Sorry this update took a little while, but I've been pretty busy with exams and whatnot. Also, I think I may have used at exact same excuse before on a previous chapter, but whatever. I'm actually glad this is the last chapter, as I've been getting kinda bored with this story.

Disclaimer: Anyone who thinks I own Hetalia is crazier than Russia.

Canada groaned in agony as he looked up and down the massive stack of paperwork on his desk. He wasn't even gone for a whole week and yet he had more work sitting in front of him than France had vintage wine bottles.

Plopping down on his chair, he picked up a piece of paper on top of the pile and skimmed through it briefly before slamming his forehead on the desk. The force of the face-desk caused the mountain of documents to topple over, burying the nations head in files and folders. It didn't matter anymore. His one week of freedom had to be cancelled halfway through. Even though gunshot wounds aren't deadly to nations, they can still get infected. Everyone had decided to leave the morning after the incedent that it would just be better to leave before anyone else got injured by America's antics.

"It's all his stupid fault," Canada sobbed weakly to no-one.

"Hey, Mr. Whats-your-face," A small white bear said as he padded into the room, looking at the rather pathetic scene in front of him. A small envelope rested in his paws.

"What do you want, Kumakichi?"

"Mr. Puffin came by with a letter," Kumajiro casually tossed the envelope on to his owners head before leaving to find food.

Canada groaned before opening the letter, recognizing Norway's neat handwriting.

Greetings, Canada

I don't think you'll be surprised to hear this, but we never want to see your brother on one of our camping trips ever again. I really don't think I can make it any clearer than that. If he shows up again, you'll be kicked off the arctic council. I wish we didn't have to take such drastic measures, but after the Finland incident, I don't think we have any other choice.

Sincerely:

Norway

PS. Your brother ended up drinking all the beer. Not cool man, not cool. –Denmark

Canada took a few deep breathes before firmly grasping the edge of his desk and flipping it over, causing paper work to spill all over the office and resulting in a rather satisfying crash.

"Hey dude, what's with all the noise?" America poked his head into the now-ruined office, the straw of one of his bacon milkshakes hanging out of his mouth.

"Oh, it's nothing," Canada laughed nervously, not wanting to tell his brother that he had pissed off the Nordics, or that he had put Canada's place in the Arctic council in jeopardy. "I just, uh, dropped my desk,"

"Ok, cool. I'm going to go blow up some noobs on Xbocks. Catch ya later, bro."

"Yeah, you too," Canada muttered as he began to pick up the paper strewn across the room. At least there was still July first in a couple of months. At least he had that much to look forward to.

Woot! All done with this story! I have another plan in mind for a fic in the near (or distant) future. I won't say what it is yet, but it involves FACES family and demon hunting, so yeah. Thanks again for all the wonderful people following, reviewing and favouriting this story. You guys mean a lot :)