Author's Note:

Imma be real, this is just an accuse to write brotherly America/Canada fluff, with some added USUK and some mentioned PruCan. Because I really like writing America and Canada. And the more I write stuff for this little USUK universe I have set up, the more I want to do. I promise I'll run out eventually. Y'know, probably. I actually have a big problem with starting worlds and then wanting the expand them rapidly, and that distracting me from other things XD I'll run out eventually. Plus I'm considering writing some Italy centered stuff, like him meeting Poland and the Ukraine, or him going to Oktoberfest with Germany. So I might do those, because Italy is a fun character but I'm having so much fun with America, Canada and England.

But yeah. In this, Canada and America hang out and talk about stuff. Fluffy. Adorable. USUK, mentioned PruCan, yeah.

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"Heeeyyy, bro!" America greeted Canada, opening his door wide. America had invited Canada over to play video games and watch anime, Canada was too polite to decline. It might be fun, anyway, America had calmed down alot since he had been with England, especially since the pair had gotten married. Plus, Canada was changing to. At England and America's wedding Canada had a... thing with Prussia. A thing that had turned into something of a relationship, and since then, Canada had been becoming slightly more outspoken. Prussia was rubbing off on him in that respect.

"Hello, America, is Britian not home?" Canada smiled as he entered the home.

"Nah, he's still at his office at the embassy, doing all his lame British paperwork." America waved his hand that wasn't closing the door. "Also, look at you! Talking in a tone of voice that is nearly a regular speaking voice! I like what Prussia is doing to you, dude." Canada's face turned bright pink.

"If you say so." The canadian chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "So what do you have planned for us today?"

"I was thinking a few hours of Mario Kart and then we could watch Attack on Titan." America said as they made their way towards the living room. Canada nodded in agreement with that plan and took in the house in more detail.

It was accurring to Canada that he hadn't been in America's Virgina home since England had moved into it as their shared States-side home. The pair also shared England's main home in Britain, with the pair alternating between the homes most of the time. Canada could see a lot of changes, for one thing, England had made him repaint the walls. There were more paintings up and the house smelt like less like fast food and more like flowers. He noticed there were some lit candles. Granted, it was still very obvious it was America's house. There were still lots of red, white, and blue, a big TV with video games, and in the living room where America had preparing for Canada to come over there were tons of snack foods and soft drinks. Canada also noticed there was a bottle of Canadian maple syrup. Wierd.

"Welcome to my home, dude, we are going to have fun today!" America was starting to flail around already. Dear Lord. The american then went and picked up the bottle of maple syrup and thrusted it at his brother. "Here! I read somewhere that some Canadians like to drink maple syrup so I got you some! This is the kind you can drink, right?"

Canada looked down at the bottle in his hands. It was good stuff, pure syrup. He could drink it, but it'd be really strong. It was also unfortunate that America had learned that steroetype but atleast he was trying, right? Canada could appreciate that. And he actually did enjoy drinking maple syrup, but Canada was just weird that way, most of his population only had it on pancakes and the like.

"Oh... Well, this is very nice of you, America, thanks. Though, this might be better used for cooking or in a mixed drink, eh." Canada smiled, accepting the syrup by pulling it towards his chest. America seemed to deflate for a second before fully processing the sentence and brightening up.

"Wait... mixed drink? What, like booze?" America had a mischievous glint in his eyes that Canada wasn't sure he liked.

"... Yes?" Canada peeped, holding the bottle closer for protection.

"One second." America whispered before bolting off somewhere in the house. Canada was confused before America returned, lifting one bottle of whiskey and another bottle of rum like they were trophies.

"America!" Canada gasped, catching onto America's intentions immedaitely. "It's not legal for us to drink in your country!"

"That law is stupid. We are hundreds of years old and have served in more wars then any living veteran. I think it's fine, and I'm America, so there. We have my go ahead." America nodded, plopping himself down on the couch.

"It's the middle of the day!" Canada yelled, though it was really just over normally speaking level for normal people.

