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Anyway Canada's view.
Have To Do Better Than That
By Waterrain
I opened up the kitchen door and felt my eyes widen in shock. How and when did France get inside of my house?
"Hello, America. I want to say that you looked rather adorable, cute, pretty, and tempting in that French Maid outfit. I couldn't stop looking at you."
America stepped in front of me and I couldn't see his expression.
"How did you get here, France?"
His voice sounded calm and cheerfully, but I could tell there was a bit of tension.
"I wanted to touch you, I dreamed of doing things to you, and having you to myself. You are indeed America The Beautiful and I can't believe that I didn't notice it before that week. I wonder are you still a virgin?"
France's voice was like a purr, I gripped my hockey stick tightly, and slipped past America. No way am I going to allow France to say such thing in my house to America and my lips were pressed in a thin line. He is trying to humiliate America again by saying such things and to make him feel depressed at being forced to wear a French Maid outfit along with having to clean up France's home.
"America, Why is there a floating hockey stick?"
I narrowed my eyes and smacked France hard upside the head with my hockey stick and then hit him across the chest until he was knocked out. I feel a lot better and oh great I have blood on my hockey stick.
"Wow, Canada. You totally kicked France's ass, but you didn't have too. Since I was going to kick him and now I can't since that wouldn't be hero like of me since he is already down for the count, but still good job."
America sounded impressed, his left arm was around my shoulder, and he smiled brightly at me.
"It appears instead of Zombies in the kitchen. It was just France and he wanted something else that was not brains."
He sounded cheerfully and I sighed when I looked at France who was on the floor knocked out not to mention a bit bloody. I suppose that I overdid it in my silent anger, but oh well that sometimes happens and at least France is still alive. Good thing I do not have white tiles, America looked at me with curious eyes, and I sighed deeply to myself.
I opened up the backdoor and threw France out of my home. I walked outside while America stood by the backdoor watching and then I tossed France all the way back to his home. Maybe he will suffer some brain damage and won't come back here while America is still here.
"So Canada. What exactly is maple water?"
His voice sounded calmly and he was smiling widely at me. I looked down for a moment, tried to get over the fact that America forgot, and of course he wouldn't remember since it was nine years ago. I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and he smiled faintly at me.
"Jeez, You look depressed. I'm just joking with you and I remember what maple water is you know that right, Canada?"
I gapped at him in surprise, he grinned at me, and looked at me with those big blue eyes. America at times enjoys teasing and messing with people. At times It is difficult even for me to tell when he is just joking or serious at times. I stared at him as he made maple water and America was humming happily.
"See, I didn't forget."
He sounded cheerful, his smile showed off those white teeth, and America had his head tilted slightly towards me. I was not able to speak while America showed me that he knew how to make maple water. Afterwards he grinned widely and handed me a cup while humming. I'm torn between whether I should cry or hit him or hug him for actually remembering.
TBC
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