*had no idea for a header photo so enjoy the dumb fucking cat

Before America could get any sort of word or reaction out, the old man was already on his journey back to where ever the fuck he was going. The country sighed, taking a moment to himself before standing up and walking towards where those footsteps came from. He quickly heard the footsteps of the familiar boots begin to speed walk off, but America was determined to catch up to the younger country.

Once America rounded the corner and spotted his beloved younger brother, he began to sprint. Canada, clearly overrun with fear, began to run, but not fast enough. America caught up to him pretty quickly and tried to tackle his younger brother, only for him to dodge out of the way at the last second. Causing America to full on eat shit and slide onto the floor, with the loudest thud known to man. His phone and sunglasses flinging themselves away from the now fallen country and a few feet away from him. Canada stopped himself to look at his older brother and began to hysterically laugh.

"God dammit, first you eavesdrop on my important conversation now this?!" America groaned out in pain, resting his forehead on the ground. Without his sunglasses sometimes he can deal with the light, but it was blinding him right now.

"Consider it pay back, man. Also that conversation didn't seem that important." Canada would add, walking over to his older brother's sunglasses and phone, picking them up and placing them in his pocket.

"Yea, yea, whatever can I have my stuff back?" The American demanded.

"Let me think about it..hmmmm" America could feel the vibrations of Canada's foot hitting the ground repeatedly, almost like some cartoon character thinking to themselves.

"No."

"The hell you mean no?" America groaned again, wondering what the hell his younger brother planned to get out of him this time. The older country finally pulled up his head from the ground, squinting at his younger brother that now stands before him.

"Let's talk bro, I think we have some catching up to do." Canada did one of those closing your eyes and smiling type of face. America would groan again slowly getting up.

"Not on anythin' important.." America decided to let loose, his speech becoming more quick and slurred.

"Sweet, c'mon pal. We're going to the room you're staying in, I have some questions." Canada, with the same smile on his face, began to walk away. America got up swiftly, the front of his body aching horribly, as he began to follow Canada.

They went back up the stairs, going onto the third floor. America assumed they were going to Canada's childhood bedroom, but once they passed it he was very confused. Only to realize they were going to America's childhood bedroom, also known as the room America is currently staying in. The realization that his younger brother was gonna call him out on his bullshit lying made him sigh quite loudly, earning only a chuckle out of the Canadian.

They stopped in front of the door, opening it gently and stepping inside. Yep, his room was a bit of a mess. Realizing that nothing is packed, Canada celebrated his victory in silence. America closed the door behind them as he watched his younger brother analyze his room.

"Something going on with your states my ASS! I will admit, y'know, it was a pretty good lie. But, you are leaving, it's official yea?" Canada asked, puzzled. He threw America's sunglasses and phone onto the bed. America quickly snatched up his two personal belongings, putting back on his sunglasses and immediately plugging in his dead phone.

"I am no liar! There is something going on, it's just, they didn't ask for my help. They DID tell me about it though because I keep in close contact." America defended himself, taking off his zipper up hoodie then crossing his arms.

"Sure, I'm glad my hunch is always right. But, I don't wanna talk about that dude. I wanna catch up because ever since we both got here we've been doing our own thing." Canada would sit down on a chair near a desk, flipping it around so he can rest his arms on the back of it. He watched his brother intently as he searched the somewhat messy room for cleaner clothes.

"Fire away man, keep me occupied while I get my shit together." America stated, focus still looking around his room for a t-shirt. His dog tags would cling together every once in a while.

"Mhm, so, how've you been first of all. Anything new?" Canada would ask, still focused on his brother's figure.

"Not much man, the usual American shit you would expect. Nothing that stereotypical, in your eyes, this time around. Everything has been.. decent enough. You?"

"Eh, nothing that would interest you. What are you even looking for?"

"A t-shirt, or something. I swear I had it here, and none of the workers are allowed in here so they couldn't have moved it." America was getting pissed, only to hear a chuckle out of Canada.

"Good luck I guess, so are you excited for that UN meeting? I mean, it's easy for you to get to it.. and you get to see everyone you love so much.." Canada teased, as America finally found the t-shirt he was looking for.

"Eh, it's always like that though. I get to see our other brothers, some older friends, Germany, y'know? I know you like going to them and not just because you get to talk about relations. I know another relation you should talk abo-"

"Shut the fuck up, there ain't nothing special between the two of us." Canada's face went red as he placed his forehead into his arms. America laughed before turning around so that he could change.

"C'mon man! Y'all are like... I dunno... cute together? You two are meant for each other but you're in so much denial that it's killing me mentally!" America teases back as he takes off his tank top, the cold metal of his dog tags hitting his chest making him wince.

"Aren't you a hypocrite, what about you and that one guy? God, why am I blanking on his name?" Canada said muffled, as he was now talking through his sleeves.

