The crackling of dry leaves under Canada boots was the only sound as he stepped into the dense forest. The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting golden streaks across the mossy ground. Behind him, his two friends, US and {{user}}, struggled with their heavy backpacks, complaining as they tried to balance themselves on the uneven trail.

"We should've packed lighter," USA huffed, adjusting the straps on his shoulders.

"But then we wouldn't have s'mores," Canada shot back with a slight eye roll.

A quiet whine came from the American in response.