Hahahaha... I have become a bit obsessed with Hetalia, mostly America/Canada and Sweden/Finland, so... Yeah. I may write more random stuff...
Do not take any of this seriously... Please.
Of course, I own nothing. In fact I own APH about as much as Romano likes Germany.

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"Hey, Canada!"

"Hm?" Matthew looked up from his breakfast, there were a small number of people who knew where he lived, what either of them would be doing at his front door so early in the morning was beyond him. "Coming."

Upon opening the door the blond Canadian found his neighbour and brother country, Alfred, rocking back and forth on his heels. "America? Want to borrow some more syrup or something?"

"Later, first the hero has to tell you about his dream last night." The blue eyed blond jumped past the house's owner like it was nothing and into the kitchen.

Canada rolled his eyes at the hyper American. "Okay, but make it quick. I have a meeting with parliament today.

"Okay. So I was happily eating burgers when Russia came along and dumped a bottle of vodka or something on my head. Then Iggy took my burgers away and forced me to eat a bucket of scones."

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I'm getting there," Alfred smiled. "China appeared out of nowhere and tried hitting me with that spoon of his and being the hero I am, I dodged it. But then I was tied up and naked, Francis was taking pictures and it was really weird. The world went black for a second, or a minute, I can't remember..." He turned his attention to the pancakes on the table, Matt's breakfast, and started eating. "You abeered ou' a nobere ag beagt ub Fabce," He swallowed. "Then you kissed me."

"W-what!" Canada exclaimed, he looked off to the side as his face grew warmer.

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too, but you were really into it, then-"

"Don't say anymore, please?" He begged.

Alfred said nothing more, but moved closer and closer towards Matthew. Soon they were just a few centimetres apart. "I want you."

"No! America-!"

And that boys and girls, is how the idea of manifest destiny came to be.

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Yes, I was kind of bored when I wrote this.
I hope you enjoyed it none the less.
If you liked this, go check out my other stories, oh, and review.
I could go for some marshmellows...