I called my brother, America, like I do once a month. Usually he is too busy to answer my calls, and when I leave a voice mail, he never returns my calls despite me asking him to. However, when I called him this today, he answered.
Me: Hello, Alfred.
America: What up dude? Wait... Who is this?
Me: Matthew, your brother.
America: Oh, right. Sorry, bro. I didn't recognize the number. How's it goin' over there?
Me: It's not bad. How are things where you are?
America: They're awesome! Hey, did you like, wanna hang out this weekend?
Me: R-Really? That sounds great. Where should I meet you?
America: How about Indiana? That's where I am for right now. There's not really a lot to do in Indiana, but we'll think of something to do. It's not like it has anything that it is really known for, but whatever, man. Can't wait to have you over bro.
Me: That sounds good, see you then.
I hang up he phone and start packing. I decided that it wasn't too far, so I would drive there. I then text Alfred to see which city to meet him in. He says to meet him in Portage. I make sure I have everything, then grab KumaSomething and get into my car. We start the drive, and we listen to the Leafs game on the radio.
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Canada's trip to America
FanfictionI don't own Hetalia or any of the characters. This is about Canada visiting his brother, America. I wonder if the title gave that away, though? This is also based on me visiting my sister. My friends dubbed me as Canada and I dubbed my sister as Ame...
