Canada snapped his head up, surprised that Italy had remembered his name. He lowered his sniper and smiled sheepishly at them.

"Uh, hello Italy, Romano, Seborga," he greeted. Romano just scoffed and looked away. "What are you doing in a shooting range like this?" Italy asked. Canada rubbed the back of his head.

"I think for the same reason as you guys. I'm here just to blow off some steam." Canada said, playing with his glasses. Romano's eye had a glint in them as he walked up to Canada.

"Show me what you got," he pointed at Canada. "maple-lover." Canada grinned.

"You got it."

It was a battle.

Romano and Italy were on the Blue team, while Canada and Seborga were on the Red team.

Canada held his sniper close to his eye as he aimed for the bulls-eye. On the left of Canada, Italy was holding a pistol. Romano and Seborga counted from three as Italy and Canada fired.

BOOM.

They both hit the middle. Italy high-fived Romano as they switched. Canada gave a smirk to Seborga as they also switched.

Canada didn't know how long all four of them shot at a multiple ringed circle, until his phone began to ring.

"Hello?" he answered.

"BRO! WHERE ARE YOU!? I'VE BEEN SITTING AT YOUR COUCH FOR FIVE HOURS NOW! FIVE!"

Canada pulled the phone away from his ear at America's loud voice.

"Sorry, America. I guess I lost track of time."

"HELL YEAH YOU DID! GET YOUR CANADIAN ASS BACK HOME YOUR POLAR BEAR IS STARTING TO ATTACK ME!"

He sighed and ended the call and looked at the Italian brothers.

"Sorry guys, America is needing my help not getting his ass bitten by my bear." Italy started to giggle. "Don't worry! We can just hang out again! How does Thursday sound?"

Canada closed his eyes before nodding. "Yeah, I'm free on Thursday. See you guys then." he grabbed his sniper and all of his animals before walking out of the shooting range.

As Canada left, Italy turned back to his brothers.

"Soooo.."

He looked at both of them before taking out his cellphone.

"Prank call?"

Seborga and Romano smirked.

"Prank call."