I am a bitch for leaving this story hanging for so long, sorry bout that! Partly because I had no inspiration on how to write a GN story for either of the characters, and partly because I was budy studying. To celebrate my 4.0 GPA, here's a Canada! Enjoy!

Reference from Youtube video : (ENG SUB) Good Night with Canada (HD)

After all the shit I had done with America, my mischievous desire had been thoroughly sated and the good mood cured me of my insomnia for a wonderful month.

Of course, everything comes back in a cycle, and my insomnia hit me full-force in the face after the blissful month, leaving me with the incessant ticking of the clock as the hour hand crawled towards 1a.m.

Dark circles larger than a panda's, I reached across to grab my phone on the bedside table.

I needed some peace and quiet.

"Canada." It had only taken me a split second to associate those two words with him.

Scrolling down to my contact, I clicked Canada's contact, hoping desperately that he would pick up at this absurd time in the night.

The phone rang as I toyed with a loose string on my blanket.

The line clicked into connection, and hope coursed through me.

"Hello?" A familiar voice travelled through my phone. A sticky smearing sound followed next and I cringed a little.

"Who are you?" The voice continued.

I faceplanted into my bed.

"Oh, uh, Kumajiro, could you call Canada over?"

"Who is that?" I could hear Kumajiro's claws clicking as the polar bear tried his best to hold the phone close to his furry ear with clumsy paws.

"The one who always hugs—" The phone on the other end clattered to the floor with a 'plop', "—you..." I trailed off.

It took me a while to register that the sound of a phone hitting the floor was definitely not a soft 'plop'.

Soon after, Canada's soothing voice (mixed with a little sleepiness in) crackled through the speaker of my own phone.

"Kumamono-san! Why are you eating maple syrup again! I told you not to eat so much! It's unhealthy for you!" A smile cracked open on my sleep-deprived face as I listened to Canada 'scold' Kumajiro. He was trying his best to sound fierce and intimidating, but his soft voice was not helping much. He reminded me of a mother trying to patiently teach her own child instead.

"Its KU. MA. JI. RO. Canada! KUMAJIRO! Get your own pet's name right!" I shouted into the phone, startling Canada on the other end.

"Wha—Kumaniro-san! My phone! Its covered in maple syrup! And—oh my, when have you learnt to call with a smartphone?"

I punched my pillow as Canada pronounced Kumajiro's name wrongly again.

"Oh god, hello? Hello? I'm so sorry for Kumakata-san's mistake, I didn't know he would disturb you at this time, I'm so terribly sorry—"

"Ku. Ma. Ji. Ro." I interjected, enunciating each syllable carefully. "Oh, and it wasn't his fault, I was the one who called you."

I could hear the confusion in Canada's voice as he spoke, "It was you? Oh, and here I thought—wait—Kunojiro-san! When did you learn how to pick up a phone call?"

I strained my ears to only hear a muffled thud on the other line, and Canada calling out the wrong name once again. "...no! I'm going to lock all the syrup away tomorrow!...Kuma...get down from the counter!..."

Canada turned his attention exasperatedly to me, his voice holding that tiny bit of annoyance that you wouldn't ever hear if you didn't listen closely enough. "Sorry, Kumajiro-san is being a nuisance with his addiction to maple syrup. What did you call me for? Is there an emergency?"

"Oh...uh..." I paused, wondering whether I should request for his assistance in counting sheep when I had obviously disrupted his own sleep (and unintentionally helped save Kumajiro from dying of excessive consumption of syrup).

"Its fine, just tell me. Is there something troubling you?" The tiny note of annoyance melted back into soft concern, and my heart melted along with it.

"Yeah. Could you count sheep for me?"

Canada was such a cinnamon roll.

He was the ultimate roll filled with saccharine goodness and sugar-coated with love, hopes and dreams.

Responding to a friend in need, he threw down everything he had on hand, washed Kumajiro and himself rid of maple syrup, and rushed to my doorstep at two a.m in the morning to help me count sheep.

Canada settled into the chair (which England once sat in) by my bed, Kumajiro safely tucked between his arms.

