Title: America's Strange need to cling to people during Meetings

Warnings for this chapter: Cuba

Pairings for this chapter: Femerica/Cuba OR Amelia/Carlos

warning: this may cause an unending nosebleed which will result in massive blood loss. view discretion is advised

During ... something.

CHAPTER 13: Crazy Americans

It truly was amazing how much the two looked a like. Even though one was female and the other was male, you couldn't tell the difference between the two unless you knew them very well.

So.. it shouldn't have been surprising when Cuba came up to America, and mistook her for Canada.

"Hola Canada! 'ow about we meet up 'ater for ice cream, yah?" Cuba gave the 'man' a rare smile, resting his large hand on 'his' (shockingly more feminine than normal) shoulder.

Amelia was more surprised than insulted (which was saying something considering she'd just been mistaken for her older brother), but the fact that Cuba was HANGING OUT with her brother annoyed her.

But, somewhere in her Cola-ridden mind, she figured that she could get information out of Cuba (even though they weren't at war with each other directly) so she went with him, silently cursing her random need to wear her brother's pants and jacket. (they were in the wash)

On there way towards the ice cream shop, Cuba had tugged her closer to him using the arm he put around the back of her neck. "'ey Matthew, is 'our hair longer? You needs to cut it man. Can't have you 'ooking like France now can I?" Cuba squeezed her arm gently and left her side to order for the two of them.

Amelia then thanked the Lord for Hollywood in her head. She just had to stay silent. Just then Carlos came back with one cone of coffee ice cream and a cup of vanilla.

He gave her a smile while handing her the vanilla. Amelia forced a smile back and turned to her ice cream and started gobbling it up. She heard Cuba chuckle. "You 'ure do love ice cream don't cha?" Not trusting her voice, she nodded in a way that was just like her brother.

She froze up when she felt a hand on her thigh. America squeaked in protest, making Carlos look at her confused. "Vat is it?" She shook her head rapidly. Cuba shrugged and went back to his ice cream, and then she felt the hand again, this time it was traveling farther up her leg, towards her crotch.

Amelia immediately crossed her legs quickly, tears threatening to fall from her eyes at the situation. NEVER had she ever been put through this. No one had ever touched her down there. Not England or France or anyone!

"I'd like to go home now please...eh." She whispered. Cuba nodded and took her Canada's house. Before he left though, he had pulled (yanked, forced) 'him' into a hug.

The moment Cuba's car left her sight she sank down the door and started shivering in disgust. She had been touched... By CUBA! She accidently banged her head against Canada's door.

"Ow!" She cradled her head. "Amelia?" Canada was staring down at her with a shocked expression before picking her up bridal style and carrying her inside his house. Matthew set her down on his couch and disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before coming back with an ice pack.

"Thanks Mattie." She didn't like today at all and wanted some comfort, so she snuggled into Canada's chest as he rested the ice pack against the back of her head.

"..Amy."

"Yah?"

"...Why are you wearing my clothes?"

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