Fake

Chapter 12

"I don't wanna go." America said, his tone sounding strangely like a whine.

"But you're gonna go." Canada shot back, looking at his brother innocently as America glared at him, knowing fully well that he was not in fact innocent, if the mischievous glint in his eyes were anything to go by.

America pouted, sinking his body into his blue bean bag chair, crossing his arms. He really didn't want to go to the mall on the weekend. It was always so crowded, even more so in the afternoon, but seems like Canada had different plans for him.

Japan had come up to them on Wednesday inviting them to go to the mall over the weekend, which was tomorrow, more specifically Saturday.

America didn't feel like going anywhere on the weekend, so after thinking about it for a moment, making up his mind and was about to say that he couldn't make it, was when his ever so loving brother cut in before he could speak, probably knowing what America was going to say, told Japan that they would come.

America to say the least was not pleased with his brother right then and there. When Japan had left, skipping down the hallway and out of their view, America glared at Canada while they stood in the middle of the vacant hallway of the school.

He continued to glare at his brother up until they left the school and went home, wanting to make it clear that he was not happy with the Canadian's decision. But he knew that his brother knew that he was in discontent and just rolled with it, sending him smug smirks throughout the day.

With a sigh, America thought about who was going to be at the mall because he doubted that Japan just invited them two. Even so the female didn't really give them a heads up of who exactly was going to come, so it was up to his guess.

South Korea was probably going to come and Germany and Poland might come too. Those were his guesses, other than that the American was clueless of who was going to be with them.

"Why do you bring me into these situations?" America asked, hearing Canada chuckle.

"Well, you need to get out of the house more often!" Canada said all too happily.

America glared at his brother once more, "I don't need to get out. I'm perfectly fine inside and in my office." America countered. Plus he already goes outside to go to school and go visit his states, he didn't see where his brother was getting at.

"You need your sunlight!" Canada said back, "And as your brother it's my job to give it to you whether you like it or not!" He smirked.

The American grumbled to himself, while thinking about possible ways to get out of this. Finding none, since the Canadian would always find a way to drag him out no matter what, his mood deepened further. 

He might as well accept his fate.

Canada shook his head at his brother's dramatics and rolled his eyes. Going outside wasn't going to kill him. 

The taller one looked out the window by their bed. It was dark out, nothing but pitch blackness through the window. "Come on, let's head to bed, it's already late and we're meeting up at the mall in the morning, then getting lunch." He said, removing his gaze from the window and back to his brother, who was still slumped against the bean bag chair.

"Fine." America uttered under his breath, accompanied by a sigh. He got up off of the bean bag chair and onto his feet, Canada following shortly after. The two already completed their nightly routine, so they went over to their bunk. 

They wished each other a goodnight, once they climbed into their respective bunk and went to sleep, Canada falling asleep in seconds, while America just laid there until he eventually let sleep overtake him.