Canada was born to France and Britain with the younger brother of America…Canada waddled around, his 4-year old brain trying to figure out why he was in an unfamiliar outfit..something called Pre-K..sounds a bit funny to Canada..his father led him to the car and he got into his booster seat…he had his lynx plush in his little polar bear paws and his tiny little teeth..

“..Papa.? Where are we going.?”

Canada questioned, his innocent amber eyes gleaming..