It was a small, offhanded comment made while Canada was sick (the world war had made him withdrawn and depressed), and the countries were meeting.
And somehow… it had escalated.
"Canada-chan's kind of cute." Poland noted offhandedly.
And suddenly… everyone just sort of agreed.
"He's not really." Germany replied, most likely irritated at how the cross dresser (he claimed he wasn't—but everyone knew that Poland was just an idiot), had so quickly changed the subject. Not like Italy. Everyone could tell he was thinking.
"Canada is kind of cute." Italy agreed in that air headed fashion of his. "Don't you agree, Germany?"
Germany's stared at Italy for a moment in annoyance, before sighing grudgedly, "I guess he's kind of cute… but not really."
Poland smiled triumphantly while all the other countries gossiped about how Italy had Germany wrapped so perfectly around his little finger.
So, somehow, everyone was following Canada around like a lovesick puppy the next day, and Canada, while confused, didn't seem to be actively trying to stop it.
"Want some sweets, Canada-chan?" China offered.
"Oh, sure…" Canada took one and smiled as he popped it in his mouth. "Thank you."
Everyone else swooned.
"Your breasts are mine." Korea exclaimed.
"Oh…. No?" Canada replied in confusion. "they're mines."
"NOO!" America screamed in dramatic horror. "I SHALL PROTECT CANADA FROM ALL PERVERTS!"
"Oi, you're the most perverted of them all, you impure, vile creature!" England replied in disgust. "Dear Canada, come to your father…"
"Canada-chan…" Italy smiled slowly at Canada. "Want some pasta?"
"Y-you can have some of my sweets too, I guess." Germany offered in forced reluctance. "B-but only some, okay?"
And somehow… Canada had gotten a harem.
A/N: This chapter was bad. Not gonna lie. But it's probably the last chapter for this fic… the end, I guess. It was fun, for about three chapters… yeah…
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