A/N: Okay, I give in. My second most favourite pairing (that may even outweigh PruCan) is CubaCan. I don't know why, but my favourite parts in the anime and manga are when Cuba and Canada interact.
And recently, I discovered how much I love the Nyotaila characters too. fem!Canada is adorable! (And so is Kumarie) So without further ado, I present to you (heh, that rhymed) one of my first times writing a straight paring with Cuba and Canako!
Ismael - Cuba
Matilda - Canako - Canada (One of my guily pleasures is to picture fem!Canada speaking with a slight southern-belle accent...)

Oh... I also may have written this... while watching The Glee Project... u.u But while uploading, I am listening to Su-San's and Finland's HataFutte Parade songs!

Matilda Williams, daughter of one Arthur B. Kirkland, was sitting quietly at the dinner table while said father tried in vain to talk her out of going out that night.

"He's a ruffian! A no good rotten boy who only wants one thing!" Arthur rubbed the bridge of his nose. Why couldn't his daughter want to date a nice, classy boy like Alfred Jones? He was nice and respectful, unlike a certain someone.

Matilda dropped her head, her golden pig-tails spilled onto the table. "Ismael isn't a ruffian, Dad. He's real sweet to me."

Arthur slammed a hand on the table making Matilda flinch. "I don't want to hear your case. I made my decision and I won't allow you to go out with that boy. Now go up to your room."

Matilda picked up her head, tears nearly spilling over and ran up the small staircase to her bedroom. She slammed the door for good measure.

The Briton still at the table sighed. He hadn't meant to hurt his baby girl. And he definitely hadn't meant to make her cry. When would he ever get this whole parenting thing right? Arthur stood up and made his way to apologize for raising his voice. At Matilda's door, he heard her soft sniffling.

He knocked once, twice. "M-Matilda? Honey? C-Could I come in?" Arthur heard some shuffling and the door clicked open. Matilda stood in the door way, eyes red and puffy. She was rubbing them hurriedly, trying to make it seem like she hadn't been crying at all.

"Y-Yes, Dad?" She let Arthur into her room, sitting back down on her bed while Arthur sat in her desk chair.

"Honey, I wanted to apologize for raising my voice. I hope you know I didn't mean it." Arthur touched her small hand. "I just want to do what's best for you and I just don't think that boy is good for you."

The tears started swelling again and Matilda quickly whipped them away. "B-But Dad… Ismael really is a sweet boy. If you just give him a chance, I promise you'll like him!" Matilda shifted her seat so that she was on her knees, nearly falling off the edge of her bed.

Arthur sighed. "If I meet him?" Matilda nodded, the one gravity-defiant curl bouncing sporadically. Arthur opened his mouth to say a begrudging 'yes' but the doorbell rang and drowned out his voice. "W-Who's that?"

Matilda looked at her father shyly. "U-Um, I might h-have already made a date with Ismael… B-But this is your chance to meet him!"

"Fine. We will eat dinner and I'll decide if he's good enough for you." Arthur was caught off-guard by his daughter's hug as she nearly knocked him out of his chair. She thanked him profusely and bolted out the door and down the stairs before he could get another word in.

The blonde man heard the door open and his daughter's voice as she greeted her date. "Three feet!" He shouted down the stairs as he came down. He saw the boy in question jump back from Matilda.

"D-Dad!" Matilda was blushing – hopefully from embarrassment for his behavior, Arthur thought smugly.

The boy next to his daughter was dark and tall and a bit on the chubby side. He wore a Hawaiian-print flower shirt and sandals. His hair was fixed into dread-locks and tied back into a pony-tail. The guy just reeked of 'bad boy'."

Arthur stood in front of the two teenagers. Matilda was hanging onto the boy's arm as she waited his baited breath for her father to do or say something. "Hello. I'm Arthur. You must be Ismael. Matilda talks about you all the time." He swallowed the lump in his throat. "Would you please come in for dinner with us?"

"Hello, Arthur. It's nice to meet you." Matilda tugged on his arm and the three made their way into the dining room. The oven was ticking away with the food Matilda had prepared just before Arthur had called her into the dining room for a talk.

"I'll uh, just get us something to drink. Would you like anything specific?" Arthur asked.

"Water's fine, Mr. Kirkland. Thanks." Ismael sat back in his seat and began talking to Matilda as Arthur left to the kitchen.

"Is he always this uptight? I hate acting all fancy." Ismael sighed.

"S-Sorry. We just had a fight. He doesn't think you're good enough for me." Matilda smiled weakly at her boyfriend. "I'm sorry I dumped this 'meet-the-father' dinner on you, but it was the only thing I could think of to make him at least give you a chance."

Ismael chuckled. "Anything for you, babe." He kissed Matilda. For about three seconds until they both jumped back when Arthur shouted 'Three feet!' from the kitchen. Matilda gave a quiet apology.

Arthur returned with a glass of water and two teas. He set the small syrup pot near Matilda who poured a large amount of maple syrup into her tea cup. Both men shuddered at the diabetes.

"D-Dad." Matilda sipped at her tea. "D-Didn't you want to get to know Ismael?"

"Er, yes. Yes I did." Arthur cleared his throat. "Ismael, you're a Junior, no?"

"Yes. I have a few classes with Matilda." The teen shuffled his feet under the table.

"Ah. Do you have a job or sport you're in?" When was that oven going to buzz?

"I work at the ice cream shop downtown and I'm on the Ice Hockey team with Matilda. I make decent grades, I have no siblings, I've had no other girlfriends before Matilda… am I forgetting anything?"

"You're not in any gangs, occults; have any tattoos or piercings?" Arthur cut the nice chat and got down to business with Ismael.

"Not since I last checked. Anything else?"

Arthur thought a moment. "I do know you know you aren't getting anything out of my daughter that she does not one hundred percent agree in doing." Ismael nodded. "Then good."

The oven timer went off and Matilda wasted no time checking on the lasagna. Really she had no need to worry if it was okay or not, she was the cook of the family – having taken lessons from her Uncle Francis. And the lasagna was perfect. She pulled three plates from the cupboard and placed three squares of lasagna on them. Looking through the fridge, she quickly cut up a cucumber and made a make-shift salad for a side.

Ismael and Arthur had been talking about something while she was gone, but they hushed when she returned with a full tray of food. "I hope this is alright."

"Everything you make is wonderful, dear." Arthur took the tray from her and set it on the table. He placed the plates in front of Matilda, then Ismael and finally himself.

"T-Thanks, dad."

The three ate in silence for the first few bites. The clinks and clanks of the silverware on the plates were getting louder and louder and Matilda felt like she was going to explode if someone didn't say something soon. Her personal health was saved though, when Arthur cleared his throat again.

"Matilda, Ismael." Matilda looked at her father expectedly. "Matilda, I want to apologize to you. You were right when you said I just needed to give Ismael a chance. I was glad I met you tonight, Ismael."

"Same here, Mr. Kirkland." Matilda let out a grateful sigh.

"Thank you, Dad."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean you can go out with him whenever you please. You will still need to check with me and get approval." Arthur turned to Ismael. "If I find out or even expect you ever make Matilda do something she is not completely comfortable with I will make damn bloody well sure you don't see the sun of day again. Is that clear?" Ismael nodded.

"Oh, thank you, Dad!" Matilda got out of her seat and hugged him. "Thank you very much. Oh, and just between you and me…" She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Alfred's gay anyways."