Tainted Love 2b/??
anonymous
November 25 2010, 14:46:09 UTC
Canada came to his room near the end of the week, looking worried, “America, did something happen between you and England?”
“No. Why d’you ask?” America answered while he flicked through the hotel TV channels by the remote, “The man’s just busy.”
Canada blocked the TV and yanked the remote out of his hand. America’s protest went ignored.
“Are you sure?” Canada asked, tone grave and serious, “Are you really sure that he’s just busy? Nothing else?”
America was confused. From the way Canada sighed, he seemed really worried. But he hadn’t done anything, not as far as he could remember at least. If anyone asked him, America would say that England always got mad over the weirdest stuff, and it’s not like America could read mind. Heck, if he could, it’d be hella fun around England.
“What made you ask, Matt? You know what England is like.”
The control he robbed from America was now feeding the bear in his arms, and Canada didn’t even notice, “Then I hope I was wrong...”
“You bet.” America chuckled.
“America, I know you sometimes make fun of how I stayed under England’s colour for too long, or that even now I’m still part of the Commonwealth,” he paused and looked at America in the eyes, “but that also means sometimes I see things you don’t.”
America frowned. He wasn’t sure he’d like what Canada was about to say, “I know England as much as you.”
A bitter smile found its way to Canada’s face. “You didn’t even ask me what those things are. You’re always like this when it concerns England. Back when we were little-”
“No Matt! Not again,” America almost groaned. He was really not in the mood for another shotgun rant from Canada, “We’ve been through this, like what? Six billion times?”
“You always-” said Canada, “you always had to have England’s whole attention, I mean, maybe everyone else’s attention as well after you grew up, but when it’s England you’re sometimes...I don’t know, Al,” he sighed.
Okay this was slightly different from what he had thought, but America was right about not liking it, whatever it was about. “Did England say something to you?”
His voice came out lower than he had intended, but Canada didn’t back down. “Does it matter?”
“Yes it does. ‘cause if he didn’t, I simply don’t see the point,” answered America, straightening up, “Look, England complains about everyone and everything. Especially about me, maybe. Like he’s getting paid for it, and that’s just, well, y’know, England.”
Canada spoke after a long stretch of silence. “America, let me ask you a hypothetical question, if,” he phrased carefully, “it’s just hypothetical. What if England is not busy or having some time to himself, but just,” he searched for words, “going out?”
“Going out for what?”
“I don’t know. Seeing people. Making new friends.”
“England? Making new friends? Seriously Mattie?”
“I said hypothetically, eh.”
“No way.”
“Why are you so sure, Al?”
It was a genuine question. Or at least to America it sounded so; therefore he said the first thing that came to his mind, “He is England.”
Canada just stared at him. And after a very tense moment, he shook his head, “Call him, America. Call him.”
“No. Why d’you ask?” America answered while he flicked through the hotel TV channels by the remote, “The man’s just busy.”
Canada blocked the TV and yanked the remote out of his hand. America’s protest went ignored.
“Are you sure?” Canada asked, tone grave and serious, “Are you really sure that he’s just busy? Nothing else?”
America was confused. From the way Canada sighed, he seemed really worried. But he hadn’t done anything, not as far as he could remember at least. If anyone asked him, America would say that England always got mad over the weirdest stuff, and it’s not like America could read mind. Heck, if he could, it’d be hella fun around England.
“What made you ask, Matt? You know what England is like.”
The control he robbed from America was now feeding the bear in his arms, and Canada didn’t even notice, “Then I hope I was wrong...”
“You bet.” America chuckled.
“America, I know you sometimes make fun of how I stayed under England’s colour for too long, or that even now I’m still part of the Commonwealth,” he paused and looked at America in the eyes, “but that also means sometimes I see things you don’t.”
America frowned. He wasn’t sure he’d like what Canada was about to say, “I know England as much as you.”
A bitter smile found its way to Canada’s face. “You didn’t even ask me what those things are. You’re always like this when it concerns England. Back when we were little-”
“No Matt! Not again,” America almost groaned. He was really not in the mood for another shotgun rant from Canada, “We’ve been through this, like what? Six billion times?”
“You always-” said Canada, “you always had to have England’s whole attention, I mean, maybe everyone else’s attention as well after you grew up, but when it’s England you’re sometimes...I don’t know, Al,” he sighed.
Okay this was slightly different from what he had thought, but America was right about not liking it, whatever it was about. “Did England say something to you?”
His voice came out lower than he had intended, but Canada didn’t back down. “Does it matter?”
“Yes it does. ‘cause if he didn’t, I simply don’t see the point,” answered America, straightening up, “Look, England complains about everyone and everything. Especially about me, maybe. Like he’s getting paid for it, and that’s just, well, y’know, England.”
Canada spoke after a long stretch of silence. “America, let me ask you a hypothetical question, if,” he phrased carefully, “it’s just hypothetical. What if England is not busy or having some time to himself, but just,” he searched for words, “going out?”
“Going out for what?”
“I don’t know. Seeing people. Making new friends.”
“England? Making new friends? Seriously Mattie?”
“I said hypothetically, eh.”
“No way.”
“Why are you so sure, Al?”
It was a genuine question. Or at least to America it sounded so; therefore he said the first thing that came to his mind, “He is England.”
Canada just stared at him. And after a very tense moment, he shook his head, “Call him, America. Call him.”
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