"Count sheep..." Canada breathed, a small frown forming on his forehead, "But if I count sheep, you probably wouldn't hear me very well, will you?"

I blinked at Canada cluelessly. I saw his mouth move, but I heard nothing. I leaned in closer, "Sorry, what? I couldn't hear you very well."

Canada sighed deeply. "There's the problem."

I leaned in closer, cupping my hand to my ear. "SORRY, WHAT WERE YOU SAYING AGAIN?"

Canada opened his mouth to repeat, until he saw my face turning red from all the pent-up laughter. He sighed deeply as snorts of laughter exploded from me.

"Don't worry, I can hear you very well(sometimes). " I muttered the last part to myself, sending a comforting smile to Canada.

"But I-I'm not very good at counting sheep...if I try and count too loudly, I'm just going to keep you up..." He trailed off, fidgeting with Kumajiro's squishy paws.

"The only time you're loud is when you're making America cry."

Canada reddened, looking sheepishly at the floor. I smacked him lightly on the arm, breaking the awkward pause. "C'mon Canada, there is a reason I called you and not the others here." I proceeded to wink at him.

"Well...if you put it that way...I'll try my best then..."

I grinned in anticipation, flopping back onto my bed.

"Alright, I'm going to count now, so please close your eyes, relax, and listen." Canada's warm voice calmed me, my eyes drifting shut on its own accord.

"Are you ready?"

I replied with a nod.

"Alright, I'm going to start counting, okay?" Canada quietly dragged his chair closer to my bed.

"One sheep...two sheep...three sheep..." His voice washed over me, and the Goddess of Sleep finally arrived, my body ready for a long awaited rest.

"...Seventeen sheep...eighteen sheep...nineteen sheep..."

Halfway to dreamland, I waited for the twentieth sheep to jump over the fence.

Silence greeted my ears.

"...Hm?" I opened one eye to find Canada's mouth still moving. He was still counting, yet I couldn't hear anything.

I watched as he mouthed "twenty-four sheep".

Canada stopped immediately when he caught my one sneaky eye staring at him. "Yes...?" He mouthed.

"No...no, nothing, it's fine. Continue." I couldn't bear to tell him to raise his voice out of his comfort zone when he had already made so much effort to make the trip to my house. I closed my eyes and snuggled further into my cocoon of blankets, already sufficiently comforted by Canada's presence.

The clock ticked by, the hour hand crawling towards 3 a.m.

"...one-hundred sheep..." Canada's voice faded back in, but I was already gallivanting away with the sleep angels in my dream.

"Ah! I had already got to a hundred? Even though I counted that much, I'm pretty sure you're not even sleepy...oh." Canada glanced at my drooling mess of a face and chuckled. "Looks like you're out cold, huh? I wonder if you heard my counting properly..."

Canada chuckled again, pulling the polar bear who had fallen asleep to his counting closer to his chest. "I'm glad. Alright, we should start heading home now, Kumajiro-san."

I shot up with a scream.

Canada stumbled back into the chair in fright, Kumajiro stirred awake by all the ruckus.

"YOU GOT HIS NAME RIGHT! YOU GOT HIS NAME RIGHT FOR ONCE!" I pointed agitatedly at Kumajiro and Canada. "SAY IT AGAIN, CANADA, SAY IT!"

"W-what? K-Kumadoro-san?" Canada looked down on the white polar bear, confused.

"Who are you?" The disoriented bear asked.

Canada's eyes glowed an unearthly violet-blue for a split second. "I'M CANADA!" He shouted (or rather, whisper-shouted). Canada caught himself, realising he had acted out of character. "Oh! Oh no, I'm so sorry—"

"THAT'S IT!" I rolled out of bed, interrupting his apology. "I'M DONE! CANADA. KUMAJIRO. I'M GOING TO TEACH YOU BOTH HOW TO REMEMBER EACH OTHER'S FUCKING NAME!"

"Step 1, you must make an impression with Kumajiro. A very, very deep impression." I crossed my arms, stopping in front of Canada and Kumajiro who were now sitting nicely back down on the chair.

Canada and Kumajiro locked eyes.

