The Arctic Race
"Yes... Yes!" Canada 'shouted' as loud as he dared his boss had decided to put up the funds for a great leap in the development of Canadian Nationhood. He felt a warm blush slide over him, nothing official yet but...
Canada twirled on a nearby Ottawa lamp post as a couple walked by commenting on how nice it is to see Matthew so happy during these economic bad times. Matthew noticed them and stepped down laughing nervously his excitement still mounting keeping him positively glowing with heat in the cold Canadian winter. To think he would finally after all of Alfred and Ivan's laughter at his Arctic sovereignty and internal waters, he would get a...
Dare he say it...? He did "Battleship." A fresh spout of giddy laughter flowed out from him.
Sure Britain had always been nice and named a few of his ships after the country but... He never let Canada man the darn things, and now that he was all grown up it was about time he had one... or maybe two his smile widened... No no that would be greedy Matthew shook his head frowning and they must remember to save money... But a Battleship! Canada sighed lovingly as he walked past a dark alley. Suddenly a cold hand snatched him into the alley scooping him up. A cold dry kiss was planted squarely on his forehead as he squirmed.
"You vere thinking of me, Da?" Ivan circled the second largest nation with his first largest arms.
"Ah! Russia!" Canada blushed as Russia planted another cold kiss on Matthew's neck.
"You are villing to concede North Pole to mother Russia?" Russia added kiss after kiss on Canada's forehead and lips.
"N-no! You better not mess with m-me Russia!" Canada mumbled as Russia stroked his long curly hair "I-I'll defend myself!"
Russia pulled away for a second looking at the bunched up and blushing Matthew very seriously. The great big Russian smiled pulling the nation in for a sweet embrace. Canada wiggled free ducking Russia's passionate phrasing of 'Become one with mother Russia!'.
"You are joking, Da?" Ivan laughed but then turned serious "Your joke is not funny, now be one with Russia!"
"No! No Joke Ivan I'm very serious I'm getting a battleship and everything to protect my Arctic sovereignty..." Canada nodded then noticed the look in Russia's eyes.
"I see..." The winter had gotten much colder around the great big nation "Your boss has said this has he..."
"W-well..." Canada stammered "He's been promising a build up of ships and naval ports with billions of dollars..."
"This means Battleship, da?" Russia seemed less threatening
"Well I'll call him right now!" Matthew pulled out his Cell phone "He'll tell you himself! Hi Mr. Boss I need you to tell Ivan something about the ships you're building..." with a smug smile Canada handed Ivan the phone.
Ivan took the phone smiling pleasantly.
"Da?"
"Is that so, gosh..."
"Very impressive comrade..."
"I knew you vere very serious..."
"Da?"
"Da 6 to 8, most very mighty of a fleet..." Canada took a few steps closer to Russia at this letting the larger nation put an arm around him
"I find it is most definitely a fearsome deterrent..." Canada wrapped his arms around the Russians waist.
"I am impressed... No sir I have no intention of any hostile acts on Canadian territory and no prior knowledge of the possibility..." Canada lightly kissed Russia's cheek now that he felt secure Russia gave a wicked smile glancing at Canada and tightening his grip making the nation squeak nervously "Da, 6-8 Patrol Vessels will definitely hold the North West passage to the whim of the Canadian Nation."
Canada's jaw dropped into an 'O' as Russia closed the cell phone hanging up.
"You're going to raep me now aren't you?" Matthew whimpered.
"Right through the pants..." Russia pushed his cool mouth almost violently against the Canadians...
The End? (For now)