"Nothing that interesting, I tease the absolute shit outta him and he tries to not kill me! Nothing special there, just my normal American activities y'know?" America slipped on the black t-shirt that reads "N.A.T.O." on the front of in bold white letters, because of how much pride the organization gave himself. America took the dog tags out from beneath his shirt and placed them on the fabric, now looking around the room for pants.

"What's that one trope in like, T.V. where one character likes another and is in denial?" Canada asked, his face still buried in his arms.

"Don't it start with a S or something? I haven't watched anything on T.V. in a while. Also if you're implying I'm like that you are so mistaken." America quickly found a pair of jeans, shrugged at them, then started to take off his shoes to change into them.

"Nah, it's a word in a different language or something. Eh, who cares? All I'm saying is that you act almost like that trope. 'I-It's not like I like you or anything!' type of conversations you two would be having." Canada would make his voice high pitched as he quoted a common line those tropes use, causing a chuckle out of the both of them as America quickly changed into the pair of jeans, going over to a body mirror to look at himself.

"Oh, puh-lease. Don't get me started on you and your soon to be boyfriend dude! Y'all are basically another T.V. trope, like the super happy couple in apocalypse shows that no one wants to die. What's the nickname he gave you? Something like.. uh.. Y'know it started with a kle type of sound?" America would continue to look at himself in the mirror, brushing off his clothes and adjusting them accordingly. Rushing over to grab his glasses for the finishing touch.

"God, we both can't say it. But, eh, yea I guess I see your point. I-I just see it as a cute nickname you would give your friend.." Canada would peek him head up from its hiding, face seemingly the same red color on the Canadian flag as he thought back to the times he and that boy have spent together.

"Y'know, it means maple leaf or something along that. I've been thinking of a nickname to give him but, really nothing comes up." Canada began to ramble as he watched America begin to clean up his room and fold any clothing on the ground.

"So what I am hearing is, you guys are gonna start dating soon. I am so excited, bro! When's the wedding?!" America continued to tease, folding up some t-shirts that were left in a pile. Watching Canada's face seemingly impossibly go even more red was a treat, and he is happy for his younger brother.

"Shut up dude! It's nothing like that," Canada defended himself.

"When is y'alls wedding, huh?! You guys act like an old married couple on the brink of divorce!" Canada shot back, trying to change the subject.

"Me and him do not! It's a one-sided friendship, I'm his friend that he doesn't acknowledge! He wants me dead, I continue to bother and basically bully him. In my best professional opinion, that is the best kinda friendship to have!"

"That's also another love trope in the media.. you're fitting all the stereotypes dude! You and... what's that god damn country's name, I can't remember for the life of me!" Canada adjusted himself to sit up most of the way, leaning his chest against the back of the chair. His chin resting on his arms, waiting for a response. America's face was a slight pink, but nothing really noticeable.. he hoped.

America would begin to take the clothing and put them in the bags he brought, grabbing his phone and powering it on to text the pilot. "Russia, man. How could you forget Russia?" America would say, kind of displeased as he began to rapidly type on his phone.

"RUSSIA! Yea, my god, took me a second. I wanna bet about 10 CAD you guys are gonna act all lovey dovey at the next meeting." Canada began to make kiss faces at America, as he watched America put down his phone and continue packing.

"You're in love with his brother... How do you forget his name? That's, like, totally embarrassing! I thought you were good at geography, dude, what happened." America finished packing his things as he stood up, throwing the luggage on the ground next to him.

"Or are you only good at.. things.. when you're stoned outta your goddamn mind?" America questions playfully, grabbing a seemingly dusty and old duffle bag that rested right next to his childhood bed. He began to grab important things he brought with him, that were just his phone charger and favorite clothes, and began to shove them inside lazily.

"I thought we promised not to bring that up here, I'll start bringing up your dark past too. What was that one drug you tried that's horrible for your system and you decided it was so good you put in soda? Started with a C or something, I don't know.." Canada stared at his older brother, waiting for a response. He watched America completely stop what he was doing, like he was frozen in place, and look up at him slowly. His sunglasses fell down his face a bit to reveal the top of his eyes, pupils staring directly at the younger country. Canada couldn't help but burst out into laughter.

"It was just a phase. You hopeless druggie." America shot back as he watched Canada fall out of the chair due to him laughing so hard.

"Sorry, couldn't resist. Y'know the time?" Canada would say as he laid still on the ground, still laughing a bit at his own joke.

"Nah, but I can only assume it's maybe an hour 'till dinner is served."

"Aren't you on your phone right now dude?" Canada asked, still laying on the floor.

"Mmm, but after that comment you don't deserve jack shit."

"Fair, you fucker, alright. I'll leave you be, we can talk more then." Canada got up and dusted himself off, smiling at his older brother before walking out the room. Dumbass, America would think to himself as he felt his face smirk as he watched his brother leave the room.