Smut implied CanAme! It is just plain ludicrous. Really sorry about that. I was going for some sort of serious plot, but it did not work out that way. Next one though, I promise.
2P!Canada is shamelessly based off of some pictures I saw on Google. No idea who to credit, but let it be known I am crediting them... so... uh... that is like the metaphorical head nod to the right people!
I own nothing. Rated M.
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Canada had always had some reservations about the way America acted.
The northern nation did like and tolerate his neighbor. He was often asked to corral her more... unusual behaviors, and she had always listened to him. Mostly. There were times he swore she was out to get him, but they were few and far between. Other times, he was certain that America had no idea how she seemed to the rest of the world.
Overly bright, bubbly, happy, and frankly... nuts. Not that she was insane. He knew. He had her tested by her own government, and his. No, America was just a little too mercurial in her nature.
However, she could be very sweet and caring. That being said, he'd never been forced to endure watching her flirt with a version of him. No, not Russia. Canada. Well, a version of Canada.
Because, America had to show him the device she'd been working on. It was supposed to help with cold fusion. Canada had thought it would be two coke cans stung together with plutonium or some other fatal thing
He'd been nearly startled out of his skin, when America actually started going over the mechanics of it all in great detail. Sometimes, he forgot that she was brilliant when she wanted to be. Or was focused enough.
He was still, rightly, nervous about the whole thing though.
She was busy prattling on about the chemical compounds, and chain reactions. However, Canada was distracted by staring at the gizmo. Roughly the size of a refrigerator, that sat innocently behind America's work bench in her garage.
A true, honest to goodness, machine! With real parts and equations on a nearby black board, that made sense! In theory, it should have worked. It had failed in actually creating fusion in that aspect, miserably. Yet it had not been a total dud.
It had, instead, after the smoke and what looked like purple lightening had cleared-while Canada ducked behind the counter as America laughed heartily-, allowed for a figure to emerge. Canada could sense it was him. Or... some aspect of him? Perhaps a doppelganger?
The other him was slightly taller. A cigarette in his mouth, as the long haired, but somehow more masculine version of Canada glanced around.
"What the fuck?" The low timber of the man caused America to shiver slightly. Her blue eyes, the ones Canada knew so well, were sparkling with mirth.
"Well," She said, looking over to Canada as Texas flashed from the rays of sunlight that managed to peek inside the garage. She laughed with giddy merriment or perhaps nervousness. "I think I might have had my math a bit off, dude."
Jaded violet eyes, glanced at them, as the man lowered his shades. Canada stared at a more hardened version of himself in near awe. He had a ponytail? That was actually, rather, nice. Though he wasn't crazy about the red coat. America was going to... oh no.
Canada blinked, his eyes wide, as he watched America go closer to the unknown nation. Well, not totally unknown. Canada knew it was himself. Sort of.
"Holy shit," The secondary Canada muttered with a slow and lazy smile etched on his face. "What do we have here?"
America glanced at him, wiping the traces of grease off her hands and onto her jeans.
"I'm America dude!" She said brightly with a wide smile and a loud laugh. "You're what? France?"
The jaded violet eyes narrowed thoughtfully.
"No need to be insulting," he said, using two fingers to remove the cigarette from his mouth.
She grinned widely. "Maybe, but then again, I don't know you from Adam." Her more argumentative side poked through, as she looked at the newcomer. America placed her hands on her hips, and her blonde hair fell softly to the side as she tilted her head.
The gruffer Canada blinked, and then returned her grin with one of his own. "That so?"
America paused, something flittered across her eyes. Canada had a sinking feeling. She appraised the red-coated male nation.
"I can help you get to know me better," the secondary Canada offered with a tone that suggested it wasn't really an option to say 'no'.
"Hmm," America replied with a slight sparkle to her eyes. "I really don't need any help. I am the hero."
"Then it would be un-heroic to leave me here all by myself," the jaded violet eyes gleamed as the male nation leered at her. "I'm all lost and shit."
