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Canada x World, America x Canada

Rated: T

Translations: Mei = Fanon name for Taiwan (short for Meimei, which means 'little sister' in Chinese)

Belgium, to put it lightly, was pissed.

'So,' Belgium furrowed her brows, watching America and Canada from a little chocolate shop across the street from the cafe. She had approached closer, not liking what she had heard when the North Americans' were having their little conversation, 'Matthieu doesn't count my kiss?' The Belgian girl frowned, hearing that Canada 'only' ever kissed Ukraine.

Of course, her kiss had been completely one-sided, but that didn't mean it shouldn't count!

'It's time that France learns about this!'

"Ah ~ what can I do for you, Belgique?" France's smooth voice caressed her ears, but Belgium was in no mood for any French seduction (well, maybe she was, but of a more Canadian variety), "It has been a while since I have seen you last." France purred, eyeing Belgium with no shame.

Belgium cleared her throat, "Francis – I thought that you would like to know that Matthieu and L'Amérique are getting rather.... cozy with each other." Bella stated, resisting the urge to smirk because she knew that France should be able to stop America and Canada getting any closer than they were. France was very slick and cunning when he really wanted to be, especially when it came to romance and seduction.

Though, much to her surprise, France didn't seem so concerned, "Matthieu is simply feeling the 'urge.' I see no reason to be so anxious," Francis stated, pretty much knowing everything about Canada's sex life, "Matthieu has no desire for a long-term commitment ~ except when he is ready for moi! I did raise him to love moi the most!"

Belgium felt her eye twitch, seeing that France was a little too confident, "They went on a date," The Belgian nation drawled, "An actual date," She repeated, smiling now that France snapped to attention, "So, do something about it." She watched France frown deeply, looking thoughtful.

"Matthieu will be easy to convince as he does not want a long-term relationship, but L'Amérique.... if he is serious...." France mumbled to himself, brightening up when an idea hit him. Belgium blinked and watched as Francis confidently left the room, seemingly to go through with his plan.

All Belgium could do was sit back and watch the results.

"No."

"S'il vous plaît?"

"Piss off! I already said no, you Frog!"

"Just talk to him! They are simply not right for each other!"

"Fuck you! Alfred seems perfectly happy!"

"..... If you do not, then I will cut you off."

"...."

"...."

America's happiness or his sex life? The choice was rather easy.

"Done."

Canada sighed, not knowing what to think after his little outing with America. He slumped against the wall, confused on what to do next. Yes, he accepted America's offer and gave him a chance – but, that didn't mean it instantly changed his mind about relationships. Maybe it was just him, as Austria and Hungary and Sweden and Finland all seemed happy, but with his history of being traded off and forgotten; it was hard to just simply forget all the pain and hurt and betrayal.

"I'll go to China. He's the oldest and should know what to do," Canada muttered to himself, hoping that South Korea wasn't with China because he wanted to conversation to be serious, "Do you think that China will be able to help, Kumajirou?" He asked the polar bear, but only received a 'who?' in return.

"Come on, China will probably be in the cafe." Matthew said quietly, picking up Kuamjirou and knowing that Yao would more than likely be there because China simply liked to eat. The Canadian hummed to himself, looking at peace externally while a war waged inside him internally.

Was America really serious? He had said so numerous times, but Canada just couldn't be sure.

'Stop thinking about it! Just forget it for now!' Canada thought harshly, shaking his head lightly and hoping that he wouldn't run into America anytime soon. He sighed, quickly making his way to the cafe and hoping that China would be there so he could ask for advice from the wiser nation (he knew that China did have experience because of his former relationship with Russia). The blond Canadian opened the door to the cafe; his indigo eyes anxiously looking at the designated Asian table and slumping down in disappointment when he noticed that China wasn't there.

Only Hong Kong and Taiwan were sitting at the table, and Canada noticed with a bit of surprise that Hong Kong's normally stoic expression seemed to be slightly relaxed and even light as he listened to Taiwan speak excitedly about whatever topic she was talking about. Matthew swallowed, nervously and slowly approached the table and stopping Taiwan in her one-sided conversation as she blinked prettily up at him.

"Matthew." Hong Kong nodded politely, acknowledging him as Canada smiled at him shyly; sitting down when Hong Kong invited him to do so. Taiwan blinked her chocolatey eyes, mentally wondering who the mysterious nation was, but not asking out loud because that was rather rude. She watched as the nation, who was now giving her brother a greeting, and couldn't help but scrunch her nose after her keen observation.

While the mysterious nation was rather pretty (even though he looked almost identical to America, who had more rugged good looks), his fashion sense was simply horrible. His clothes did not fit his body shape in the least and actually hid his body with their bagginess. Mei wasn't against loose clothing, as long as it flattered, then it was fine.