"Barely, it's four in the afternoon. That is pretty much drinking time. I've seen England drink earlier." Of course he had.

"Fine, but we only drink a little. No getting drunk." Canada said, sitting down by his brother.

"Agreed. It's a bitch trying to play videogames hammered." Not Canada's point, but okay, that worked.

And so Canada mixed them some drinks while America readied the WiiU so that they could play Mario Kart. America choose Mario and Canada chose Luigi, but America picked the good ol' fashioned cart with Canada favoring the bike. A small agruement spawned when Canada used a blue shell on America... and still lost. America was pissed that he was blue shelled and Canada was accusing him of cheating somehow. The truth of the matter was that Canada didn't use the blue shell properly and that is why he lost. Peace then settled over the pair of videogaming countries... Intill.

"So... How are things going with you and Prussia?" America asked, sparing his brother a glance. Canada's natural tendency towards blushing came to bite him in the ass and he turned bright red.

"Ah- We are just fine." Canada said, trying to focus on the screen.

"Really? 'Cause you two seem like a really odd couple."

Canada understood now, this was America's weird way of expressing concern. England was having an influence on him, definetely, but America would have to work on his exacution.

"We're fine, America. It's one of those opposites attract things, like you and England, and that worked out for you, right?" Canada raised a brow, still focusing on the screen. "You and England are a beautiful... Bickering couple."

"Hey, the beauty is in the bickering." America laughed. "I'd be worried if we didn't bicker. Plus it's funny when England gets mad. His big ol' eyebrow scrunch together and his face does this thing and it's adorable."

"I'm sure it is..." Canada said, smiling awkwardly. "But it must be hard for you, living with someone so... proper and neat as England."

"Yeah... but here's the thing, its actually sort of nice. He makes sure the houses are clean and that they smell nice. He embroiders and gardens, it's sort of like living with a chick." America said as he blasted Waluigi with a red shell to over take him for second place. First place he comes. "And don't let his gentlemanly nature fool you, he just as capable of being a gross boy as the rest of us."

"I'm sure." Canada repeated, hoping America would stop there... but since when is Canada that lucky?

"For real, bro, it's bad. He has the worst gas-" Oh God, please stop. "- I mean we are both pretty bad, because we both eat a lot of red meat, but England has been eating a lot of curry. The thing about it is that England is used to spiceless diet, and so curry upsets his little British tummy. And I swear the paint peels off the walls, he could kill small animals."

"America, I don't want to hear that, ever."

"What, we can't talk about bodily functions? We're hundreds of years old, you've raised thirteen provinces and I raised the states, can't we have a mature conversation about bodily functions?" America had paused the game and Canada had accepted that he was about to be launched into an uncomfortable talk.

"No. And I don't see what us having kids has anything to do with it." Canada said, just a little more blunt then he normally would. He wasn't sure if it was because of Prussia's influence on him or because he was with America. He was generally more outspoken around his brother, for reasons.

"Dude, kids are gross, they are sticky and have no concept of personal space, social graces, and they are super loud. Y'know, like me." America sat his controller down. "You remember that time when you came over with Nova Scotia and Manitoba when we found Kansas and Nova ripped one and that was the first time Kansas laughed? That was fun."

"You have a point." Canada conceded. "I guess that was fun, mostly mortifying."

"It was funny, man, his face was so red, and Kansas had a cute baby laugh." America snickered. "How are your kids, by the way?"

"The same, Quebec is still being a little rebellious." Canada swirled around his drink, having given up on the game being unpaused.

"He's French, isn't he? Of course he complains alot." America joked, Canada glared at him, even if he was smiling.

"That's not funny, America!"

"And I looked it up, people go on strike in you country a lot, don't they?" America's smirk was growing. "That little bit of time France raised you really had an impact, didn't it?"

"Shut up." Canada said, cheeks positively red. "Speaking of kids, how are yours dealing with you being married to England?"

