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I'm glad you guys like nerdy Canada. Some of his nerdiness will be essential to the plot later so I'm stoked it was received well.

Okay Chapter 4!

Turkey flopped his head on the table, hitting a little harder than intended. Grimacing, he automatically sat back up and rubbed it with his palm. Canada burst into a fit of giggles nearly sliding out of his chair. Turkey chuckled too, having some difficulty remembering their evening.

Canada surprised him; the young man could hold his liquor… for the first few rounds of beer. They had talked about different things: launching into a huge conversation about how America annoyed them, Turkey recalling embarrassing tales of England and France's childhoods, and they chatted about the finer points of their countries like sports, food, and music. The entire conversation left the Turk feeling at ease, relaxed, and vulnerably open. Deep down he knew anything and everything he said to the Canadian could be used against him. But somehow, he had a hunch that Canada wouldn't rat him out like Greece or America or even his good friend Egypt would if the situation presented itself.

When they reached their fifth round of beer, Canada looked pretty sloshed, his body tilting slightly to the left. Turkey still had much of his wits about him, but he knew if he kept going, he would be pretty drunk.

"Okay, okay… okay, okay…" Canada mumbled to himself, his eyes half opened. Those smooth locks bounced with every head nod, a few strands sticking up from him running his fingers through it. Turkey smiled to himself, observing the other's soft features. The young man had a great complexion, his skin as soft as new snow. It was the same hue too. Cheeks still a bit pudgy, Turkey realized it was still left over baby fat. Canada's human age couldn't be older than twenty. Still so young.

Throwing out his hand, Turkey snagged one of those baby cheeks, pinching it gently, "Who are you talking to? Why do you keep saying 'okay?'"

"Ow!" Canada yelped and laughed at the same time, "I was confirming that I was pretty drunk. Okay, okay yes, yes, okay, yes I'm drunk!" Leaning back out of Turkey's grasps, he noticed the music change. Leaping up, he cried out, "I love this song! Turkey! Turkey, let's go dance!"

Turkey tried to pull his arm back from him, "No I don't dance, at least not to this stuff."

"But it's Lady Gaga. You know I'm supposedly dating her."

"What?"

Canada broke into another fit of giggles and released his captor. He began dancing in his spot. Turkey assumed under normal circumstances, Canada probably wouldn't have been swaying so much. But his eyes were fixed on the young man, watching his every move.

Quite a while ago, Canada's shirt had been untucked, and every time he rose up his arms, Turkey could see those hips seductively swirling towards him. Oh great Aşure! He wanted to touch them, drawl them close and grind into them. Feral urges and heat rose up in his gut, shooting back down to his loins. Feet moving on their own, Turkey rose up and firmly grasped Canada's thin waist, pulling them close. Chests touching, he lean in and nuzzled into the white skin on the neck, inhaling softly. Maple syrup, new books, and hard oak scents filled him as a quiet, throaty groan left his lips. Mind running away from him and clouding over, Turkey thought of the Canadian begging on his knees for him, whining, mewling under him with each thrust, every time their bodies twitched, both of them felt it, the sensation running rampant-

A heavy weight hit his chest, snapping Turkey from his thoughts. Panting, he glanced down at the passed out Canadian leaning on him.

"Oy! Hey! Canada!" Turkey shook him lightly, worry forcing out the last of the seductive thoughts. "Wake up! Come on. Wake up!"

Canada mumbled and slouched towards the floor.

"Nononono!" Turkey caught his arm and hauled him back up. Great. Just great. England, France, and America would kill him if they saw this.s

Shaking his head, Turkey knelt down and hefted Canada up on his back. Making sure he had their coats and the shopping bag with the newly bought comic, Turkey trudged out into the chilly New York City night. He headed towards the Marriot hotel where all the nations were staying. Ignoring the stares of the passing humans, he couldn't help but to smirk as the Canadian mumbled in his sleep.

"You better not throw up on me."

