“Take that America! You
smart-ass!” Carlos, a.k.a Cuba roared as he beat down on who he
thought was America. The obnoxious young nation had been going
around, chanting ‘I’m the Hero!’ again and Cuba
politely asked him to shut his half-wit pie hole, he refused
to obey. So, naturally, Carlos wanted some revenge.
“M-maple!” Canada “yelled,”
-It was more of a quiet whine really- in discomfort. Why did this
have to happen? And today of all days…
Canada gasped and blush bright red.
_____ was early! Oh… and seeing him like this…
Carlos looked up and nodded at you.
“Hey chica, is America bothering
you too?” he asked with a glare at the Canadian who was
trembling beside him.
You sighed in exasperation. Cuba always
made this mistake.
“Carlos, that’s not
America. That’s Canada,” you tell him, pointing at the
Cuba had a blank look for a moment, but
quickly adopted an apologetic one.
“Sorry man, you just look too
much like America,” Carlos muttered as he extended his hand to
Canada nodded and took Cuba’s
hand. Cuba patted him gently and excused himself with another
Canada looked at you with tears in his
“Oh _____, thank you!” he
said giving you a bear hug that you returned with a giggle.
“You’re welcome Matthew!”
you said with a smile, but it disappeared the minute you got a good
look at his bruises.
“Mattie, we need to get you
Canada began to protest, but stopped
when he realized how sore he was. He gave you a sheepish grin and a
nod as you both made your way back to his house.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Le magical time
Canada winced as you rubbed the ice
pack over the bruises on his back. You gave him an apologetic look,
but continued. You felt really frustrated. Sweet Canada was being
mistaken for that loud-mouthed American way too often. Sure, they had
the same face and build, but everything else about them were polar
“_____, are you okay?” your
friend asked full of concern.
You looked up at him with a smile, he
was always so considerate, thinking of you even though he was the one
covered in undeserved bruises.
“I’m fine,” you
responded, “don’t worry.”
He turned his head away from you and
was very quiet and still for the remainder of his treatment.
“You’re awfully quiet…”
“Sorry _____, I was just
Canada turned with a blush painting his
features. ‘She’s always so considerate, thinking of me
when she could be doing something more productive. She notices me and
cares about me too.’
You tapped Canada’s shoulder. He
turned around quickly, deciding to act on a feeling he’d been
having for some time. He wrapped his arms around your torso and
kissed your lips gently.
Before you could react, he pulled away
with a very flustered look.
“_-____, I-I’m so sorry! I
couldn’t help myself!”
You stared blankly before bringing your
lips up to meet his in a sweet kiss of your own.
“_____?” he whispered,
“What was that for?”
You giggled quietly. “For being
so kind to me, Mattie.”
The Canadian gave you a real smile
before hugging you tightly.