"Dude, that never happened. Look; Arthur bro!" Alfred shouted.

An audible sigh came from the kitchen, before England peeked his head out into the hallway. "Yes America?"

"Do you remember the War of 1812?"

England furrowed his thick brows. "Well, I was fighting France during 1812, but there was no "War of 1812"." He explained.

"You guys are terrible. There was-"

Before Shelby could even finish her sentence, the window in the living busted open as a body crashed through it. Apollo began barking madly as Shelby screamed and both England and America collected themselves to fend off the attacker.

The attacker was Canada.

He gasped, picking himself off the ground as quickly as he could, stumbling as he coughed, his violet eyes wide. "There was a War of 1812!"

"For God's sake, Canada, what in the bloody hell are you doing?" England scolded, although he physically relaxed quite a bit.

"How can you not remember the war? America tried to invade me! We almost took Michigan. We burned down the White House!" Matthew exclaimed, trying desperately to get them to remember as he picked a few shards of glass out of his arms.

America'a blue eyes widened. "Ohhhhhhhh, that war. I do remember England burning my house down." He turned to his brother. "Remember, your men were stumbling around freaking drunk and singing songs?"

"Ahh, yes, I do recall that. It was a nice break from the Napoleon Wars." The Englishman reminisced.

"Don't be a dick, dude."

"Guys!" Matthew interrupted. "Canadians helped burn down the White House."

Alfred raised a brow. "No dude, you guys are way too nice for that."

"No, seriously, we did! Right England?" Canada looked to him hopefully.

England stroked his chin in thought. "Hmmm... No, Canada. I apologize. I don't recall any Canadians."

"I WAS THERE!" Canada cried in exasperation. He then turned to Shelby, gripping her shoulders tightly and bending his knees so that they were eye-to-eye. "They taught you that Canadians burned down the White House, right Shelby?"

"Pardon?" England. "Who's they? Why would Michigan need to be taught? She was in the war, correct?"

"I had to be taught because I was captured during the fighting- I didn't see it all." Shelby recovered quickly, shooting a warning glare at Matthew. "But no, Canada, I was taught the British burned the White House."

Matthew covered his face in dismay. "Why does history hate me?" He cried, shuffling towards the door.

"Bro, you owe me a new window."

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Yeah.

This is the random ass crap that pops in my head, and I had to write it down XD

We watched a video earlier this week on the War of 1812, and it said that neither the United States nor Britain really remember the War of 1812, and the only country that does is Canada.

And this scene popped in my head and I thought it would be a funny Drabble.

Before my Canadian readers jump on me: This was a joke. I'm not trying to start arguments.