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Rated: T
Now, normally, at this time of day, Canada would have simply enjoyed a nice little meal consisting of maple syrup and a side of pancakes – but, being a neighbour to America, he was also used to being barged in on as well.
Today seemed to be one of those days.
"Guess what, Mattie?" America abruptly flipped the door open so hard that it fell off its hinges and Canada could only sigh while putting down his syrup-saturated fork, "Guess what?" He repeated excitedly.
"What is it, Alfred?" Canada asked in a patient voice that could only come from years of experience, "And no, I don't have any sex videos of my partners."
"What?" America blinked, "You had sex without me?" He began to pout, before quickly shaking his head to get the idea out of his mind before he forgot what he had initially came to Canada for, "No, no! I came because Iggy is missing!"
"What?" Canada felt like banging his head against the table, "No, Alfred – don't you remember? Arthur said that he would be absent for a–" He was, of course, cut off by America before he could even finish.
"He was kidnapped by the aliens!" America declared with a closed fist, "And though he probably deserved it, I'm the Hero for everyone and anyone!" He smirked, "And I'm giving you, Mattie, the honour of being RIFTA's Second-in-Command!"
"... Thanks so much, Alfred..."