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He had bumped into him in the coffee room.
"I think... calling a Commonwealth conference is a little too...excessive?" Canada said with a strained tone, ready to bolt at any given time should he turn violent, "I mean, I'm sure it's all over the news by now."
"This is very important business, Matthew," England said impatiently, his hand shaking from the raw excitement he was probably hiding underneath his normally calm exterior, "A mere news story is not enough to fully present just how bloody important this really is!"
Canada nodded hesitantly, inching closer to the door when England dropped his cup of tea from his trembling arm, "Oh bugger me!" England swore at the mess on the floor, "Be a dear, Matthew, and boil me a pot of hot water while I clean this mess."
"Sure..." Canada reluctantly did so, glancing back at his former colonizer as he hummed 'God Save the Queen' cheerfully under his breath with a bright smile and honestly, it terrified him.
England was never this... joyful.
Ever.
Except maybe when America failed at something.
"I knew you guys were in here," The door was almost ripped off his hinges with the force of being opened by America, "So, Iggy, didja hear the news or what?"
Canada quickly made a few throat-slashing gestures behind England, but America, being the ignorant blockhead he could be, simply looked at him weirdly in response, "Kate is preggers! You know, got a little bun in the oven? Gonna push a baby outta her vagina?"
England immediately turned his blaring green glare to America, "Do not address Catherine so informally! She is the Duchess of Cambridge to you." He snarled, clenching the shards of glass he had been picking up between his fingers and not even noticing the thin trickle of blood drip down his hand.
"Woah, already the protective mother hen?" America snickered, placing his hands in the surrendering motion, "Can't wait to see you when it's born."
"A hooligan like yourself simply cannot comprehend what this means for the Monarchy," England sniffed haughtily, throwing the glass away in the garbage with a little more force that was necessary, "Not like what dear Matthew here can understand." He patted the northern nation on the shoulder and then squeezed down, causing Canada to flinch slightly.
"Umm, right," Canada looked like he wanted to be anywhere else as England's grip seemed to grown unknowingly tighter on his part, "This really is a cause for celebration."
"We need to throw Catherine a baby shower, as you call it, Matthew?" England looked excited at the mere thought and grabbed onto Canada's arms, "And of course you will be invited to come, my boy."
"Whatta 'bout me?" America jumped in, pointing to himself and England looked as if he wanted to rip his head off for even asking.
"I think it's just Commonwealth business, Alfred." Canada said hesitantly, not wanting to caught in England's wrath.
England nodded approvingly at Canada's comment and even seemed to latch onto his arm, "What gender do you think it will be, Matthew? Should we buy blue or pink? Perhaps we should just purchase both? Do you think Catherine will even want this? Maybe I will knit a quilt!"
Canada had no clue want to do or say and he looked helplessly back at America when England began to drag him out with surprising force. America laughed loudly in response and waved mockingly.
"See you in a few days, Mattie!"
