This chapter is just a little add-on to the last one. The Nordics teach Canada more about their history, much to the terror of England and the amusement of America.

Disclaimer: Hetalia no es mein.

America was bored, and patrolling the hallways of the World Conference was the best he could come up with. There were usually some hot babes (err, maids) around to chat up, but nothing had presented itself to him, so he continued to wander aimlessly and without incident…

Until England came tearing around the corner at full speed and crashed right into America. England was knocked flat on his back while America barely moved an inch.

"Bro, what's going on? You look terrible."

England's breath came in large gasps, and there was no small amount of terror on his face when he replied, "The…the Nordics!"

"Okay, what about them?" America pressed.

"Can't talk!" England half-screamed as he scrambled to his feet. He would have taken off at a full sprint if America hadn't grabbed the collar of his suit and man-handled him into a small alcove. It was half-concealed by a hanging flag of Italy, and England seemed to relax ever so slightly when he realized he had a somewhat safe hiding spot.

"Dude, what about the Nordics are you spazzing out about?"

England took a few large, calming breaths before he answered, "You know how they all discovered that Canada was actually at one time Vinland?"

"What's Vinland?"

"Ugh, never mind about that," England groaned, "The point is that the Nordics think Canada is their long lost brother, and they're giving him a live-action history lesson."

America scratched his head, "Which is…umm…what again?"

Now that he looked closer, he could see that England was unbelievably jumpy. America got the feeling that if he poked the man, he would scream like a girl and jump out of his skin.

"Back in the year 1000," England shakily explained, "Those…damn Vikings from the North took a perverse pleasure in beating the living crap out of me and stealing all my gold."

"Dude, that sucks." America laughed.

"SHHH!" England desperately hissed, "Keep it down!" He took another deep breath, "So they've been chasing me around for the last half hour all dressed up in their Viking gear. Even Canada has on a—"

"A Viking helmet with an axe in one hand, a jar of maple syrup in the other, and a bunch of war paint on his face?" America grimly interrupted.

England was shaken out of his jumpy state with a frown, "How in the world did you know that?"

America shuddered, "I didn't just fight you in the War of 1812. I tried to invade Canada, and there's a reason I haven't tried it since. The dude can be scary as shit when he's not being a Canada the friendly ghost."

"Now imagine him with Norway, Denmark, and Sweden in their Viking gear, all chasing me and shouting their bloody war cries!" England's anxiety and volume increased with every word, and he looked on the very of a panic attack by the time he finished.

"That's rough, buddy." America said with real sympathy in his voice for once.

"Where'd he go?!"

"I bet he tried to team up with France."

"We beat the crap out of France too back in the day. You think we should try him next if we can't find the limey bastard?"

"Whatever you guys decide, I'll go along with."

"Let's search the halls first before we move onto France."

America had placed a comforting hand on England's shoulder with his sympathetic words, but now it turned into a steely grip, "Sorry not sorry," He whispered, "But Canada has some bones to pick with me, and I'd rather he not do them while he's in a Viking mindset. Survival of the fittest, you know?"

With that said, America threw England out into the hallway in full view of the Nordics. England promptly stumbled and fell flat on his face.

"Bloody hell, you wanker!" England wailed, and America quietly snickered as he sprinted for all he was worth. A few seconds later, America saw Denmark, Norway, Sweden, and Canada all race past the alcove in their full Viking regalia.

He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard them round the corner, but he didn't emerge from his spot. America wasn't hiding. Of course not. Someone like him didn't hide. No, he was just…in need of a nice, quiet nap, and his room was too far away. That was why he sat down and leaned his head against the wall of the small space.

No other reason.

No other reason at all.

Canada successfully fended off the American armies that tried to invade in the War of 1812, which is why there were practically no border changes when it was finally over. America is somewhat embarrassed that someone like Canada beat the crap out of him, so my head cannon is that America just pretends that he can't see Canada most of the time XD as always, thank you for reading, and feel free to request anything!