Secret ✔️

1. He's Acting Odd

Canada's POV

I looked around, sighing. It was another normal world meeting. Germany was trying to get everyone to calm down. England and France were fighting. Italy was talking about getting some pasta. Greece was sleeping. Russia was wanting others to become one with him. China was complaining about today's youth. And so on.

I noticed one thing was off. America was talking slightly quieter. He wasn't yelling out stupid ideas or telling France and England to stop fighting as much. He was just talking and minding his business. After some looking around, I saw that no one else took notice of America's strange behavior.

Eventually, the meeting ended and most of the nations left. America, China, England, France, Russia, and some others were still in the room. I got up. "Hey China-," China walked past me before I could even finish my sentence. Sighing, I looked over to America.

Russia was on his left, I think he was threatening my brother. England and France stood on his right, England was yelling at him while France just stood there. He looked uncomfortable and like he wanted to leave. His eyes were fixed on the floor. I tried to ignore that as I sat back down as a frown formed on my face.

Fifteen minutes later everyone had left. I sighed, 'Finally.' It took longer than the last meeting for everyone to leave, but at least I know no one will bump into me or slam a door in my face. "Yo Canada!" I jumped in my seat as a hand touched my shoulder. "I feel like we should leave now, don't ya think?"

"Ah- right. Sorry America, I forgot."

"It's alright, dude! How about we get some ice cream on the way back? The meeting today was pretty stressful."

"Sure, I would like some," I agreed.

We walked out of the building and got into America's car. I sat on the passenger's seat and stared out the window. 'Something seems odd,' I thought to myself. 'America looks like he is trying to hide something. Is he going into another depression? Does he think I'm upset? What did England say to him?'

Before I could finish having a conversation with myself, America pulled into a Dairy Queen's drive-through. We both ordered a Blizzard. Surprisingly, America didn't get anything else. 'Something is most definitely wrong. What should I do?'

A twenty-minute drive to the house gave us enough time to eat out ice cream before we were even back. The house became closer until we stopped. I got out and grabbed our trash then threw it away into the outdoor trash can.

Yelling from America altered me as I ran into the house. There was America with Mr. Kumajiro trying to bite him. "Canadia, your bear is insane!" America looked at me. "I want food," Mr. Kumajiro whined as he made his way to me. "Alright, I'll get you some food," I said while laughing. "Please control your bear next time, dude!" America said while backing up to the living room to play video games.