[fan fic] Welcome to Marshmallow Hell
Title: Welcome to Marshmallow Hell
Characters/Parings: Mostly Canada, fem!America, and Ukraine, with appearances from England, France, Rwanda, Russia, Hungary, Prussia, Australia, Moldova, and Bermuda. In an absurdly short fic.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boobs! Really, this is getting to be a bad habit of mine.
Summary: Canada gets a little love from some very well-endowed nations after the 2010 Olympics Opening Ceremony.
Notes: You curious about the title? Try this article, but beware the timesink.
Canada was, quite frankly, tired. In a good way, for the most part. He’d spent the previous night celebrating with other nations late into the night after the Opening Ceremony had concluded, enduring a great deal of teasing when the final pillar for the torch refused to come up. Now, though, he was just tired. He was facing a great deal of criticism, and despite the IOC taking most of the fire (Canada would have to thank him for that later) it still stung. The anti-Olympic protests were certainly not helping.
“Hey, big bro, why the frown?” America asked as she started piling pancakes onto her plate from the breakfast buffet. “Last night was awesome, even if you couldn’t get it up for that poor girl.” Canada choked into his orange juice and blushed.
“Stop talking about the pillars like that,” he hissed once he’d regained his composure. America only smirked at her elder brother as Ukraine joined them.
“Good morning,” she bid the siblings, smiling brightly as she indulged in her breakfast of waffles and strawberries. Her smile faded a little as she met Canada’s fatigued gaze. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m tired and still kind of stressed,” Canada replied. “People keep making fun of me because of the glitches in the opening ceremony.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ukraine said sympathetically. She set down her plate at a table, and once Canada had done the same, she took him into a very warm, friendly hug. And America, not wanting to be left out of the fun, decided the very best thing to do would be to hug Canada from behind.
And so there was Canada, pleasantly smushed between his busty younger sister and his busty best friend (well, one of them) while the world looked on. Ukraine went up on his toes and murmured, “You’re doing great so far,” and that’s when the fun really started.
To begin with, England found himself more than a little jealous as one of his meekest colonies was surrounded in soft, bouncy flesh, and France had to convince the island to stay sitting and to merely watch as the events unfold. “I’m so proud of him,” France cooed fondly.
Meanwhile, Canada was getting uncomfortable. Now people were starting to stare, and he hated it when people stared. But Ukraine and America seemed determined to hold on, and now Rwanda, short, beautiful, well-endowed Rwanda was coming in for a hug, too. She seemed determined to thank Canada for the Olympic tickets he’d given her in any way possible.
Russia was looking particularly irked as the hug became bigger and friendlier. Now Hungary had skipped over, letting go of Austria’s hand in order to join in the hug. Prussia and France were high-fiving. Canada’s face was going crimson.
“Hey, I never got so lucky when I hosted the Olympics,” Australia complained to Bermuda. He frowned as Moldova joined the knot of humanity as well.
“Maybe they jus’ like Canada better?” Bermuda suggested.
Somewhere in the middle of the hug, Canada gasped and struggled and decided that if he had to die of asphyxiation, it would be completely worth it.
Characters/Parings: Mostly Canada, fem!America, and Ukraine, with appearances from England, France, Rwanda, Russia, Hungary, Prussia, Australia, Moldova, and Bermuda. In an absurdly short fic.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Boobs! Really, this is getting to be a bad habit of mine.
Summary: Canada gets a little love from some very well-endowed nations after the 2010 Olympics Opening Ceremony.
Notes: You curious about the title? Try this article, but beware the timesink.
Canada was, quite frankly, tired. In a good way, for the most part. He’d spent the previous night celebrating with other nations late into the night after the Opening Ceremony had concluded, enduring a great deal of teasing when the final pillar for the torch refused to come up. Now, though, he was just tired. He was facing a great deal of criticism, and despite the IOC taking most of the fire (Canada would have to thank him for that later) it still stung. The anti-Olympic protests were certainly not helping.
“Hey, big bro, why the frown?” America asked as she started piling pancakes onto her plate from the breakfast buffet. “Last night was awesome, even if you couldn’t get it up for that poor girl.” Canada choked into his orange juice and blushed.
“Stop talking about the pillars like that,” he hissed once he’d regained his composure. America only smirked at her elder brother as Ukraine joined them.
“Good morning,” she bid the siblings, smiling brightly as she indulged in her breakfast of waffles and strawberries. Her smile faded a little as she met Canada’s fatigued gaze. “Is something wrong?”
“I’m tired and still kind of stressed,” Canada replied. “People keep making fun of me because of the glitches in the opening ceremony.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Ukraine said sympathetically. She set down her plate at a table, and once Canada had done the same, she took him into a very warm, friendly hug. And America, not wanting to be left out of the fun, decided the very best thing to do would be to hug Canada from behind.
And so there was Canada, pleasantly smushed between his busty younger sister and his busty best friend (well, one of them) while the world looked on. Ukraine went up on his toes and murmured, “You’re doing great so far,” and that’s when the fun really started.
To begin with, England found himself more than a little jealous as one of his meekest colonies was surrounded in soft, bouncy flesh, and France had to convince the island to stay sitting and to merely watch as the events unfold. “I’m so proud of him,” France cooed fondly.
Meanwhile, Canada was getting uncomfortable. Now people were starting to stare, and he hated it when people stared. But Ukraine and America seemed determined to hold on, and now Rwanda, short, beautiful, well-endowed Rwanda was coming in for a hug, too. She seemed determined to thank Canada for the Olympic tickets he’d given her in any way possible.
Russia was looking particularly irked as the hug became bigger and friendlier. Now Hungary had skipped over, letting go of Austria’s hand in order to join in the hug. Prussia and France were high-fiving. Canada’s face was going crimson.
“Hey, I never got so lucky when I hosted the Olympics,” Australia complained to Bermuda. He frowned as Moldova joined the knot of humanity as well.
“Maybe they jus’ like Canada better?” Bermuda suggested.
Somewhere in the middle of the hug, Canada gasped and struggled and decided that if he had to die of asphyxiation, it would be completely worth it.