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Summary – England goes on a trip to north America. He hopes that Canada will be much more relaxing than America. Boy was he wrong.
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One Arthur Kirkland aka England aka the united kingdom of great Britain and northern Ireland, gave a sigh of relief. He had come to north America to visit his two former charges now full grown nations. Alfred F. Jones aka the Untied States of America aka America Aka the one with to many ways to abbreviate his name. Along with Matthew Williams aka Canada.
He had just arrived in Canada that afternoon after a far to long visit to America. That man could be annoying beyond belief and he could fully understand why Kiku always acted so odd. You would have to, to be friends with someone like Alfred.
But now he didn't have to worry about crazed Americans and their equally odd friends, no now he was in Canada. Home to a almost identical in appearance, but far different in nature, young man. No Mathew and Alfred may have both had blond hair and been the same height but the similarity's ended in appearance. Were Alfred was loud Matthew was quite. Were Alfred ate odd food in odder colors, Matthew ate very good food in normal colors. Were Alfred was rude and self centered, Matthew was kind to a fault. Visiting Canada would be a far better experience than visiting America.
"England did you enjoy your dinner?" He looked at up at the sound of the soft voice. Matthew was smiling at him kindly with only a ting of hope and apprehension being allowed to show in his pail violet eyes.
For his part England couldn't think of a single reason for Matthew to be worried he was one of the best cooks he knew. He supposed it could be attributed to being raised at least partially by France, but he would never admit that. Instead he smiled brightly at the young nation before he replied.
"Yes it was wonderful I haven't had a stew quite like that in ages." The young man practically beamed at him thrilled with the praise he so rarely got. It always triggered a small bit of guilt in England when he saw this. The nation before him was always being overshadowed by his brother. It was rather sad really since Matthew had just as much to offer as Alfred but a pacifistic and soft spoken nature made it hard for him to get the recognition he deserved. England was no different from the other nations in his overlooking of Canada.
"Thanks England. Do you need anything else?" Yes that was Matthew kind to a fault.
"No I'm fine I was actually thinking I might turn in early it's been a stressful week I'm sure you understand since you have to put up with Alfred all the time." He got a understanding and long suffering smile from the Canadian. With a short good night the two parted ways Mathew to the kitchen and him to the guest room.
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Matthews house was good sized large enough for him his provinces and territories as well as a couple guests. This still meant it was only a fifth of the size of Americas house, or his own when he had been the British empire. Though Matthews backward was far larger than his brothers and could rival Russia's. Still it was a nice house a mixture of old fashion and modern. The outside looked like a log cabin while the inside was modern and spacious with a few rustic touches.
The guest room England was staying in was like the rest of the house. Plush cream colored carpet walls painted a few shades darker with pail blue trim. A stone fire place in the corner with a small flat screen TV above it. While several landscapes depicting the Canadian wilderness hung about the room. The furniture was wood carved in a modern design including the lamps. There were two doors one for a moderately sized closest and another to a decent sized bathroom. The window faced north towards the mountains and forest while windows on the south side of the house overlooked Ottawa. To top it off the dark blue and cream bedding was a feather bed, to compensate for those cold Canadian winters of coarse. It seemed Canada was a good decorator as well as a cook, and though England wouldn't admit it even if forced to Marry Russia, France, and America, all at once. It seemed Canada had gotten the best of what both he and France could offer with few if any of the down sides.
England spent the next couple hours reading a book and watching the local news before turning in. Smiling at the thought of the soft fluffy bed. He was soon dead to the world.
In hindsight maybe feather beds weren't such a good thing if England hadn't been in such a deep sleep he would have noticed the odd noises in his room much sooner. As it was England didn't noticed anything amiss until something very heavy jumped on his bed.
England woke with a startled snort and opened blurry eyes. Once his eyes adjusted to the light coming from the sliver of moon light coming in through the window, he began looking around for the disturbance. His eyes soon landed on something large and white staring at him from the end of the bed. Normally this wouldn't have been enough to scare England but the fact that it had glowing red eyes made him wary. When it opened its very large mouth to reveal long white fangs he decided he might be in trouble. When it began moving towards the top of the bed while sniffing the covers as if searching for prey he decided to jump out of bed with a very dignified and manly scream and walk quickly, not run, to Matthews room.
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Matthew was woken from a very nice dream in the early hours of the morning by a rather high pitched scream from down the hall. His first thought was he didn't have any girls staying in his house at this point in time, his second thought was Alfred must have been watching scary movies again. Matthews third thought was complete shock as a panicked Englishman came barging in to his room looking like he'd just run full sprint down the hall.
"Quick quick some sort of wild animal got into the house. It's on my bed. It wanted to eat me." Matthew was beginning to understand were Alfred got his overactive imagination from. They may have been able to see the woods but they were to close to the city for anything dangerous to be hanging around.
"Ok England hang on just a second and I'll see what it is." He reached out a hand to grab the robe hanging on the bed post but before he could think England had grabbed his out stretched had and dragged him out of bed.
"If you don't hurry it might not still be there then who knows were it could end up." With that England pulled him from his room and down the hall to the guest room. The other man didn't even notice the perturbed look on the mild mannered Canadians face, a look normally reserved for Alfred.
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England dragged Matthew into his room thoughts running around his head faster then he could keep up with. Mainly they were along the lines of theirs a wild animal in his bed but the younger man had been more concerned with grabbing a robe. It's not like you need to cover up your pajamas for crying out loud.
He pushed the taller man into the room before him in hopes the younger man could deal with whatever strange creature had gotten in the house. With a soft click of a switch the light turned on revealing a large white lump curled up in the center of the disheveled bed.
Before England could even get a good look at the animal on the bed Matthew had already moved and... did he just pick it up. England's eyes doubled in size as Matthew turned around holding a large white polar bear.
After several moments of staring in shock England began to notice the Canadian speaking to him. ".... just Kumajiro nothing to be worried about. He must have thought you were me. He's had a cold so he can't smell as well as normal probably...." He stopped hearing what the younger man was saying as his brain finally began to process what he was seeing.
He stated at the young blond haired man standing before him with a perturbed look on his face. He was covered by nothing more than a polar bear hanging just barely in front of his vital regions. England screamed.
"Y.... You.... You're and you.... and …. Why.... wearing.. nothing." This was as close to coherent speech as England could get, shocked at seeing the young man standing before him in the nude.
"Yes I'm not wearing anything England I never do when I sleep that's why I wanted the robe." Matthew still looked perturbed.
England's last thoughts before he passed out were 'I blame France.'
Canada's last thoughts before returning to bed were that he owed America a hundred dollars.
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And that's it America isn't the only one with quirks that drive England mad. The only difference is when it comes to Canada he can always blame France.