Canada's POV:

Kumajirou and I were sitting on the couch in our living room. Kumajirou was my white cat, he was super fluffy, and cuddly.

"You're such a kawaii kitty~" I said, squeezing Kumajirou to my chest. "I love you."

"Meow?" Kumajirou tilted his head before crawling out of my arms and prancing away. I sighed sadly and leaned back against the back of the couch.

"Canada, dear, your mother is almost done making dinner," Father France called from the kitchen. Soon after, I heard an angry shout as well.

"I am not his mother!!" Father England snapped pointedly. "I am his second father!"

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever makes you happy, dear," France said. I heard England make a noise of displeasure, then I heard a loud banging sound, and France yelp in pain. Father France walked out into the family room with a large, red bump on his head, and was sniffling quietly. "Now that I think about it... where is your brother?" France asked me. "He should be home by now."

"Um... I don't know," I lied. "He's probably just staying late at school... America's grades haven't been the best lately."

"True, but I don't think he's the type to stay late," France said. "How about you go look for him?"

"Eh? Why?" I said. "He'll be home soon enough, and, if I leave now and he comes back, then I won't know, and I'll stay out too late."

"Right," France said with an understanding face. "I'll call you if he comes back." Father smiled, and I had no choice but to give in. I stood up from my seat, and picked my glasses up off of the coffee table in front of me. I fixed them onto my face and headed towards the front door. When I opened the door, there was a sudden gust of really cold wind. Colder than even I could handle, and I wasn't typically bothered by the weather. I took a few steps outside, closing the door behind me. I shivered momentarily before continuing down the driveway.

I began walking to America's usual hangout spot, the nearby McDonald's. I remember the last time he and I went there together, he finished three giant hamburgers. I could only eat one. I walked inside of the burger joint and took a quick look around. My brother was nowhere to be seen.

"Huh," I said quietly to myself. "I wonder where he is. This is usually where I find him." Shrugging it off, I left the warm building and walked back out into the cold outside. I kept on searching for my brother until the streetlights started to turn on. Father France still hadn't called me, meaning that America still hadn't returned. Well, Father might have forgotten to call me -- it wouldn't have been the first time -- so I decided to call him first.

"Have you found him yet?" Father asked, sounding concerned.

"Uh, no.." I said sadly. So he hasn't come home yet. "I can keep looking though.. Oh, but please feed Kumajirou for me."

"Okay," Father agreed. "But if it gets any later, I'm going to call the police."

"Alright," I said. I hung up and continued to look for America.

I walked everywhere I could think of. School, every restaurant, even parks. Yet America was still no where to be found. I started to panic. What if I never found him? What if he got kidnapped. Or... I gulped... Murdered?!?! I frantically began looking around. Maybe I would see hints of where he was.

"I did it!!" I suddenly heard a voice shout. I turned around suddenly, and saw America running happily down the street. He was covered head-to-toe in dirt and mud, his clothes were a bit torn, and in his arms, was a little fluffy dog.

"America!!" I shouted. Tears of happiness filled my eyes and I started running towards him. I held my arms open for a hug, and just when we were a few centimeters apart -- he ran right past me... "Oomph!!" I fell over onto the concrete ground. My skin felt like it had been scraped pretty badly, but I ignored it, and forced myself to get up. Luckily, America had noticed me when I fell.

"Hm? Canada? What are you doing out so late?" He asked with an oblivious look on his face.

"I, uh... I was l- looking for you..." I stuttered, pulling myself to my feet. "You were gone a long time, and Father was worried."

"I needed to stay out late! This poor puppy was lost!" America declared, holding the fluffy brown puppy in front of me. "It's Japan's. His name is Pochi-kun." America smiled cheerfully, "And now Japan will think of me as a hero!"

I couldn't help but smile. My brother's childish way of thinking never failed to amuse me. "Let's just go home," I said. "I still haven't gotten to eat anything."

"Okay, but I need to give Pochi-kun back to Japan first," America said.

I agreed, and we both started walking to Japan's house. I quickly sent Father France a text message, saying I had found him, and we would be home soon, then put my phone deep in my pocket. America was walking slightly in front of me, so I couldn't see his face. He wasn't talking, which was a bit unusual for him. I wonder if something is wrong...

"Ne, Canada?..." America said in a dramatic tone of voice. He suddenly stopped walking, and turned towards me. I stopped as well, so I didn't run into him, and I felt my breath quicken.

"W- what is it?" I asked.

"Lend me your coat! It's really cold out!" America had a pitiful look on his face. He had clearly not meant to stay out this late, and thus, didn't prepare to stay warm. I sighed, and shrugged off my heavy jacket, handing it over to him. "Haha, thanks."

"It's no, trouble, really..." I said, shyly clasping my hands together. "Actually, I would do anything to make you happ--" I looked up to look into America's eyes, but he had already started walking up ahead of me. I frowned. He never paid enough attention to me.

When we finally got home, Father France had already gone to sleep. Only England was still awake, waiting at the door for our safe return. Well, America's safe return. He immediately wrapped my brother in a tight hug. Father England's oversized eyebrows were knit together with worry.

"Don't worry me like that, America," England said. "I left your dinner in the microwave. You can heat it up, then go to bed when you're finished. Okay?"

"Alright," America obliged. England smiled, just ever so slightly, then quickly said good night and went to his room. America heated up his dinner, and ate it all pretty quickly. I checked, and... there was none left for me. Oh well. I can always eat tomorrow.

I walked to America and my bedroom, and changed into my pajamas. They were light-blue with little igloos on them. I brushed my teeth, and crawled into my bed. America and I shared a bunk-bed. I slept on the bottom half of course, America preferred being on top. I didn't mind the bottom of course, as long as my brother was happy. Soon after I had gotten into bed, America came in. He changed into his superman pajamas, and climbed the ladder leading up to his bed.

"Night, Bro," America said to me, leaning over the edge of his bed to look down at me.

"Goodnight," I said. I closed my eyes and cuddled into my sheets. At one point, I thought I felt Kumajirou crawl underneath of my covers, but I ignored it, and soon fell asleep.

Note.
This fanfic is supposed to be a more realistic version of Hetalia, thus, Kumajirou is a cat, and not a polar bear. I figured people don't typically have pet polar bears (Not even Canadians, believe it or not.).