Troubles with EthnicityCanada loved his boyfriend. Really he did. Cuba was sweet, warm and caring... when he remembered he was Canada. Not his brother, America. Almost every time he saw him he tackled him, shouting something like, 'America! Why are you here to mess up our date?!' Last time he did that, Cuba broke his wrist.Due to the wrist problem, Cuba was doting on him, keeping him out of his job. It was sweet, but finally, he had had enough. Cuba was about to make some crack on his older brother after, yet again, mistaking Canada for the idiot of an American. At least he didn't tackle him this time. Cutting him off, Canada reeled, face red and poked Cuba in the chest with his good hand. "I've had it up to here so let me make it very clear. Cause I swear I'll never clue you in again." Cuba was flabbergasted for a moment at the, normally calm, Canada's outburst, "Every time that you profess I come from The U.S..." The petite man growled.