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Chapter 219: Hangover Hangups

Canada's head felt as though someone was working on it in a construction site, and his stomach felt as though he was caught in a maelstrom. That was the first thing he realised when he woke up, and it took him a few seconds longer to realise that he had a hangover.

He simply laid there, not in the mood to stand up when he was feeling like that. He even ignored the growling in his stomach in favour of staying put. And that was where he would have stayed, had the door not slammed open.

"Good morning, Sunshine," Wales said cheerfully. "It's a bright day, and we welcome the world and all it brings."

Canada slowly pulled the cover from his face, glaring at his uncle.

"You're a real hypocrite," Canada said. "You know that, right?"

"Well, considering I've been listening to your drunken ramblings for a few hours last night when I should have been sleeping myself, consider this payback," Wales informed him.

Canada groaned as he remembered the events of the previous night, and the reason for them.

"Please tell me I didn't do anything embarrassing," he begged.

"Not really," Wales said. "Just gushed over the things you found attractive in a person and which nations fit those requirements. So, last night wasn't a total loss."

Canada squinted at his uncle, before the full weight of his words crashed into him, and he buried his face in his hands.

"How bad's the damage?" he questioned.

Wales crossed his arms, recalling how Canada kept bringing up different things he liked, and the nations that matched those requirements, many of them overlapping, until he finally passed out from all of the alcohol he had consumed – most of a bottle of whisky, a bottle of gin, a bottle of beer and half a bottle of wine.

He needed to speak to Canada about his tolerance level, but that could come later.

"Well, you don't really care about physical appearance," Wales said. "Not even gender. And you seem to like people who aren't really straightforward. People who appear rough, or stoic, but who are actually sweet. You specifically mentioned Romano, Netherlands and Norway with that description. You also like people who are quiet and appear calm in any situation, like Egypt, Greece and India. And you also liked the fact that Austria wrote a song for you."

Canada groaned when he heard all of that. He hoped that it was the worst of it.

"I don't think I need to hear this anymore," Canada said.

"Oh, but that's just the introduction," Wales said.

"…Could we skip ahead to anyone else I mentioned?" Canada requested.

"Fine. Ukraine, Italy, Denmark, Iceland, Romania and Hong Kong. And then there are a few other nations that you said you wanted to get to know a bit better."

Canada was silent as he processed that information. It was a bit more than he could handle, especially since he didn't remember most of it. But, now that Wales mentioned it…

The nations he mentioned… were all the nations he saw during his dream. All of the nations that the dragon thought could influence him best.

"Anyway…" Wales sighed. "I brought you something. For the hangover."

Canada sat up a bit, and Wales handed him a glass of… something. Knowing the type of concoctions that were usually used to cure hangovers, he could already tell that this would be highly unpleasant.

"Bottoms up," Wales said, smirk in place.

Canada glared at Wales, and the Welshman couldn't help the bubble of pride expanding in his chest. Perhaps the month hadn't been a total waste. Because before, Canada wouldn't have ever glared at him, hangover or not. That meant that Canada wasn't as fragile as he had been before the month started.

He'd grown. And that was something that Wales could be proud of.

"I think we'll take a break in our training for today," Wales said. "You can spend the time getting over your hangover, and I'll spend the time planning out your training regimen. Now that I know what type of dragon's inside your soul, I know how to tame it."

"Great…" Canada groaned, before swallowing the first gulp of the concoction.

He was right. It tasted horrible, and he could still feel the lumps. He shuddered at the taste, and Wales could only chuckle in amusement.

…

The rest of the week went by pretty fast. Canada had a variety of harsh training sessions, followed by some mild meditation. Following the advice that India had given him, he managed to make progress with his meditation.

And when he wasn't busy training his magic, he was thinking of his love life. He'd even used a few meditation sessions trying to figure out the best course of action. And finally, he had a plan.

But for now, he had other priorities.

"Well, I guess this is it," Wales said, hands in his pockets. "I guess I'll see you soon. And hopefully, not at another meeting, and not in tears."

Canada chuckled, thinking about how the month of chaos had begun.

"Right," he said. "We'll make plans to visit."

"You have the Latin Americans coming by now, right?" Wales asked.

"Yeah," Canada said. "Sounds like they'll be there for two weeks."

Wales winced.

"That means you have less than a week for yourself," Wales said. "And if your boss decides to give you work…"

"I don't think that's going to be a problem," Canada said, smiling. "He's so happy about the improvement of our international relations that he told me that whatever it is I'm doing, I should keep doing it and that would be my first priority."

Wales smirked.

"So in other words, your boss actually gave you permission to goof off and hang out with other nations," he said. "What about paperwork?"

"He said that he'll handle everything, as long as I help the country get back on the map," Canada said.

He turned his head slightly when he heard the boarding call, and he sighed.

"Well, I guess I better get going now," he said.

"Yeah," Wales said. "See you soon."

I myself don't have any experience with hangovers, but I've heard enough about the symptoms.