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And, as always, Dear Canadian neighbors...

I adore you. :)

Enjoy!

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"If it is anyone," England said with authority, "I would say Canada."

At that France nodded sagely. His features seemed steeped in bored agreement. In fact, it would have been appropriate to state that every nation present -that could hear them- agreed with England's decision. The murmurs said as much.

Everyone, of course, except America.

Her blue eyes narrowed behind Texas. They had no idea what the hell they were talking about. None. At all. It was obvious. She puffed out a breath in disbelief. Was she the only one that truly knew Canada? Really?

Well, maybe. It sort of made sense. To get to Canada -via land, at any rate- you had to go through the United States. And, if you went through America's land, every personification, she was well aware of it. Thus, was another reason she shook her head at The Netherlands.

Yeah. She knew what he had visited Montreal seven times in the past year. Something was up. She just wasn't sure what it was. Eh. America shrugged at her internal monologue. She'd figure it out later.

Southern Italy spared her a curious glance. He knew some of her little quirks, and because of that, he could tell that America did not agree with England. Though he was curious as to why. He leaned in toward her. She caught the subtle scent of well-made cologne that clung to his tanned skin.

"I take it that you do not agree?"

Nantucket swayed as she shook her head.

"Not in the slightest," she said softly, trying not to catch unwanted attention. Angry European attention. Her least favorite kind, honestly.

"Why?" Southern Italy asked, equally as quietly, though America could tell it was almost against his will to ask the question. However, he was a curious nation, and she understood how that went.

"Canada is so not that innocent," America whispered lowly behind a document.

Southern Italy nodded, in a barely perceptible fashion, as he continued to look bored at the new concern being voiced at the front of the room by Greece. Southern Italy's warm brown eyes glanced at America briefly as he quirked a brow in question.

'How so?', the gesture read. Or maybe it was 'Oh really?'

The Star-spangled nation snorted softly. Her blue eyes gazed at her Northern Neighbor, who admittedly did appear to be the picture of calm and undefiled sweetness. It was a very good look on him. America was aware of that. Then, likely because he could feel the weight of her stare, Canada turned to smile at her.

What a crock of shit.

She'd prove he was just as bad as the rest of them.

"Just you watch," she promised lowly as France leaned in to whisper something to Canada. The Northern nation replied something which America could not read his lips for. It was likely in French. God Dammit!

Southern Italy leaned on his elbows and whistled softly to catch her attention. America glanced his way, with a questioning look on her face.

"And, how, cara amica, do you plan to do that?"

The Star Spangled nation paused, and then a smile blossomed on her rather pretty features. One that nearly seemed to glow with impish intention as America had a wonderful idea.

A wonderfully, naughty idea. One that would rock the world meetings for one hundred years to come.

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A flight to Canada, for the meeting that followed, cost her about $500.00

Worth it.

The hotel room had been another $400.00 for the duration of her stay.

Still worth it.

The cab ride over was about $23.00.

Her way of bringing an end to his faux innocent facade? Well, that cost about $4.00. Cold hard American Dollars- well, the Canadian equivalent of, at any rate-. All four of them. At the Airport terminal in Montreal. The cashier was rather nice, and when she was done bringing down Canada, she would compliment his people to his face.

However, the time for that would come later.

America strutted into the meeting with her head held high, and a dazzling smile. Her modest business attire did not catch many eyes, except that of Southern Italy who looked faintly more amused by her arrival than he had been when she walked in the door.

The Star Spangled nation seemed to ooze a sense of demureness that made England pause as she passed him and sat down without preamble. His green eyes wandered over her appearance with a small amount of shock. Not that America was not modest before, but now she looked very similar to the gentle young colony he had found in the tall grasses so long ago.

While England was busy getting lost in memories, America was waiting for Canada.

She'd show 'em.

France found his way to his seat. Where France was, Canada was never normally far behind. She internally grinned in a feral manner. Outwardly she gave a soft smile and with a gentle grace she pushed back a lock of hair behind her ear.

