The next morning, Canada awoke to the alarm next to his bed blaring in his ear. With a groan, he untangled himself from Cuba enough so that he could shut it off without waking up Ismael. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he grabbed his glasses and put them on his face before looking down at the tan man sleeping beside him.

Realizing that he had been staring for a few minutes, he just shook his head and got out of the bed. It always felt nice sleeping with Cuba, in the literal sense unfortunately. It didn't take long for him to get ready since he had showered last night, and all he had to do was put his suit on, brush his teeth and make his hair try and listen to him.

Once he was done, he wrote a quick note for when Cuba woke up saying that he would be back after lunch. Leaving it on the side table, he smiled at his still sleeping form and muttered a quiet "I love you" against his tan skin as he kissed his temple. With that, he left his house and drove his way to the place that he and America were scheduled to meet with their bosses.

"Who am I meeting again?" America asked, turning to his boss. Because of the old man, they were not only on time, but actually early. Which made Alfred cranky, because he couldn't sleep in as long as he wished.

"Canada. You're brother." The boss said for the tenth time. Had he known being President would mean dealing with this idiot all the time, he would have turned down the job.

Getting to the building just on time, Canada wasn't too surprised to see his boss standing outside the door. "Hello." He said politely, shaking hands with him.

"Hello Canada. Do I have to remind you what the meeting is about?" His boss knew what the answer would be, but it was always good to be prepared, especially when his brother was the way he was.

He shook his head as he answered. "No it's ok. I just have to make sure he doesn't try an take everything from me unfairly. It's been the same all my life." The only reason they were going over it was because it was mandatory for the bosses and nations to have separate meetings.

When they both walked through the doors, Canada was almost immediately hugged violently by America while their bosses just shook hands. "Hi Al." Canada wheezed, trying to breathe though the bear hug.

"Hey, Mike! How are you doing?" America said, letting him go. "Not hanging around with commies, I can see. Because you don't have red eyes or horns."

Twitching slightly, Canada didn't know which comment was worse. "It's Matthew. You know, your brother for a hundred and forty two years?" But he definitely wasn't going to say anything about being with Cuba last night, or the fact that they had been 'going out' for a while now.

"That's what I said!" Alfred sat down. Had it really been that long? He could only remembering having a brother for... um... when did they meet, anyway? Oh well, it wasn't that important. "Anyway, we want your snowmen. And women too, I guess."

Putting his head in his hands, America's boss shook his head. "No, this has nothing to do with snowmen. We are building an aluminum plant fairly close to the border, and it needs a lot of energy. We wanted to ask if we could buy some."

"Buy some? Why do we want to waste money! Michigan will just give it to us, won't you?" He asked, looking at Canada.

Torn between wanting to smash either his or his brother's face into the wall, he went with the passive route as always. "I'm Canada. And I have already told you that I won't give you anymore electricity for free. It wouldn't work for my economy unless you trade us instead of buying."

Giving his boss a pathetic look and gesturing to Alfred, he just mumbled. "You can leave me with him."

Both bosses got up and left, a relieved look on their faces. America stood up, going to the chalk board in the room. "Anyway, I shall state the reasons that you should give us energy." He said, seriously. On the board he drew a quick sketch of two stick figures hugging, with little hearts around them. "One, because we are bro's, and we love each other." Then he drew more stick figures around the two hugging, these all having horns. "And two, I will scare off all the commies." He put down the chalk, but then seemed to get another idea. "Oh yeah, and hamburgers! You can have hamburgers! I can let you have some McDonald's or something!" Everyone wanted McDonald's!

Seriously, he did love his brother but he made it so hard not to do anything to him. "Al, listen. I'm not here because we are brothers, or because I want you to protect me from communists OR," He said loudly, interrupting America who looked like he was about to talk, "to get McDonald's. I am here because we are supposed to discuss the power needs of your new aluminum plant. Plus, I would like to discuss possible problems with pollution both of the water and air, because they will both affect me.

Rolling his eyes and making blah blah blah motions with his hand, America started to draw on the board again. "I have that under control. Japan already told me that he had begun work on the giant robot." It was true, he had! A while ago, when Alfred had been asking about it and asking about it, Kiku had finally cracked and told him that they had started it already, but he had wanted to keep it a surprise for America's birthday!

Since he knew he wasn't going to be getting anywhere with him like usual, Matthew let his thoughts wander. At first they were about the meeting and the like, but eventually they drifted back to the Cuban that he had left this morning in bed. Just how long would it take him to finally ask for sex himself? Was he really content with just getting blown or jerked off? Canada knew that it was nice, but it would be nicer to finally have more in their relationship. How could he let Ismael know without saying anything?

"Wow, Maroon, you're agreeing to have a nuclear power plant in your country so that when it breaks down we will have a league of Super Hero's? You've never said yes to that before!" Alfred started thinking of ways they could make different kinds of Super Heroes. Maybe if they put glass in the power plant it will make someone invisible...

