Canada and The Tree (Part one)

As I started to wash Norway's outfift, I noticed there was something strange about the atmosphere in the laundry room. It was almost as if there was someone else in the room with me! "Probably one of Norway's magical friends." i said out loud, wondering if they got along with England's "imaginary" friends. However, no matter where I went, the presence seemed to be following me. About at my limit of being stalked, I rolled up a nearby newspaper and swung in the direction of the presence. "Maple!", it shouted in a barely audible voice that I instantly recognized as Canada's. "Canada! Why were you following me around?!" I asked the now perfectly visible country. "Oh, well, I hope it's nothing major, but there's a gigantic axe lodged in a tree near here." he replied. "Wait. You didn't mistake me for America?" he added, now smiling widely. "Of course not! You two are clearly polar opposites, so it's nearly impossible for me to mix you up." I replied. Unfortunately, Canada's happiness left as fast as it arrive when Kumajirou squeaked out a "Who are you?", prompting a sigh from the little bear's owner. "Erm, anyways, do you mind showing me this tree?" I asked, somehow already knowing just who the culprit is. After all, there's only one nation that I know of with an axe as their weapon of choice. However, before I could investigate, the washer stopped. "Excuse me for a moment." I said, rushing off to set Norway's outfit in the dryer.