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America x Canada
Rated: T
Warmth
It's that dreaded blanket scenario... kinda
"Damn, i-it's s-so cooooold!" America shivered, huddling onto himself to preserve any warmth that he had left. His teeth chattered loudly and Canada could only sigh silently as he sat beside him, "H-how the hell did y-you convince me to come here?" America complained.
Coming to Nunavut in the middle of winter to a little cabin which didn't have any heat was not the smartest thing to do.
"We must've come to wrong one," Canada murmured, bringing out a blanket from his backpack, "I was sure that this one was heated." He blinked when America grabbed the blanket roughly from his fingers.
"I-it's not much," America wrapped the blanket around his shoulders, still freezing. He glanced over to his brother nation, narrowing his eyes a bit when he noticed that Canada seemed to be fine in the frigid cold, "Hey, Mattie," He said suggestively, moving closer, "Let's cuddle! I know a way that'll warm us up quick!"
Canada sighed, rolling his eyes because America's voice was much too suggestive for the situation, "Just sit there." He unfolded the map to see if he could find the correct cabin.
"C'mon, Mattie," America wrapped his arm around Canada's shoulder, shoving the map away as he maneuvered himself on top on Canada, "Let's have some snow sex!"
Why the hell did he ever want to come with America in the first place?