[ TT ] The war between Canada and America for the Oregon Territory enters its fourth year

`` Hey guy! Stop it guy!'' The ~~ferocious~~ Canadian said as he was stabbed a sixth time by the American. Johnny Washington stepped off the flappy-headed enemy after he stopped moving, after the seventh stab, and hurried over to Srgt. Roger Steel to regroup. 
 
 `` Is that the last of them?'' Steel asked as he wiped blood off his forehead with a red, white and blue handkerchief he got way back in Arizona, back before the `` war''. 
 
 `` Yes sir. All of them sir.'' Johnny said with a sigh and salute. 
 
 `` Then, that's it. We are done.'' Steel dropped the patriotic handkerchief over the beady eyes of the deadman under his boot and nodded. 
 
 `` Done? Sir, I do n't understand.'' 
 
 `` I mean we're are done. Command called in. It took four years, but every Canadian is dead. All of them. Every single one of them.'' 
 
 `` Wait, se... permission to speak freely sir!'' Johnny recomposed himself before coninuting. 
 
 `` War's over son. I'm not your C.O. anymore. Go on, speak anyway you wish.'' 
 
 `` Seriously?! They are all dead? They were a first world developed nation!'' 
 
 ``...... hahahahahaha.'' Steel tried not to laugh too hard. `` Anyway, so job's finished. Wow, they really wanted Oregon for some reason.'' 
 
 `` Y-yeah, that was weird. We still do n't know why they wanted it?'' 
 
 `` Still no clue at all.'' 
 
 `` That's crazy. I mean, they have the population of one of our states and... we're the freaking United States. They must have wanted something. What were they thinking?'' 
 
 `` I do n't know. But... shit. I did n't think a war with Canada would last a week. I think the only way it *could* have lasted this long is it every single one of them went to war at the same time.'' 
 
 `` Word.'' Johnny coughed. `` I mean, yes sir.'' 
 
 As both men watched the setting sun, the first sunset the world had known without the Mountie Menace in four long year, their focus was drawn to a shouting man at the base of the hill. Steel saw the messenger and for a moment wonder why he did not just call their phones... as it was the year 2019... but still, the messenger ran up to them, eagerly, sweating profusely like he had been running a while. 
 
 `` Sir....I... we... from command...'' The traveler spoke in batted breathes. 
 
 `` Whoa, easy there son. Calm down. Take a breather and say what you need to say in *that* order.'' 
 
 `` Yes sir....pheeeww.'' The young man, no older than twenty, wipe sweat off his brow. `` We... just heard... the reason for the war sir. Why all these....Maple-heads came... to die for Oregon.'' He pulled out a folded paper from his back pocket, with the seal of Washington stamped on its unopened crease. 
 
 Steel quickly opened the letter and read through the confidential text. Then again. Then once more, his eyes widening in terror. 
 
 `` No... no, no. no! No! What have we done?!'' He fell to his knees and ripped the paper in half. `` It was Bieber! They were sick of his shit and wanted to take him back! He was going to move here before the war! They wanted to stop Bieber and we did n't let them!'' He screamed at the heavens, at himself, at his misinformed government who ordered him to shoot first and ask questions later. `` What have we done!? By god, what have we done!!!?'' 
 
 Johnny, staying silent this time, walked up to his commanding officer... to his friend... and put his hand on the broken man's shoulder. ``... we did our duty sir.'' 
 

