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America x Canada, World x Canada

Rated: T

Translations: Vive le Québec libre! = Long Live Free Québec!

Ottawa, Canada

Matthew wasn't exactly sure when the last time France actually came to Canada, but he was guessing it was quite a damn while. Well, now that he really thought about it, France's last visit wasn't exactly a happy one, with him shouting 'Vive le Québec libre!' and all in 1967. Yeah, Canada wasn't too fond of France back then...

But now their relations were good, and France treated Canada with his usual and slightly overwhelming affection – giving him kisses on each cheek, not even noticing the snickering and weirded-out people passing them by. "Francis, stop it." Matthew muttered, a bit uncomfortable as Francis huddled up close to him – shivering a bit from the cold winds.

"Matthieu – how do you stand this weather?!" France demanded, he was freezing despite being thickly layered in his fashionable European clothes. For once, France had an excuse to be very close to Canada, who was simply shaking his head at him.

"Francis – I've lived in this for all my life." Matthew said with a bit of amusement – remembering fondly. After all, the cold weather was how they had first met. Little Canada had found France passed out in the cold snow, and had helped him recover from Hypothermia.

Of course, he also remembered waking up terrified at France's pedo-face observing him rather intensely... which caused him to run away...

"There is so much snow!" France complained, having a bit of trouble walking through the thick snow. Francis glanced around, his blue eyes were intently observing the houses around them – his eyes turned questioning after a moment, though Canada didn't really notice as he absently sipped at his hot chocolate.

"Matthieu," France begin curiously, causing Canada to hum slightly in response. But then Matthew spat out his hot chocolate at France's question, rather annoyed by it, "Where are all your igloos?" Francis asked, as if the question wasn't stupid at all.

Canada frowned with immense irritation, giving France a look as if he were stupid, "Francis," Matthew twitched lightly, "Canada is just as modernised as Europe. Canada does have normal homes that people live in." Matthew really felt like chucking his hot chocolate in Francis' face as he looked doubtful.

"But mon cheri – my citizens think that you Canadiens live in igloos because you have such frigid weather!" France insisted, still turning his head to try and spot an igloo the Canadiens were oh-so famous for.

Canada really had to hold himself back from wanting to bash France in his pretty little face. "We do have heating systems in houses." Matthew didn't look too impressed with Francis – who still looked a bit confused by the complete lack of igloos around.

"Alright – you want to see an igloo?" Canada grit out, and France nodded eagerly, "You're going to have to wait for a while, then." Matthew stated as he then started to drag Francis to the airport (and France looked a bit confused by it all).

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Some Hours Later... in Nunavut Territory...

"There, you happy?" Canada demanded to ask as France was practically on top of him, shivering visibly from the cold Arctic air. "Igloos are only really used as temporary shelters by the Aboriginals in the far north." Matthew explained dully, not really affected by the freezing cold. "Go in the igloo if you're cold!" Canada snapped, snickering as France practically dove into said snow structure eagerly, disappearing from view.

Canada really was tempted in leaving France here...

... (But that was just mean, and there just wasn't a Canadian on Earth who was mean...)

Igloos – people think Canadians all live in igloos because of the cold weather. It ain't true – I've never seen an igloo in my life...

Alright, do I have any European readers? I would like particularly hear any Canadian stereotypes that Europeans have...