Get Rid of It

15 Feb 19

Prompt: embassy
EngCan.

Yes, yet another story inspired by a single word...for some reason.

Summary

Canada and England meet up after a meeting between their government leaders for some calming tea and a catch-up chat. They end up talking about some of the stressors in their lives, and how they just have to deal with them and can't get rid of them. And both decide in their heads to reduce the other's stress by getting rid of all their stressors.

Prologue

I looked back down at my notes again with a frown firmly etched on to my features, green eyes doing their best to stare a hole through the paper in front of me rather than have to look up and see the dark rings under Canada's eyes. My eyebrows, bushy as they were, could be seen out of the corners of my eye, but I just ignored that problem. No way in hell was I undergoing another tweezing adventure with France to try and trim them down in size. They were perfectly fine as they were.

But, England came back to his main thought throughout that day with an abrupt jerk when he saw a slight tremble in Canada's fingers when the other reached for their water bottle.

What was the other possibly doing to warrant such apathy and tiredness in his expression since the meeting began, and even since far longer than that.

England had, to be quite honest, been growing more and more worried as time went on and he saw the Nation of Canada seem to wither away a bit.

What was happening? Could he help?

*Meanwhile*

Canada used the fringe created by his honey-blond bangs to subtly watch the Nation of England. They'd been casual friends ever since their mutual understanding and parting before when he'd become his own Nation and lately they hadn't had the opportunity to spend any time together, but Canada was growing worried.

His purple eyes narrowed and Kuma gave a soft purring growl as his grip tightened just slightly when he saw how England was rubbing tiredly at his bag-shot stained eyes.

What was the other doing lately for him to become so tired looking?

Perhaps it was time to ask about if they might enjoy a nice spot of tea together soon.

Then, perhaps, he could get to the bottom of this, and possibly help his fellow Nation out. America was not the only one with a "saving people" thing, and indeed, it could be argued that quite a few others with the same complex did it far better and with more tact and subtlety.

*Preview of the 2nd chpt*

England truly hadn't meant to end up here, hiding behind a bush and spying on someone. But…here he was, waiting for that damn honour guardsman to leave his post so he could sneak in…even though he technically had diplomatic immunity wherever he went in the world and could technically justs stroll in there no problem. But, that would also mean that his name would be taken down and his presence here marked. And he needed to get in sneakily.

It was as he watched the guard try to stifle a sneeze that Arthur's eyes suddenly widened and he hit his forehead with his palm as he groaned.

Good lord, why was he right here and why hadn't he just snuck around and tried to find a less obvious place to get in besides the front door with all of it's security cameras.

Hence, not even 10 minutes later and with a bit of help from Tinkerbell, he was inside of one of Canada's government buildings stalking down his target.

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