"I-is that y-you, Canadia?" his brother said, briefly sticking his head out of under the covers to check. His body was wracked with shudders as he shivered uncontrollably.
Tony muttered something still under the blanket. Canada shivered too, though not from the cold. America had a strange relationship with his best friend the alien, one Canada would rather not think about. They were too codependent, and don't you even dare compare it to Canada's relationship with Prussia. That wasn't even vaguely similar!
"G-grab a b-blanket," America went on. "You must be freezing. It's snowing up a storm out there!"
Yes, Canada agreed, it was snowing, though it was not, in fact, snowing up a storm. That didn't even make sense. In Canada, snow was an effect of winter storms, not a cause, and Canada was fairly sure it was the same everywhere.
Besides, it wasn't even that cold. A balmy-he checked America's thermometer, but it said something about Fahrenheit. How did you convert Fahrenheit to Celsius again? Something about a nine. Forget it, the point was, it was barely below freezing, and anyway, meteorology dictated that with warmer weather came more precipitation. If it were truly cold, it wouldn't even be snowing at all.
Maybe Canada was making too big a deal over this. It didn't really matter, anyway. At least someone was finally noticing him, even if America did insist on calling his northern neighbor Canadia. He ought to take advantage of that.
Canada grabbed the soft L. L. Bean blanket off the floor and curled up next to his brother. But it wasn't like it was comfortable or anything. America was shaking like crazy, and he had his knees tucked up to his chest. His feet were really pointy.
Canada should take America up sometime. They called it an Alberta snap for a reason. By the time America came home, he would thank his lucky stars he lived in America. All fifty of them.
That was another thing. Were fifty really necessary? It seemed a little excessive to Canada. He didn't have a fifth as many provinces. Then again, America lived to exceed. Burgers, noise, everything. And it got on everyone's nerves.
It was really, really difficult to be America's brother.
But as America snuggled closer and wrapped his limbs around the northern nation-yup, it was still difficult.
Hi everyone! It's snowing here, so my Hetalia obsessed brain started writing and this thing came out! Hope you all enjoy, and I don't own Hetalia or the characters! Too many exclamation points, do you think? Please review!