"Who are you?" Kumajiro spit out without hesitation.

"NO, NO, NO, NEIN! NEIN YOU BASTARD!" I hollered, slamming both hands against the wall. "NEIN!"

"Why are you speaking German—"

"Canada! You! Stand up." I circled the Nation, appraising his outfit as he stood up, towering over me.

"Did you come out of Fairyland?! What is this terribly attractive hoodie?! Get rid of it!" I waved an upset hand at his fashion. I turned to my walk-in closet, digging out a black leather jacket. "Here, put this over!"

"But you just said my hoodie was attr—"

"Shhhhh...shhhhhh my child..." I pressed in closer, moving a finger to his lips. "You need a deeper impression."

Canada, utterly confused but still a cinnamon roll, followed my instructions. Kumajiro sat on the floor watching his owner transform.

Canada looked like he belonged in the front cover of a fashion magazine with just a simple leather jacket. He awkwardly adjusted the jacket when he caught his own reflection in the mirror hanging behind me.

I snapped my fingers in approval as I looked him up and down. "Good. You look hella sexy. Now tell Kumajiro your name."

"Uh..urm..I'm Canada..?" The Nation shifted slightly to face his polar bear, bewildered by my unexpected compliment and mildy uncomfortable in a leather jacket that he knew (thought) it didn't suit him.

Kumajiro nodded slightly, as if seeing his owner first time in a new light. "Canada," he echoed.

Canada turned to me with wide eyes. "Ku—Kumarero-san remembered my name!"

I sent him a grin. "Kumajiro, here, try and roar as loud as you can." I curled my hands into claws, "Try to be as scary as possible."

Kumajiro took a few seconds to prepare, and gave it his all.

"Rawr!" The polar bear opened his cute maw.

I gripped my heart, reeling into the closet doors as the adorableness hit me in all its full glory. Gasping loudly, I managed to string a whole sentence together. "O-Okay...now...tell Canada your name..."

"I'm Kuma—Kumajiro...?" The bear cocked his head, "Kumamon?" Kumajiro had been spending too much time with an owner who couldn't remember his name, till he had forgotten his own name too.

I sucked in a horrified breath. "Non, non! It's Kumajiro, repeat after me! Kumajiro! The other name is copyrighted!"

"Why is it French now—"

"My name is Kumajiro." The polar bear looked determinedly at his owner.

"Kumajiro." Canada waved excitedly at himself, "What about my name, can you still remember it?"

The bear paused.

I gulped.

"Who are you?"

I opened my window, the cold night air rushing through, filling the room—

and I jumped.

I could hear Canada's voice (finally reaching average levels of loudness) screaming my name as I rushed towards the ground.

Executing a perfect foward roll, I came to a stop with one knee and a hand on the grassy ground to steady myself.

The front door to my house burst open moments later, and Canada with Kumajiro dashed out, vaulting over the low picket fence bordering my backyard.

"You gave me such a fright! You bâtard!" Canada swore in French, checking me over worriedly to see if I had sustained any wounds.

I brushed blades of grass from my stained pajamas coolly, then patted the spooked Kumajiro on the head. "This is what I call making a deep impression."

"Its not healthy to give everyone heart attacks whenever you do it!" Canada reprimanded me, "I'm sure there are other ways like—like...America!"

"America? Pssh. Being loud and annoying is even more worse than giving everyone heart attacks." I flipped a nonchalant hand. "And it wouldn't suit you at all—being loud and in-your-face like America I mean. You'll only get mistaken more for America if you tried that. Kumajiro would remember you as Hamburger boy—it wouldn't be you."

Canada's mauve eyes flashed with a emotion that I couldn't read in the split second it appeared. "Well, then other than these kinds of suicidal jumps, do you have any more ideas?"

A childish grin split my face open. "I think...I might have some idea of what to do."

Canada sighed heavily, rolling his eyes. "Oh god. No."

We returned to my room, and I changed into another clean pair of pajamas.

I glanced at the large clock face. Three twenty-five. Why is it that everytime I invite someone over it always ends up with me sleeping later than usual?

