Summer Days

Special Part 1: Canada's Coonskin Cap

Canada walked through the woods, axe in hand. To those who didn't know him, he would look like a serial killer on his way to kill his next victim. But to those who knew this maple-loving softie, that was far, far from the case.

He walked through the brush of the forest, trying to find a nice tree to cut down, and not succeeding in the endeavour. Why did he need wood? I don't know. Finally, tired of walking, he came to a clearing, one that was quite familiar to him. He sat on the stump of what was once a Maple Tree, taking his coonskin hat into his hands. It looked as new, if not newer, than the day he had received it.

Oh, when was that? He thought. 1773, right? Over two centuries ago. Oh how time flies. He peered inside the hat, looking at a messy embroidered name on the inside. America. That triggered a memory, one he had almost forgotten about, even though it was quite dear to him.

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See, it was late November, 1773 when he received his iconic cap.

America sat beneath a tree, the branches barren. He held his coonskin cap in his hands, thinking about his father, Britain. He was thinking about the horrible taxes he forced America to pay, the Boston Blockade, oh, more taxes, and other intolerable things he had done. Britain was crossing the line, and America didn't like it.

If he did go along with the plan, he probably wouldn't see his brother again, knowing Britain. . .

America walk through the forest, dried leaves crunch-crunching under his boots as he made his way to his destination. Soon, he came into a clearing, where he found his brother sitting on a tree stump. He was writing a letter, or something. It was a bit strange, considering the weather but who really knew why Canada was the way he was?

The older boy looked up at the younger one, a calm expression gracing his face. His expression morphed into one of concern when he saw the look on Ame's face. He looked extremely tired, and anxious.

"Are you okay, brother?" Canada asked.

"Yeah... I'm fine." Well not really, Ame thought. He hated to lie to his brother, even if the lie wasn't that intense. The maple-lover was just too sweet and innocent to lie to. For heaven's sake, he hadn't even witnessed an public execution! "I, uh, just wanted to give this to you.." He took his cap of his head and tried handing it to Canada.

"AME! What're you gonna do? You would never give me anything unless you gained something from it..."

". . ." Great, the younger brother thought. He's exposed me.

". . .or you were going to do something stupid to the extreme."

"Is it not possible that I would give you my favourite hat as an act of brotherly love?"

"It is possible, but from you?"

"Yes, brother, it is."

"My god, it's a miracle! My brother, America (or the Thirteen Colonies) give ME something on a pure whim? Oh goodness, I need to go get mom! She needs to see this."

Okay, I take back what I said about you being sweet earlier, America thought. I will Punch you if you keep acting like this.

"Just take it. . ."

"Ame?!" Canada rushed towards his brother.

America pushed him away, and whispered "I've got a tea party to attend..."

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Canada snapped out of the flashback when he heard a stick breaking, followed by a curse. America stumbled out of the woods, huffing and puffing.

"I... I think I lost it.." America huffed.

"Lost what?" Canada mused, stifling a laugh.

"Hey! That's not important. Whats so funny, I wanna laugh too.."

Canada stayed silent for a bit, his eyes glazed. "

"Remember the last time we were here together?"

End of Special Chapter 1.