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Fem!America x Fem!Canada, mentioned Fem!America x Canada, mentioned America x Fem!Canada, mentioned America x Canada

Rated: T


Sapphic

America's always had it in her


"I gotta admit," America said brightly, her eyes shining as she observed the nervous nation across from her, "I've always wondered what it would be like to be with a girl." Her smile widened as Canada flustered quite obviously at the very suggestion.

"W-what do you mean?" Canada swallowed, looking nervous as she tugged on her pigtails. Of course – she was pretty used to perverted comments said to her by America (and France), but that was the male America that she was used to, not this female America.

Seeing America as a girl was a bit strange, she had to admit.

"Yeah, I'm sure you know that guys can be rough," America said casually, though suddenly looked rather thoughtful, "Well, actually – it's more like I'm the one who gives Mattie bruises in bed." She muttered, but it was loud enough for Canada to hear.

Madeleine squeaked, clenching her red beret tightly in her hands while Emily glanced back at her, "Girls, I imagine, are so much softer and we know what we want and where we want it!" America purred, "Guys are just out to get themselves off – (well, except for my Mattie, cuz he's such a sweetheart and all)."

Canada sighed, wanting to agree as America leaned gently into her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder.

"But don't worry, I'm not gonna be a dick like my male counterpart probably is."