I shook my head, focusing on Canada who was feeding the hungry Kumajiro some pocket snacks he had in his hoodie.

"I've always wondered that if the scenes in the animes I watched would work in real life." I started, unable to keep the grin off my face.

Canada groaned. "Now what anime is it?"

"Hm. There are too many to name, but do you know those bespectacled characters? They always change personalities whenever someone takes their glasses off." My fingers twiddled conspiratorially.

Canada almost looked offended. "What? No! I don't change personalities! I'm definitely not an anime character!"

"You never know until you try!" I pounced in the middle of my sentence, catching the Canadian off guard as I grabbed onto his glasses, careful not to crush them under my enthusiastic grip. Kumajiro watched with amusement from his nest of pillows on my bed (when the heck did he get there?).

"Ah—" Canada flailed, trying to adjust to the sudden blurriness in his vision.

I threw my glasses towards the smart Kumajiro, who caught it flawlessly with his mouth and placed it gently down next to him.

"So?" I stood expectantly with my hands behind my back, head tilted upwards to the tall Nation.

Canada froze suddenly. He turned his face down towards the floor, his slightly long and curly hair covering his features. A dark shadow enveloped his face and my heart skipped a beat.

No. Not in attraction, but in fear that I might have actually gone too far.

I gulped. Shit. Did I make Canada angry? I acted like a brat, for sure, but I didn't mean to make him angry. "C-Canada? Urm...I'm sorry. A-are you angry?" I leaned in closer, trying to catch a glimpse of his face.

The moment my eyes met with Canada's violet orbs, I felt the air being knocked out of me as my back slammed into the wall by an unknown force.

I gathered my breath and opened my eyes, ignoring the dull ache in my lower back from the hard contact with the wall. "C-Canada!"

Canada had his both hands against the wall, trapping me in between. He was breathing heavily, his mauve-coloured eyes boring into me. I noticed that he eerily looked like America, almost a second copy except for his oddly coloured eyes and a face that was more heart-shaped than America's sharp oval. My heart sped up at this turn of events, mouth dry and at a lost for words.

Is this the famous kabedon I've been seeing in those animes?! What?! Why is Canada doing this?! Did—did he really have a personality change?!

My mind raced as beads of cold sweat slid down my forehead. "Uh...uh Canada, I know I swing both ways...but uh...don't you think its too...fast?" I tried holding my hands up in front of me like a shield, but all I touched was Canada's firm, muscled chest. I coughed awkwardly and put my hands down again, accidentally dragging them sensually down his torso due to the small constraint of space. "Canada? Y-you're still Canada right...? D-did your personality change or something?"

My fingers tingled as Canada continued to stare at me intensely. My eyes flitted left and right as I tried to avoid his gaze. My mind was in a jumble, calculating how to escape from a Nation that possessed inhuman strength and speed.

SAVE ME! SOMEONE SAVE ME FROM THIS AWKWARD SITUATION! PLEASE! OH MY GOD PLEASE!

Canada moved an inch closer. His straight nose was a milimetre away from mine, those damned eyes still focused on mine.

I dropped my eyes, focusing on Canada's chin. "C-Canada?" I whispered, afraid to move. His maple-syruped breath fanned across my face and I blinked nervously.

I DIDN'T PLAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN! No! Please don't let anything happen!

After a few more seconds of insufferable silence, punctuated by Canada's and my heavy breathing, the cinnamon roll I had come to know suddenly sandwiched my face in between his large hands—and squeezed.

"Mmmf! Mandaga...slop!" Canada, stop! My hand punched into Canada's abdomen, but he still stayed rooted to the ground.

Canada's serious expression broke into the familiar smile I knew, chuckling at my fish-face as he squeezed harder.

I relaxed, all tension leaving my muscles. So Canada was still Canada.

"Let merf go!" I protested, glaring at the laughing Nation.

Canada only released me when he was unable to hold on from laughing too hard. He doubled over, wiping the tears gathering at the corner of his eyes. "Was...was I impressionable?" Canada wheezed, "Did I scare you? Was my acting realistic? How was it? Tell me!"