And being forward as she was (at least, about fashion), Taiwan couldn't help but speak up, "Is that what you really wear out?" She asked incredulously, though she felt a bit bad afterward when the nation blinked at her and Hong Kong sharpened his expression just a bit, "I mean," She quickly added, "It's not very flattering, is it?" She casually tried to say, though the country simply smiled shyly at her and didn't look too offended.

"I know," Canada admitted, knowing that France was always giving him fashion advice and Poland had previously stated that his fashion choices weren't very good. However, he simply liked his comfortable clothing and wasn't too motivated to change his style soon, "But, it's fine." He shrugged, making Taiwan narrow her eyes ever-so-slightly.

"It isn't!" Taiwan argued immediately, still unsure who this nation was, "You cannot be so careless about your fashion sense!" Mei quickly glared when Matthew looked like he was about to say something, shutting him up instantly. Hong Kong resisted the urge to just roll his eyes, seeing that Taiwan looked like she was about to have a fit about Canada's clothing choices.

"I cannot sit here with you if you look like that," Taiwan suddenly sniffed, standing up and grabbing Canada by his arm and dragging him out of his seat, "Come with me. I will find you some better clothing than those." The girl glanced with contempt at his clothes, and dragged the startled Canadian out of the cafe.

And Hong Kong was left sitting there, wondering what would happen to Canada as he calmly sipped his tea with an impassive expression.

Nation # 37 (but not really) Taiwan (Wang Mei) ~ Francis' notes....

Special kinks/turn ons – (The Taiwanese-girl has a love for fashion) – Taiwan always seems to be on top in fashion, especially in Asia. I have never seduced Taiwan because neither China nor Vietnam will let me anywhere near her. Hmmph ~ I could show the girl the time of her life! Since Taiwan is always so fashionable, maybe I could enlist her help to improve Matthieu's horrible fashionable taste?

Canada sighed, putting the book away and waiting nervously as Taiwan dug through her packed suitcase (which happened to be overflowing with clothing), and tried to find something suitable for him. He really didn't want to change from his comfy clothes and Kumajirou didn't look too pleased that he was in the girl nation's room when he could be eating.

"Put this on," Taiwan finally said, coming out with a nice pair of slacks and a dress shirt, "They are Thailand's, but I don't think he'll mind too much." Mei shrugged, and eagerly looked to Matthew for him to change out of his wardrobe disaster.

"But...." Canada weakly argued, sighing when Taiwan glared at him for talking and not changing, "I like my clothes." He muttered, blushing and changing his clothes when Taiwan gave him privacy to do so when she turned around. He put them, unconsciously tugging at the collar of the dress shirt and feeling too uncomfortable (as he did normally when dressed in a suit). He stood still, a bit anxious and nervously waited for Taiwan's approval.

Mei keenly observed the Canadian, looking him down from head-to-toe as she appraised Matthew in her mind, "Not bad," She admitted, flicking her long brown hair over her shoulder, "But, you could do better. Red is your colour, isn't it?" She asked, remembering that his horrid hoodie had been red.

"Yes," Canada said softly, finding the new clothes a bit troublesome. None of the clothing articles held any red, but Taiwan seemed content in her current job. He smiled awkwardly as Taiwan beamed at him brightly, obviously happy that she could help another nation with their sense of style, "Thank you." He said, berating himself mentally because he should have already known that Mei was a fashionista, judging by her own clothes of matching pink and white.

Taiwan twirled her long skirt, blinking her chocolatey eyes when she finally realised something, "Oh! What's your name again?" She batted her lashes, trying to pass it off and trying to sound all casual about it. Matthew stared at her in slight shock; disbelief spread through him because Taiwan was helping him with his fashion sense without even knowing who he was!

"..... I'm Canada."

America blinked, watching from his own spot at the cafe as Taiwan (Taiwan, of all nations!) dragged his northern brother from the room. He frowned, a bit of jealousy building up when Canada barely even resisted her and Hong Kong did nothing, but just let them go.

He was about to get up when a firm hand landed on his shoulder, and pushing down to make him sit down again. The American scowled, quickly glaring up at the person who had stopped him from going after his brother, "What?" He snapped, seeing that it was England – though, his expression seemed a tad more serious than usually.

"Alfred, we need to talk." England said sternly, his bushy eyebrows furrowed and his stare fixated on America. Alfred swallowed nothing, unsure of why he was a bit nervous over Arthur's rigid expression.

"What about?" America tried to say it carelessly and without concern, though his usual smile lost its luster as England kept on staring at him with that same facial expression, "Just get on with it!" America flared, getting a bit fed up with England's staring.

England sighed to himself, rubbing at his temple as if to ward off a headache. What France had said to him earlier actually made sense, as much as he loathed to admit it. And besides, his sex life would get cut by a lot if he didn't go through with this. And England usually craved France's fabulous sex because most of the time it was angry and rough (and everybody knew that angry!sex is the best sex out there).

"America– I forbid you from seeing Canada like that anymore."

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