Canada's surprise

A/N: remember, when I refer to Canada here, he is dressed as America. Still new to Hetalia. Things in here may not be historically accurate. Try to enjoy anyway.

Canada had heard how strained America’s relationship was with the countries in the Middle East but he had no idea that things were THAT bad.

The first four hours of his time spent as America, Canada had to endure the constant arguments from Iraq and Iran.

Iraq, the suicidal little country was almost always at war with himself. Canada had to step in to help him. There was no way that he was going to allow someone to die just because of internal fighting. He would have felt horrible if that happened.
It would have gone so much smoother if Iran hadn’t stepped in and held America back, “Look here!” He said, strangling the poor imposter “I’ve had it with you jerk! You think you’re so much better than I am!”

“W-well…” he cleared his throat. He was going to have to try and answer as America would.“I-I am…you’ll see that too if you weren’t so close minded. You should let democracy reign. I’ll…uh… have my people contact your people” Canada pushed free from Iran and hurried away, nervous that his cover would be blown.

He sighed with relief when he found the peace and tranquility of the hallway.

It was short lived.

“America! You low down dirty rat faced…” Cuba’s booming voice called out as he ran at the poor undercover Canadian. “You think that you can come to MY country and start telling ME how to run MY government!?”

Canada swallowed the ball of fear in his throat. Normally Cuba confused Canada with America, how on Earth could he explain to Cuba that he wasn’t really America without revealing his entire plan? It wasn’t possible. Canada closed his eyes and braced for the blows that he was sure were coming.

They never came.

Canada barely opened one eye. What he saw made him give a horrified squeak. There, right there in front of him was America holding back Cuba.
“Easy, Cuba. You know that it’s just America’s style to go around and play the Hero. His big Ego is so thick that not even a bomb could scratch the surface.” America released the man’s wrist with a smile “Go do something else until the next conference starts, okay?”

Cuba looked between the two of them “Two America’s?”

“I’m Canada!” America said so perfectly Canada started. He hid his happiness until Cuba was well out of ear shot

“Thank you America-san. He always confuses me for you and now that I really am you…”

“Hey!” America clapped Canada on the shoulders “Don’t worry about it! I should know how hard it is to be me…You know, being you isn’t that much of a walk in the park either…those Frenchies that you live with, they really don’t like the English do they?”

“uh…no, they’ve always fought. Each one thinks that they’re better than the other.” Canada sighed “But there’s not much I can do about that and that wasn’t the real reason why I wanted to do this switch.” He shook his head “I guess there’s just no way for me to get a backbone. Everyone’s going to keep mistaking me for you no matter what…the polar bears will go extinct and no one’s going to notice…” Canada’s eyes filled with bitter tears of hate towards himself. How could he be so like America yet so different? He was always going to be overshadowed by his ‘big brother’. Always. There was nothing that could change that.

“Oh!” America cheered, snapping Canada back to attention “Speaking of polar bears, come take a look at this.” And taking Canada by the hand America led him down the hallway. He pushed open the door to reveal—

“Kumajirou?” Canada asked, stepping forward. The polar bear was breathing rather heavily, his back turned towards the two. “What’s wrong with him?”

As Canada walked around the table America smiled and said “Nothing’s wrong. In fact, everything is perfect! Well, it will be I suppose.”

Canada stopped dead. Kumajirou was nursing two small polar bear cubs. “He’s….”

“A she.” America nodded “and pregnant…er…was pregnant. Not anymore.”

Canada rubbed Kumajirou’s head “wow…I never…how could I have missed…sorry kumajirou…”

Kumajirou blinked open two tired eyes, looked up and whispered “…Canada…”