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Canada - Dealing with USUK

[anonymous]

So it's this anon's feeling that Canada is pretty much the world's biggest USUK shipper (he just isn't crazy like we are), because he had to spend years listening to them both going on about each other, knowing they were in love but wanting to wait and let them figure it out themselves, without his help. And once they got together he was really happy for them, and is their biggest support.

I'd like to see what it's like for him talking to each of them before they get together, and how he feels watching them be adorable together later.

Bonus: Some nice father-son affection between England and Canada.
Bonus 2: He indulges America's gushing until it starts heading in a sexual direction and then he freaks out over the mental images he really doesn't want.
Bonus 3: Venting his frustration to France.

Northern Ties 2a/~

[anonymous]

This is a tad long, but I felt bad for making everyone wait so long. There should only be about two more parts until the end.Canada’s day had been a long, exhausting experience that had mostly consisted of him listening to politicians bicker and argue, sifting through a never ending stream of paperwork and being ignored by the very people who worked for him. After the fourth intern walked into his office, looked around the room as if it was empty and asked “Hello? Are you here Mr. Canada?” and left in the middle of his response, Canada decided to call it a day. It was always a little disheartening that Kumkiji was more recognizable to his citizens than their own nation, but that was life. His life, anyway, and that depressing thought was something he learned to get used to

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[anonymous]

Despite their violent actions, America responded in a relatively normal voice, “You would think, right? But it’s like every time I go there I find more stuff that’s just so freakin’ cool. He’s, like, wait - bro, chill out for a second. No need for the hostilities.”

Canada huffed and smacked the American’s leg away. “Are you serious? Just finish your story, eh?”

“That’s what I was trying to do. Anyway,” America sat up properly and started to scroll the two-player options. “he’s just so, so like, awesome, you know? He’s grumpy and complains all the time about the rain even though we all know he secretly loves it and I’d be hard-pressed to find ruder people, but at the same time you can tell there’s this inner being of coolness in him that he refuses to just own up to.” Unfiltered happiness began to creep into America’s voice, and Canada spared a look from the loading screen to see his brother smiling. “His culture is just full of cool and distinctive things. Things no one else can imitate. He’s got those funky road signs, cool guards

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[anonymous]

Canada felt a sudden tugging in his heart for his former colonizer. He thought of the carefully locked bottom dresser drawer in England’s personal office back in London that he had shown to Canada one miserable, rainy night a couple weeks before the fourth of July. It was full of stacks upon stacks of notebooks, stapled sheets of paper and journals. Some of the notebooks were worn, dog-eared and tattered from years of being leafed through and carried around, while others had crisp, 21st century manufactured pages that were only half full. All of them, no matter the condition, were filled with various sonnets, poems, narratives, and personal confessions centered around the country currently sitting on the couch singing praises the former Empire would never hear

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[anonymous]

It would start off with something like, “This weather reminds me of the last time I went to Washington, D.C. in the spring,” or “This tea flavor brings back memories - it used to be America’s favorite when he was younger,” or “You know, this exact shade of cornflower blue painted on my fine china has always reminded me of America’s eyes

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[anonymous]

“This probably sounds crazy, but I find him blinding, sometimes.” England had completely abandoned his tea and was leaning across the small table that separated them. “He’s so full of life, of energy, of dreams. He’s built a land and captivated generations and changed the world with hope and the promise of a better life and, well, sometimes it’s a lot to handle when I think about him. I can keep up with him - centuries of being around France will do that for you - but sometimes I just stop and really look at him and I, I just,” he stopped suddenly and the silence felt like a vacuum. England let out a short laugh and picked up his teacup. “Sometimes I feel like he’s just too much for me. He always has been, really. Isn’t that how he came to be a country

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[anonymous]

When he fished it out and put it up to his ear, Canada was greeted with a disturbingly calm, American-accented voice.

“Well. I hope you’re proud of yourself you syrup-hawking Jezebel.”

“…What? What are you-“

“I just told you, like an hour ago when I was visiting you, how much I wanted to see England and you go and tote yourself up there like it’s nothing! How dare you -"

“Wait, wait, first of all, how did you know I was here?” Actually, first of all, ‘You told me that over two weeks ago, not an hour ago.’ “Second, I was invited for a little bit. He just wanted to talk to me about some things.”

“Really? What kind of things? Why couldn’t he talk to me?”

“Just, well, business-like things. Nothing serious, so will you stop-I can’t believe you just called me a Jezebel! After all these years of listening to you tell me about his eyes, his hair, his voice, his hands and how he treats his damn cat -- I would be an awful person if I tried anything

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[anonymous]

“I’m sure he’d come, and I’m sure wherever you picked would be fine.”

“…That’s ridiculously unhelpful! Where, dude?”

Canada sighed quickly, quietly. None of this really mattered if he led him by the hand. “You have the third-largest country in the world and unlike Russia and I, just about all of yours is habitable. There must be somewhere you can take him he hasn’t been before.”

The American groaned, “Fine, I guess. But he better accept. What am I saying? Of course he will, who could resist an American vacation? Plus, I’ll totally get a chance to woo him with my epic romancing skills.” Whatever that meant.

“It’s late now, though, so don’t call until later. I’m sure he’d be more inclined if you called at a reasonable hour.”

“Oh yeah, it’ll show I’m thoughtful! That’ll definitely score me brownie points. Thanks, Mattie, you’re the best! I’ll call you later, OK?”

“Yeah, OK, talk to you later.”

Canada closed, not snapped, his phone. Maybe they were getting somewhere.

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I've always noticed how in a lot of popular

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[anonymous]

PFFFF Crystallized sunbeams...

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[anonymous]

GLORIOUS.

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[anonymous]

They are such saps! And so perfect for each other as well.

I find Canada so IC and I definitely do not mind the hints of Franada.

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[anonymous]

I am drowning in the love and fluff and sap of this awesome fic, anon. Please do continue this sweet tale, I am looking forward to see how America and England finally get together. So far, I think it's very much hinted that it isn't going to be a clean and straight road to get to the happy ending, eh? ^^

Keep up the good work! <3

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[anonymous]

Ah this was lovely <3 I really enjoyed the update, so thank you! Loving side! France/Canada as well (:

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[anonymous]

So I had a huge grin all throughout reading this. Everyone's so adorable here! Canada is incredibly IC and well-meaning and loving and kind of snarky. And aww, his childhood. I want England to give him a hug now. D: England is a little ridiculous in his poetic, self-conscious way, and he's adorable. America just cracks me up. Jezebel indeed.

My favourite lines here, though, was:

Canada couldn’t help but interrupt. “Eagle? Eagles don’t have anything to do with singing.”

“Dude, what are you talking about? An eagle’s cry is the sound of freedom, and freedom is beautiful.”

Canada waited in silence for some kind of ironic comment to accompany the unnecessarily serious, and slightly ridiculous, statement. When he realized that none was forthcoming, he told America to continue.

It made me LOL IRL because that is just America and Canada in a nutshell for me. It's perfect. <3

Anyways, continue being awesome, author!anon!

Sorry for the overlong comment OTL