Canada's POV:

"America, I'm in love with you," I said, and I felt my pulse stop. I was so nervous, I swear I could have died, yet I tried my very hardest to keep a poker face.

America on the other hand, didn't look surprised at all. Actually, it didn't even look like he cared. His facial expression was the exact same -- it hadn't changed one bit after I said that. It somehow - pardon my Quebec-French - pissed me off.

"Do you not care?" I asked finally, a bit scared to hear an answer.

"It's not that I don't care," America explained. "It's that I already knew."

"Eh?"

"I heard you say it in the car, I just wanted to hear you say it again," America grinned, and my face burned hot with rage.

"America, you're so insensitive! How could you do something so mean?!" I yelled in the loudest voice I could (It's still pretty quiet) and punched him in the arm with all my strength (Again.. not very hard at all.).

"Hey, it's not my fault so don't get mad at me. You're the one who's in love with their brother," America defended himself. "You should be lucky I'm responding this way; it could've been a million times worse."

Realizing he was right, I ceased my relentless attack against his arm and looked up into America's eyes. "Y- you're right," I said. "I'm sorry."

"Alright," America smiled once again and ruffled the hair on the top of my head. "Goodnight." With that, America climbed into his bunk and went to sleep. I could feel Kumajirou crawl in next to me. That somehow made me sleepier, and I drifted off to sleep.

The Next Day

Canada's POV:

When I woke up in the morning, the room was a mess. I guess America was up before me, I thought. I stretched and started to lift myself out of bed. Kumajirou meowed in discomfort at being forced to get out of bed before he realized that he alone could stay, and I wrapped him in my blanket.

I got up and walked to the living room. America, France and England were all already there, all sitting on the couch looking distressed. Well, England looked angry, I think France was crying, and America looked sort of indifferent.

"*Sob sob* I can't believe something so terrible happened~!" France cried into his hands, muffling his words almost beyond recognization.

"If they ever come back, I'll kill them!" England shouted, clenching his fists. "Don't they know they've defiled the home of an English man?! They're dead!"

Confused, I carefully sat down next to America. "What happened?" I lowered my voice a bit, unsure of whether I wanted Fathers to hear or not.

"Our house was broken into last night," America stated calmly.

"Eh?? How did no one wake up!?" I gasped louder than usual. So loud, I guess, that England and France Actually heard me.

"Because your father went so hard last night, that I--!!!" England started to yell, but stopped himself. After taking a deep breath, he continued. "Regardless of how it happened, it happened. I mean, we still have money in the bank, but they took most everything here."

"All my beautiful artwork! My precious possessions!" France clung onto Father England, nearly knocking England off of his feet. "Do something, hon! Get it back!"

"G- get off me! The important thing is, is that we're all safe," England managed to stay standing up, and proceeded to sit France back down. "Now, you two should get ready for school. It's almost time to go."

"Y- yes Father," I said.

America didn't answer. He just stood up and went back to our room. I followed him silently. We didn't speak a word to eachother, and simply got ready for school by ourselves.

Later

Canada's POV:

All day, America had been acting weird. He didn't speak to anyone, and kept mostly to himself. Maybe being broken into had affected him more than I thought. He initially seemed not to mind, but I could be wrong.

During lunch break, my curiosity got the best of me, and I decided to follow him and see what America was doing. He left the classroom in a hurry, and I had to struggle to keep up with him; ducking and swerving away from other students in the hallway to avoid being trampled. It was a bit dificult, but I somehow managed to stay right behind him.

America kept on going until we were outside, a bit away from the school grounds. America sat under a tree on the ground and began shuffling through his bag. He pulled out a notebook and started writing something in it. I tried to get a closer look, but I couldn't get close enough to see what he was writing. I sneekily crawled behind the tree America was sitting under and tried to peek around the corner.

I still couldn't quite see the paper, but I could see America's expression. It was so sullen. He looked so deep in thought that he might never come out. It almost hurt to see him like that. I sat back down, careful not to make any noises. I couldn't really leave without him noticing, so I decided to wait for him to leave first.

America's POV:

I sighed and slid my notebook back into my bag before gathering all my belongings into my arms and standing up. I turned towards the way I had came, and started walking back to the school building.