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[not_america]

[Canada is sitting in a corner of some room with his back facing... you. He seems to be hunched over something.]

*grumble grumble*... These eyebrows are such a pain to deal with, I don't get how hair can grow back so fast....

[Upon closer inspection, it seems that he is plucking his eyebrows... and using a pink pocket mirror to aid him.]

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[not_america]

Ack!!

[quickly shuts his mirror and shoves that and the tweezers under his lap]

[not_america]

[slowly turns around... one eyebrow is clearly smaller than the other.]

H-hey, M-Mister England, sir! Wh-what brings you around? And I'm Canada by the way.

[canadafuckyeah]

*peers over he other Canada's shoulder*

You pluck your brows too?

[not_america]

[is a little startled, but quickly relaxes]

Ah, yeah, I do. They can get a little bit out of control sometimes, eh?

[canadafuckyeah]

Oh yes, sometimes I wonder if it's even worth keep them under control, and then I look at Arthur and I'm determined to keep them shaved!

[not_america]

They're not bad or anything... Just really big. And thick.

...

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The eyebrows, I mean.

[happy_francis]

Grabs from behind.

"Hello~"

[not_america]

WAGH!!

[happy_francis]

Nuzzles between the Canadian's shoulder blades, below his nape.

[not_america]

O-oh. Hello, Mister France.

[tucks away his mirror+tweezers in his hoodie pocket]

Uhh, what are you doing here?