She placed her briefcase on the table and opened it leisurely. America removed a sheet of paper and a pen. Quickly she jotted down a note for Germany, and handed it to Northern Italy as he passed by. The auburn-haired nation took it gladly and nearly skipped to Germany's side.

Perfect.

America also opened the small package that was hidden inside. She unwrapped it, so that the crinkling would not bother anyone later.

Her blue eyes flicked up, and from behind Texas, she spotted Canada as he entered. Wonderful. He was right on time. She hummed softly to herself for a moment.

"America?" Germany called out and several nations quieted from their comfortable chatting.

"Yes?"

"It is fine. " He replied, alluding to her note.

"Oh thank you!" She said, beaming at him. Germany flushed slightly and looked away as he called the meeting to start.

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It was the movement. That was what caught his attention.

The way that America was licking the leaf-shaped maple lollipop. Canada's eyes widened as he watched her devour it slowly. Languidly. As if she could not be rushed from the enticing taste. The Northern male nation cleared his throat, trying not to gape at how suggestive it was.

She was laving his emblem with her pink tongue. It brushed along every grove of the leaf as she pushed it further into the moist cavern of her mouth.

Canada's wide violet gaze was glued to her. America gave a soft hum as she worked her tongue around the tip of the leaf-shaped maple lollipop. Her pink lips closed around it as her eyes slid shut for a moment. Her mouth worked over the sweet candy with a gentle passion.

Then America opened her eyes, blue eyes clouded with what could have been desire. Her gaze met Canada's as she slowly slid the candy from her mouth. She watched as he swallowed heavily. Her tongue darted out, licking a path from the bottom to the top.

It was, frankly, nearly indecent. The way she sucked, licked, and enjoyed the innocent lollipop. Her expression was nearly rapturous.

Her blue eyes met his, and then she did something that he had never seen her do before. She leveled a provocative look at him. America allowed her eyes to wander over his figure, and her lips curled around the sucker briefly. She then took more of it in her mouth, as she stared at him.

He felt his heartbeat quicken.

She pulled the lollipop from her mouth, her lips caressed it on the way out. Then she licked her lips, her tongue removed the last bit of sticky sweetness, as America watched him with a carnally hungry expression.

Canada shifted, unable to bear the tightness that stirred in his loins. Unfortunately for Canada, France had noticed his lack of concentration. Which meant that France had noticed Canada, watching America. And, vice versa. His blue eyes flicked from Canada to America as she slowly leaned her elbows on the table.

Though she was dressed modestly, it was not difficult to know that beneath that blouse was a bosom that even France had dreamed about before. So, when his keen eyes spotted the straining bulge that Canada was sporting, he was rather surprised.

Well, he was both Surprised and not. America was an attractive country, and she was certainly giving Canada the 'go ahead' signals. However, he could not contain the shock he felt that innocent little Canada... Canada... was...

"Cher Dieu! Le général est prêt pour la bataille!" France exclaimed, with wide eyes.

The pair of French speaking nations stilled, and France tried to recover by closing his mouth with an audible 'clack'.

Canada flushed to the roots of his hair, attempting to cover the obvious evidence of his arousal.

From across the room, America stood as all eyes rounded on her. She chuckled softly, and tossed the lollipop in the trash. Vaguely smug as Southern Italy hid his amusement. Though the other nations did not fully understand what had happened.

They only saw America smiling, France looking apologetic, and a blushing Canada.

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He followed her to the rooms designated for the United States of America. The Northern nation was unfailingly polite in the way he actually let them get in the door and close it before he turned on her. His innocent look faded into a nearly enraged expression, which did not fluster her at all.

It was actually... a little exciting, when he was like this.

"America!" Canada said, looking furious. "What you did-"

"What I did?" She asked with feigned innocence, "what did I do? I had a lollipop. You're the dirty minded-"

"You did that on purpose?"

"What are you talking about?"

His violet eyes narrowed with suspicion.

"I am not an idiot. You expect me to believe it was a coincidence that you had to have a maple lollipop?"

Her mouth curved into a secretive smile.

"Oh? Is that what you are mad about? That it was maple?"

"What? No! I-"

"Did you want some? Here," America interrupted as she grabbed him forcefully, "I'll let you have a taste."