"Damn it!" Turkey swore on the elevator shifting the man on his back, "You're really heavy after all those blocks!" He hung his head, ignoring the soft breath brushing against his neck. In the silence, his thoughts kept drifting it back to the bar. It had been a very long time since he had those urges to conquer someone else. And it scared him. He thought he had buried those instincts down centuries ago, but apparently they were stirring once more. Fighting back the fear growing in his stomach, he shook his head, trying to force it out.

"Hmm…?"

Turkey glanced over his shoulder and smiled at the awake Canada staring back at him.

"Good morning."

Eyes darting around, Canada sat up and blinking, blearily. It was pretty obvious he was still drunk, but at least he was awake.

"Eh?" he mumbled, "Where are we?"

"Back at the hotel, in the elevator. Here, get down. You're heavy."

Sliding him off his back and taking a moment to make sure he was steady, Turkey stretched quickly before wrapping a secure arm around the Canadian's waist. He leaned heavily once again on the Turk but didn't pass out. With a cheery Ding! the door slid open, and the pair slowly shuffled down the hallway.

Mumbling quieter than normal, Canada stared up to Turkey, "Where are we going?"

"My room is close. I was going to drop my stuff off so I can actually haul you around."

Canada hung his head, "I'm sorry. I'm being such a burden."

"Nope," Turkey pulled him up on his feet again, "It's what friends do."

"Friends…"

"Yep."

The last several minutes passed in silence, only Turkey's light cursing broke it as he fiddled with his hotel key. Stupid mechanized, robot doors. Only America would have robot doors… maybe Japan too. Guiding Canada inside, he helped the Canadian sit on the bed, turning away. Dropping his laptop bag by the desk, Turkey neatly folded his jacket over the chair. Double checking that he had his hotel room key, he turned back to his friend and froze.

Canada was curled up in his bed, hugging one of the pillows and completely passed out again. Turkey sighed and gave up, tossing his card key on the desk.

"Sure, kid, you can stay the night." he groaned. Strolling over to Canada, he stared down at him. The man really was adorable. Such a shame that no one else ever noticed him, because he seemed bright about political issues and had very good opinions on how to stop several global problems. Thankfully, none of those opinions included giant robots like America would suggest. Though, Turkey also saw it as a good thing. Less people who noticed Canada, less competition. He pursed his lips. It had been centuries since he had a companion or a romantic interlude. Was it what he truly wanted?

Easing down the covers, Turkey pulled off Canada's shoes and dropped them to the floor. He tugged the Canadian's tie off the rest of the way, before unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. There. Now if he moved around, he would be comfortable and could breathe. Turkey wasn't surprised that the skin showing through on Canada's chest was just as white as his face. Reaching out, the Turk trailed his finger down Canada's neck and rested them on his chest. It felt like he was stroking some of his best silk. His fingers jolted and he tugged his hand back.

That damned spark again. What was it? It drew Turkey in like a magnet, and he yearned to run his hands all over the blonde's body.

Shaking it off, Turkey hustled to the closet and tugged out the extra blankets and pillows. As he set up a pallet on the floor, his mind wandered back over the night. It had been fun. Quiet and simple, homey and quaint. He flopped back on the pillow, happy the floor wasn't too hard and stared up to Canada. He could barely see the long curl poking over the edge of the bed. Turkey chuckled. It was all too adorable.

Was he going soft or was this just a special circumstance? It was decided then. He would need to see the Canadian for more dates to actually decide. Within minutes, Turkey fell into a deep sleep.

Canada groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He grimaced automatically as the sun shone in his eyes. A cold breeze filtered in, rustling his hair. He didn't remember opening his balcony door. The room smelt different from his room too. Inhaling the pillow he still was wrapped around, he smelt sandalwood, some sort of sweet scent like a baked dessert, and cigarette smoke. Wait. The smoke wasn't from the pillow.