"They are... dealing with it. They are real grudge holders, man. Mass still doesn't like him that much. And a few of the orginal thirteen... Yeah. But Virgina and Maryland like him because he's good with D.C.. It seemed like he learned something from raising all those colonies and sucking at it, because he is great with the little guy. I took a bunch of pictures the last time we babysitted, you wanna see?"

"Sure. D.C. is a cute one." Canada chuckled and America whipped out his phone to show off the pictures.

The first of the photos was of little D.C. in his highchair, a crumpet in his tiny hands, big eyes pointed up that the camera, in the next picture the crumpet had a bite out of it and the baby was crying. The next was of England comforting the child... and flipping off the camera. After that was a picture of the little one nomming on some cookies America came several pictures of little D.C. playing with toys, laying on America's chest, or watching TV. Then in the middle of the set of pictures there was picture of England and D.C., both down for an afternoon nap. England had a hand between the baby's neck and head, with the baby laying across England's chest on his belly, his tiny baby booty in the air in that way babies do, fast asleep. Canada noticed that picture was both up close and personal and that America lingered on it longer then the others. Then was a series of more random accurrences of adorableness, followed by another more personal picture of England and D.C., alseep in bed. England was conked out, his stuffed bear hidden in the behind him, with D.C. between him and America, the baby spread out like he owned the bed. The next picture was one he was sure America had meant for him not to see, but America had accidently over swiped. It was a picture of America feeding D.C. in the early morning the next day, America was in his UFO boxers and D.C. was equally unclothed, being only in his Winnie the Pooh daipers. While Canada was postive America hadn't want him to see it, by the way he swiftly turned off his phone, but what America didn't know is that Canada and a bunch of other countries had already seen it because England sent it to a bunch of countries as revenge for some stupid thing America did. But America didn't need to know that.

"Looks like you had a good time." Canada smiled.

"Yeah, it was fun." America nodded, sitting his phone to the side with a grin, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. "Hey, why don't we skip the rest of this round, just go strait to the anime watching portion of the afternoon?"

"That sounds good with me." The canadian brother nodded and Netflix was turned on.

And so the pair settled down for the afternoon, watching anime and alternating between drinking soda and whiskey mixed with maple syrup. Sometimes they would break out into conversations, mostly probbing conversations into the aspects of Canada's relationship with Prussia once America had drunk enough, Canada eventually cut America off before he got trashed. England would be pissed if America got trashed. Speaking of England.

"America, I'm home!" England hollered as he entered the house through the backdoor. Canada had never seen America get up so fast. The american jogged over just as England entered the room. The pair embraced and shared a kiss.

"Hey, babe, why'd you came in through the back?" America asked, wrapping his arms around his waist.

"I fed your blasted whale friend, and I wanted to visit Sparkles in your stable." England muttered, getting closer to America. America had rolled his eyes at the mention of the 'unicorn' that England had gotten him for his birthday a few years ago. Goofball.

"Thanks man, that reminds me, the second floor bathroom is preoccupied, Tony is going through some sort of weird skin molting thing and he's really insecure about it so he's walled himself up in there."

"Of course!"

"Come on, babe, be cool. Tony is my best friend, the least you can do is try to like him." America tried to give him cuddle, England resisted.

"It'd be easier if he'd stop calling me a 'fucking limey'." England grumbled, his husband gave him a squeeze.

"You just gotta deal, Artie, that's just his style. He's just tryin' to bust your balls, it means he likes you."

"I-" England started before glancing overand seeing Canada. "Oh! You have a guest- uh, hello there... errrr-"

"Canada."

"Right! Canadia! America mentioned something about you coming over, I hadn't realized you were coming over today." England shoved America away and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I told he was coming over this morning." America snickered. "Memory going, old man?"

"Belt up, I was just... too tired to retain the information." England crossed his arms.

"Surrreee."

From there, England and America launched themselves into their normal round of bickering, at which time Canada decided to slip out the front door, to let them do their own thing. And to call Prussia and tell him about his day, America had kept him so preoccupied that he forgot to text him all day. Opps.

AN:

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