Canada's bright eyes glinted with amusement as I nodded. "Y-yeah. Very. Very impressionable indeed. You almost gave me a heart attack." I wiped the sweat from my forehead and sighed. "I was thinking that the glasses personality changing thing really worked."

"But—" I continued, rage surging through me, "YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE AN IMPRESSION ON KUMAJIRO, NOT ME, YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" I pulled my fist back and punched Canada again. Hard. "Invasion of private space! INVASION! IT'S RUDE, CANADA!"

Rude and Canada really didn't fit together in the same sentence. It felt weird to say that to one of the nicest country I knew.

Canada easily caught my fist, a happy grin stuck on his face. I narrowed my eyes. He apologised, "Sorry, but at least now I know I can still do it. Be impressionable, I mean."

I fell silent and Canada's smile faltered a little.

We both knew that his greatest fear was being forgotten.

"Well...yeah...great job, Canada!" I perked up, slapping him on the arm encouragingly. "Back to what we were doing, do you still remember that cute little runt's name?"

Canada picked his glasses up from the bed, and said, "Kumawari, right?"

Kumajirou looked up at the same time and said, "Who are you?"

I gave a scream of frustration as both pet and owner looked at each other and laughed. Kumajirou's laughter was just short bursts of high-pitched growls, which was weird to say in the least. It was the first time in my life I ever saw a polar bear laugh.

"You know what? Let's stop this, you two are cursed to forget each other's name forever." I rubbed my temple. Canada and Kumajirou was still in fits of laughter. "Yeah, yeah, keep laughing, I'm going to sleep now. Scoot over, Kumajirou."

The white bear obliged and I slipped into my soft covers. "You can keep the leather jacket if you want, Canada."

"Mm? No, no, its fine, I don't want it." Canada scratched the back of his neck, a light smile gracing his features. "I don't think I need it. I like my hoodies better."

"I knew you would say that—" My trusty phone snapped a photo of Canada in leather, "—and so I need this picture for commemoration."

Horror mixed with embarrassment manifested itself in a red blush on Canada's cheeks. "Oh no! Please don't post it on there! Delete it!" His voice rose to normal levels of volume.

I feigned innocence, my fingers making quick work as I grinned at him. "Post on where?"

"That—that Instagram account! The one with all the photos! I saw Germany's in there!" Flustered Canada threw off the leather jacket, picking up his hoodie and Kumajirou.

"Oh, you mean this one?" I held up the phone, where the Instagram page showed the uploaded photo of Canada in my leather jacket.

He turned a fiery red when he read the caption under the picture. "Wh—I-I'm not a sexy beast! Delete it!" Canada made to grab my phone, cursing all the way in a mix of French and English when I pressed the power button, and the screen darkened.

"Oh mon Dieu! Merde! (Shit!) What's your password—please tell me!" Canada inserted random numbers, trying to unlock my phone.

"My password is 23 characters long."

"For fuck's sake—"

Canada continued spewing colourful choices of words while I settled back into my warm blankets. It was rare to hear him curse in this amount. "Have fun figuring it out! Bonne nuit!" I gave Canada a little wave.

The noises faded as I slipped into a deep sleep, a small mischievous smile still lingering on my lips.

"SHIT! Oh my god, America will tease me so much for this!" Canada almost had a mental breakdown as the phone buzzed at the sixth wrong password, locking down into a timer of one hour.

"No!" Canada furiously tapped at the screen of my phone, but the phone just responded with more vibrations. "Non!

Kumajirou watched quietly from the floor. He tapped a paw on Canada's foot, calling for his owner's attention. Canada looked down to his best friend in defeat, the phone dangling in his hand.

"Hungry."

Canada sighed.

"Go home!" Kumajiro whined, moving to sit directly on Canada's foot.

"Okay...we'll go home now." Canada picked the bear up, and fought the urge to throw my phone into the toilet. The cinnamon roll placed it back (not so gently) onto the bedside table. "I'm going to get hounded by America...argh."

Canada sighed again, muting his own phone in anticipation of America's calls and messages.

I continued sleeping on well as the door clicked close behind Canada and Kumajirou.