Shooting up, Canada gazed through the open balcony door. Leaning on the railing outside and smoking, Turkey watched the newly falling November snow. His cigarette wafted in the breeze back into the room. Though he was already dressed for the day, Canada could see that the man wasn't wearing his mask. In the pale morning light, the flakes shimmered as they caught in his hair and shown bright on his tan skin.

At the noise, Turkey glanced back and smiled to Canada. Snubbing out the cigarette butt, he flicked it off the railing and stepped back inside, closing the door behind him.

"Good morning, sleepy. I hope you like coffee, but if not I have tea and something with the word chai in it," he chuckled.

Canada couldn't help but to grin back, "You got that line from a movie. That movie with the date doctor guy."

"You got me."

"Coffee, please."

Pouring a cup from his room coffee pot, Turkey handed it to Matt, "I'm glad you chose coffee, because I actually didn't have the other two."

Canada sipped it quietly, watching the Turk step into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Mind trailing back to the previous night, he couldn't help but to question it. When had he fallen asleep, in Turkey's room of all places? The last thing Canada could remember from the night before was drinking at the bar, though there was a brief image of standing in an elevator. How did he get here? Eyes trailing around the room, he noticed the pallet on the floor. Heat filled Canada's cheeks. Turkey slept on the floor and gave him the bed!? The gesture was more than kind, and he suddenly gained so much more respect for the Turk.

Slipping out of bed, taking a moment to place his cup on the bedside table, Canada shuffled over to the bathroom and stood in the doorway. "Um, um, thank you! You didn't have to do all of this, but I really do appreciate it."

Turkey spit out his toothpaste and wiped his mouth before turning to the Canadian, "It's really not a problem. You passed out before I got you to your room, so I figured you wouldn't mind too much."

"You should have just dumped my butt on the floor."

Turkey chuckled and reached out. Catching some of the Canadian's hair, he tucked a lock behind his ear lingering his fingers a few more moments. Once again, Canada tried to ignore the rising blush in his face as it spread to his ears.

"Canada," he murmured with the softest of smiles from those chocolate eyes, "I really don't mind. You're welcomed here anytime. I had a really good time last night."

"M-me too," replied Canada, locked on to his companion's face, "From what I remember of it that is." He could have cursed his heart throbbing so loud in his ears, fearing that the other could hear it.

Turkey smirked and stepped around him to his desk to gather his papers.

Retrieving his cup, Canada sipped it and watched. They would have meetings pretty soon, today being the day they met by regions. He would have to be the mediator between America, Cuba, Mexico, and the other South America and Caribbean countries. That thought gave him a headache, let alone the hangover he could feel rising in him.

Scooping up his shoes, Canada slid them on and draped his jacket over his arm. Stopping again, no words came. In this awkward situation, one that he had never been in before, what did someone say?

Fully dressed and packed for the day, Turkey turned to him, "You better get going if you want to be on time and not wearing yesterday's clothes. Though," he smirked, "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to pal around with me all day."

Canada felt a smile tug on his lips. Good. Turkey still wanted him around. Clearing his throat, he answered, "You know we can't do that."

"I know, but it was worth a shot."

"Turkey?"

"Hmm?"

The carpet suddenly became very interesting to the Canadian as he blurted out, "Let's hang out again! That is if you don't mind. If you do mind then I totally understand, but I had a good time last night and I would like to get to know you more. And I sort of owe you for taking such good care of me last night, and I hope I didn't annoy you, but I just want to-" A finger pressed up against his lips, and Canada gawked up to his friend.

Pulling back his hand, Turkey spoke gently, "I would like that. To see you again."

Canada could have sung his response, "Okay. Okay! Let's hang out again before the conference is over with."

"Alright. Now come on we're both going to be late!"

Glancing at the clock, Canada's eyes widened, "Eh!? Is it really that time? I have to go!"

"Hey," Turkey stopped him and held out Canada's laptop bag, "Your comic is in it with your tie. Now get going and save the world from that brother of yours."

"Okay. Thanks so much! See you." With a slight wave, Canada hurried out. Practically skipping down the hall, not even Alfred could ruin his day.

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