Then she pressed her lips to his, the faint taste of maple was shared by the pair as Canada fell into the passionate kiss for all he was worth. His mouth slanted over America's again and again. Their tongues swirled around and stroked each other with a fiery, but unspoken arousal.

The sounds of heavy breathing mixed between them, as they tried their best to nearly consume each other. America's arms twined around his neck, and she pressed closer to him. Canada's hands were already ghosting up past the hem of her shirt. His hands were nearly burning her up. He was like heat personified.

Every part of him seemed to make her feel a little dizzy, but America was greatly enjoying the sensation. He guided her to the nearest solid surface where she could not escape from him, though America did not want to. The wall hit her back, and she allowed her head to lull back with a dull thud.

Canada' smooth was on her neck, and shoulder. He gave little nips that caused her to shiver in excitement. Slick arousal pooled between her thighs. Holy hell. Who would have thought that Canada could be like this?

Oh wait. America had thought that. She moaned as his hand snaked upward to slip underneath her bra. His fingers ghosted over her nipple, which pebbled under his touch. The Star-spangled nation panted heavily.

Her body had a mind of its own, and it tried to climb on the male that was eliciting such a strong response. America gave a soft mewl as his mouth captured her once more. Then her feet were off the ground, Canada's strong hand were around her waist and lifting her up.

Then someone closed a door, not far from them. Their panting quieted nearly instantly. However, that did not mean they could not continue to fondle each other.

Or at least, that was how America saw the situation.

Canada stilled, trying to keep America hidden from view, as they listened for whoever it was to not stumble in and find them. She was impatient as she kept wiggling against a stiffer part of Canada. One that did not have to do with the stress that came with the possibility of being walked in on.

"America," he groaned hotly in her ear. "Stay still."

Her blue eyes darkened as she nipped at his neck. She was trapped between the coolness of the wall and the heat of Canada's body. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, and if these damned clothes could get out of the way, then she could actually relieve some of the sexual tensions he was feeling.

"I can't," she confided softly as she continued to wiggle against him.

His violet eyes flashed intently.

"If you don't stop, I'll-"

"Please say the next sentence out of your mouth is going to be something along the lines of 'I'm going to give it to you'." She interrupted as she felt a sense of frustration at having to wait for some relief to her... predicament.

Whoever it was, must have been looking for something, for there came the sound of drawers opening and closing in the room next to them. Faint cursing could be heard. America wasn't really paying much attention to the unknown nation. She was far too busy with focusing on Canada.

Naughty, naughty... Canada.

"Why did you bring that lollipop?" Canada asked huskily, embarrassment still obvious upon his cheeks.

America shrugged, with a glassy-eyed expression.

"Can't remember," she said before pulling at his shoulders. "Now shut up and kiss me."

"But we could get caught!"

"Don't care." Her blue eyes seemed to sparkled with desire, lust, and a deep seeded fondness for the man that sometimes drove her nearly insane.

"Well," Canada snapped back in a whisper with a flushed face. "I do."

America laughed quietly, as she moved a hand from behind his neck, to the zipper on his pants. Texas glinted under the florescent light, she placed a kiss on his collarbone. He could not stop her hand from reaching inside to free his hard length.

"Give me a minute or two, and I promise... you won't care either."

Canada swallowed heavily. His violet eyes showed that he believed her.

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When America arrived at the meeting, she was three minutes late. However, she did not miss the maple lollipop that was innocently placed at her seat. Her brows rose in surprise, but as her gaze moved to Canada, she found he was watching her intently.

The Star-Spangled nation blushed when Canada winked at her.

She knew he was just as bad as the rest of them. She smiled seductively, as she opened the confectionary treat.

As her lips closed around the tip of the lollipop, blue eyes met violet in an a blatant invitation. And, America did not fail to notice that Canada made no attempt to hide the fact he was watching her.

Pervert.

And, not so secretly, she loved that about him.

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Translation

Cher Dieu! Le général est prêt pour la bataille! : Dear Lord. The General is ready for battle. (Reference to Canada's arousal)