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Summary: Half-AU, Canada was the only nation without a personification. America falls for the human Matthew Williams, but knows he can't pursue his desire. England's magic is starting to look really good right now.....
Nation!America x Human!Canada
A/N: A series of inter-connected one-shots/drabbles
It was rather odd and had always been odd.
America sighed, watching nothing in particular and vaguely listening to his boss as he talked with the Canadian Prime Minister – something about trading and the border. He lazily glanced around the room, eyes trained on the prominent maple leaf of the Canadian flag. He sighed again, wondering the same thing for the billionth time in his life time as a nation.
Just why didn't Canada have any person-nation representing it?
Of course, he had asked England France over and over again, though he only received the same answer time and time again.
Canada was the seemingly exception – it had no personification, and it was just strange.
When France had first colonised the New World, he had said that he had searched and searched for the human form of Kanata, but simply had no luck of finding him or her. Canada had never shown up and France and England and America just had to accept that there simply was no Canada.
Alfred blinked, trying to push away his current thoughts because they always reminded him of that empty place within him that he had since the beginning of time, "Mr. Jones, we are finished for today," His boss said kindly, snapping the American out of his dark thoughts, "You can go back to the hotel and we will just finish up some loose ends."
America nodded slightly, giving a hand shake with the Canadian PM (whose expression didn't really seem to change at all), and left the room – eager to just escape and grab a greasy cheeseburger, 'Are there even McDonald's up here?' Alfred thought, stepping out into the Canadian streets and glancing around. Since he had no one to visit up in Canada, he rarely even stepped into the country – and only did so when his boss visited the Canadian PM.
Alfred lit up, his blue eyes bright as he spotted his favourite fast-food restaurant right on the corner of the street. He pumped his legs quickly, his mouth watering at the thought of a nice cheeseburger and he didn't bother to watch where he was going. He blinked, feeling himself slam into something hard, but easily remaining on his feet.
"Maple...." A quiet voice cursed and America glanced down with surprise and he felt his eyes widen with equal amounts of shock and surprise at what he had bumped into and knocked over, "What hit me?!" The voice was so quiet that America had to strain his ears to even hear what the male had said.
"Sorry, my bad!" America laughed it off, easily picking up the man to his feet and trying to ignore his painfully beating heart because the boy's face looked so familiar and almost exactly like his! "I didn't see you there."
"It's okay," The Canadian boy muttered, shyly averting his indigo eyes and also a bit shocked that this stranger looked rather similar to himself, "I'm fine, don't worry about it and I'm sorry for bumping into you." The male mumbled, face burning red when the stranger simply laughed at him cheerfully.
America was amused that the boy would apologise to him, even though it was his fault in the first place. He stared, trying to be subtle and failing rather miserably and realising it when the Canadian started to shift nervously, "Alfred Jones!" America introduced himself out-of-the-blue and offered his hand to the boy, unsure of why he was doing so because nations tended to avoid befriending humans since they had such short lifespans and died so easily.
But, there was just something about this Canadian that caught his attention and made that empty hole-feeling temporarily go away.
"O-oh, umm – Matthew Williams!" The Canadian shyly took his hand to shake it and quickly retracted his hand as if they were burned when they finished. America simply smiled brightly at Matthew, causing him to blush even deeper and avoid eye contact once again.
America then casually threw his arm over Matthew's shoulder, being rather forward and bold and making Matthew even more tense than he was before, "Hey, I'll buy you a burger or whatever since I knocked you down." Alfred winced slightly, now seeing that a bruise would probably appear on the Canadian's pale face. Then again, he was a country and had a lot more power and force than any normal human.
"N-no! You don't have to do that!" Matthew stuttered, now feeling the aching pain on his cheek and was far too uncomfortable with having this stranger (who was obviously American, judging by his accent) buy him a hamburger, "I-I'll be fine! I have to get to class–!"
America interrupted him by dragging him towards the fast food joint, ignoring his passive protests and general quietness. He knew what he was doing was wrong because nations and humans simply could not be casual friends.
However, he did not care because Matthew Williams made that deep and dark hole-like feeling in his chest from Canada's absence go away.
He was already addicted to that feeling.
Dunno why Canada wouldn't have a nation-person, but whatever. Should I continue with this one, too?