A smile tugged at her lips, and America nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, I guess."
"Guess all you like girlie, but just do it over here." He said, as he pointed to the ground right in front of him.
Canada's mouth gaped open and he was terrified by the idea that America was going to fly into an explosive rage. No one told America what to do! Never! Everyone knew what she would do to them if they tried.
"Am-America," Canada said softly, hoping to stay her unusually strong onslaught from messing up his other self's face. "He... he did-didn't mean it."
She seemed not to hear him. That or someone had drugged America, because she casually moved to stand right in front of the more rugged Canada. Whose darker violet eyes glinted with arousal and he put his arm around her waist.
Canada's eyes nearly popped out of his head when America allowed it.
"You're cute." She said with a slight giggle.
"You ain't so bad yourself."
Something twisted in Canada's stomach. He felt sick and hot all at once. That feeling grew heavier. It coiled tightly until it was ready to snap. He couldn't believe it!
He felt angry! A bit of jealousy laced the anger as he watched his counterpart brush back a lock of America's hair. Canada's hands shook as they clenched into fists. He was going to put a stop to this. It was totally wrong! She couldn't be letting that guy put his hands all over her. Or being happy about it.
America shouldn't like a jerk like this... jerk!
"You two," Canada said, a little forcefully. Loud enough to actually be heard over the flirtations of the pair of nations who had thoroughly been ignoring him. "You two should stop... at once."
His other self, seemed content to dismiss anything he had to say, but America turned toward him. Her face was slightly flushed, and her blue eyes seemed locked onto his upset violet ones. She moved away from his counterpart, and stared at Canada as if she has never seen him before. A look of delight flashed across her face.
"Hey girlie," The secondary Canada said nearly gutturally. "Where are you going? Our party was just getting started." He mused with a devilishly handsome smirk.
Canada felt his face grow hot at the idea that his other self was going to... going to... do something with America! How dare he.
However, America did not even react to the jaded Canada's words. She was too busy watching her lifelong neighbor with undisguised interest.
"What did you say?" The star-spangled nation questioned with a slightly breathy note to her voice.
"I told you to stop." Canada repeated again, his tone not nearly as commanding as his counterpart. His lighter lavender orbs locked with blue.
Every inch of America seemed to buzz with some hidden excitement. Her gaze widened and the blush on her cheeks deepened. She gave a deep and nearly dreamy sigh. The features he knew so well, after having known her for decades, were twisted in a soft sort of pleasure.
"You're telling me what to do?"
The question did not seem aggressive, nor displeased. If anything America's voice hinted at the possibility that she was excited by the idea.
Canada had no idea how to take that.
The blue of her eyes, nearly seemed to glimmer behind Texas. The longer Canada stared at her, the more she appeared to be nearly drunk on lust.
"Are you?" She asked again, swaying toward him slightly, "Telling me what to do?"
Canada gathered up his strength, and the gentle male nation nodded firmly.
"It is for the best." He said, trying desperately to keep his voice from cracking.
America bit her lower lip, and her flushed cheeks made her seem like the incarnate of innocent desire. Canada thought he might have a heart attack at the sight. She was his neighbor! He'd only had those thoughts when they were... a little younger. When he'd show up at the border and she was always waiting, a secretive smile on her face.
He'd wondered if she ever got that strange fluttering in her stomach too. But that was silly, and he couldn't feel that way about her. She was his ally.
And, it was America! She'd never thought of him as anything but a trading partner.
He had convinced himself of this, but as her blue eyes refused to look away from his lavender ones, something about the air around her nearly smoldered with longing.
Canada swallowed quickly. His hands trembled as he held back from sputtering apologies.
His other self sensed that something wasn't quite right. The quirky blonde that was all over him just a minute ago, seemed to forget he even existed. That irritated the secondary Canada. Especially since this version of America wasn't annoying the ever living fuck out of him. He wasn't just going to hand her over to some little lamb of a nation.
"What the fuck girlie?" he grumbled with narrowed eyes, "Get back here."