"Wait... What? I didn't say yes to that for the last fifty years, why would you think I would change my mind now?" All he was doing was thinking of different ways he could get Ismael aroused enough to finally take him. Maybe if he was to walk around naked all the time he would finally ask for sex? Although, that would be extremely embarrassing if someone came over...

"Well you were nodding when I brought it up like a minute ago. Seriously, you are so oblivious." If they put rocks in, they could make rock men!

"I wasn't nodding about that. And It's Canada." Maybe, he thought, the reason he hadn't gone all the way with him was because he was still a bit awkward about being with a man. Sure it wasn't illegal to be homosexual in Cuba, but it still wasn't ok to be 'flaunting' it. Perhaps he felt like it would change their relationship for the worse. Or maybe... Maybe he didn't want to have sex with him because he still preferred women that way.

Sighing, Alfred kept on with his ideas. He had been so exited about the Super Heroes. "Oh, remember that day that I came to your house unexpected and you opened the door in the middle of swimming, so you were all wet, barely wearing anything and out of breath?" It was amazing. He hadn't even known Canada had a pool in his house. "Well, that same day, Cuba had a fight with me again. Just thought you would want to know, because I think he was wearing your shirt. Proving that he is a thief."

Canada remembered that day quite clearly since it was the day where America almost found out about their relationship. "He's not a thief. It probably just looked like one of my shirts. But anyway, this has nothing to do with what we are supposed to be meeting about. How about we just go get something to eat and call it a day?"

Slamming his hand on the table, America yelled "BURGERS!" And ran out of the room. He passed his boss on the way, talking to that other boss, but hardly noticed them, thinking only about the last hour when he had not had anything to eat.

Watching his brother run out of the room, Matthew just let out a sigh. "Or you can go get something to eat." Anyways, this was perfect. It gave him time to start planning out ways to get Ismael to finally want to consummate their relationship.

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Leaning on the concrete barrier, Ismael looked out to the ocean. There was a reflection of the moon on the water, moving gently with the waves. "See, I told you this place was amazing." He said, turning to Canada, who was hardly wearing anything because of how hot it was.

Nodding his head, Canada's hand hovered near Cuba's, waiting to hold it. "Your country is beautiful." He had made sure that he was in a place that when the tide came crashing in, he would be sure to get wet at least a little bit.

Suddenly there was a big crash, and a spray of water came over head. Laughing, Cuba pushed an escaped dread lock out of his face, looking over at Matthew just in time to see the water over him sparkling in the moonlight and the blond to smile. "Maybe we should go home, we're both soaked."

"I'm ok if you want to stay out. Maybe we could get some ice cream?" If they were to go home now, then his plan would be ruined. All Ismael needed was to know that he was ready and willing... Right? If anything, he would get to spend more time with him and also have some ice cream. Even if it ended up with just heavy petting it would be better than nothing.

Nodding, Cuba agreed. He would never pass up the chance to get ice cream. So they headed to a place that had good ice cream. Before opening the door, he turned to Matthew. "But promise me that you won't try to pay like you always do."

Laughing quietly, he said. "But I always feel bad when you pay." As with the request though, he let Cuba pay for two ice cream cones and hand one to Matthew. "Thank you."

"Anything for you." He smiled, licking the wonderful coldness. Ice cream was just so good. He watched Canada's pink tongue dart out, licking a drip. How did that manage to make him think of when Matthew was sucking him off, and he licked the precum? He did it every time, and this was the same move.

Watching Ismael in the corner of his eye, Canada made his way outside. "This is good, thank you again. Cuban ice cream has something different that makes it more appealing for some reason." Catching another drip on his finger, he took the cone in his other hand and sucked the white liquid off his hand.

Shaking his head, Ismael bent down slightly so he could whisper in his ear. "If you keep doing that, I might just pull you behind a building and do something to you. Now, you wouldn't want that, would you?" He smiled, taking a suggestive lick of Canada's ice cream.

"In public?" Canada asked with a raised eyebrow. Apparently his plan wasn't going to work out. If he already wouldn't have sex with him on a bed, then he definitely wouldn't make their first time outside in a semi-public place. Going back to eating his cone regularly, he started to look around the walk at the plethora of friendly people and all the vintage cars. "Your country really is amazing. I have nothing like this back home."

Looking around, Ismael didn't really see anything particularly amazing, but he kept that to himself. "You're welcome to visit anytime. We all love Canada." He wanted to give him a kiss, but of course he couldn't. They were still in public and that wouldn't be good.

Taking a risk, he reached up and gave a quick peck on Ismael's cheek. "You don't know how happy that makes me." Well, being ignored by your family tended to make people love compliments.

They continued to walk down the path by the ocean, occasionally getting sprayed by the ocean mist. It wasn't until they almost got to Old Havana that Cuba called a taxi for them to go back to his house.