He reached for her, but America reacted by grabbing the hand that touched her, and twisting his wrist. The pain exploded in his arm, and the jaded Canada could only stare in mute shock over her strength.
"Hush," America said, not looking away from the gentler Canada. "I love it when he goes all bull moose on me."
Canada flushed to the roots of his hair, as America smiled at him. There was a predatory aspect to that normally cheerful smile. The glow of pleasure on her face made his heart race and he suddenly felt hot.
He had the feeling that maybe, just maybe, he'd misunderstood why America always wanted to spend time with him. The thought made him just a bit giddy. Not that Canada normally became giddy over the idea of America wanting to...
Wait, what did America want to do to him?
Or... with him?
The sweet mannered nation flushed until his whole face was red.
"What the hell are you talking about?" His other self half-snarled, making the attempt to yank his hand back but it was unsuccessful. "I'm more bull moose than this guy could ever hope to be. Look at him, he's like a perfect little angel by comparison to me."
America's blue eyes narrowed, and she actually looked at the newcomer with fury dancing in her gaze.
"Yeah," she said slowly, "it's time for you to go 'bye-bye' now."
The Jaded Canada could only gape as she flicked the switch on her machine and the purple lightening started again. She unceremoniously chucked him back through the opening from whence he came. He disappeared in a flurry of smoke, curses, and America's satisfied laughter.
Canada could only gulp as she practically sashayed toward him. The look in her eyes promised a world of carnal delight. The lingering scent of chemicals mixed with her perfume and it made the moment seem much more real to the male nation.
"America?" He questioned. His voice broke slightly at the end of her name.
"Yes darlin'?" The star-spangled nation replied with a cat-that-ate-cream grin.
"What," he began nervously, "what are you doing?"
The blonde female hummed lowly in her throat. "Canada," she said in a playful tone instead of answering directly, "have I ever told you that I love it when you get forceful?"
"But...but... I-"
Her arms twined around the back of his neck. Her face drew closer toward his, and he could feel the heat radiating off of her. America's lips brushed across his languidly. She pulled back, as she looked at him with darkened blue eyes.
"You know how we used to play ball together?" She asked with a sparkle of mischief in her eyes.
He recalled the numerous times she hit him with a ball. If that counted as them 'playing' together. The male nation nodded quickly, but unsurely.
"Y-yes?"
She moved to whisper in his ear.
"Well, today, you're hitting a home run."
Canada could only sputter as America pushed him back up against her work bench.
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A week later, a cheerful America all but bounced into the world meeting. She seemed to be glowing with happiness as she found her seat. Canada was talking with Russia, and he flushed as soon as he saw her. She gave him a flirtatious wink.
"I really can't Russia," the shy nation said with regret.
"Thursday is the only day that will work." The Slavic nation returned. "I have not other time."
Canada shook his head, his features turned nervous, but determined.
"I'll have to forgo the meeting then," he replied with his hands fidgeting, "or we'll need to postpone it for a few months."
That was Canada's determined voice.
Russia frowned.
A certain star-spangled nation giggled to herself. Canada was standing up to Russia? That was like an aphrodisiac. A tingling started between her legs, and she was not going to ignore it. Now that she and Canada had become far more than simply neighbors.
And, they had only received three or four noise complaints. She could live with those numbers. Plus, there was something just magnetic about Canada when he was telling her what to do. She had a bit of a kink with that.
"Come on dude!" She interrupted easily, ignoring the half-growl from Russia at her rudeness. The female nation stood, then nearly skipped over to Canada's chair.
America began dragging Canada away.
"America!" He shouted loudly, for him at least, as he was unable to break her hold.
"What?" She said coyly, "I told you, I love it when you're forceful."
The other nations could only stare on in wonder, as America tugged Canada out into the hallway. Her laughter echoed, as did the surprised yelp of the male nation.
"America! Listen to me!" The northern nation demanded.
"Yeah, baby, talk to me like that," she all but purred back.
France promptly started clapping.