"….EeeYAAAAHHHH!"
Frantic hands grabbed a fistful of skirt, font and back, and pulled down to cover the…the….
Bloomers.
BLOOMERS.
Ribboned, short, lacey bloomers. Where was his underwear?
"So do you get it now?" Kumajirou asked, looking passive.
"…..No!" He whined. "No, I do not! Why WOULD I get it now?" He felt like crying right now. He really did. "What's there to get? What just happened (eh)? Why am I wearing a miniskirt and bloomers?" The bear sighed for the umpteenth time. Matthew was starting to get irritated himself. Though for more understandable reasons than the bear had.
He rubbed his legs together, just now noticing how hairy they were...
"You're a Nation Scout." The cub explained. "Sailor Canada, champion of your country. You're job is to defend the world from Soviet Force."
"…Soviet-" The blonde cut himself off. "The Red Scare was American! And it ended decades ago!"
"I'm talking about the Dark Kingdom that calls itself Soviet Force." Kumajirou further explained. "Honestly."
"You don't have the right to be the irritated one here (eh)!" Matthew scowled. He paused soon after, blinking. "Did I just-"
"You're Sailor Canada. You'll be saying 'eh' a lot."
"….M….Maple…" He sighed, depressed.
"That too."
After another few silent seconds of woe-is-me on Matthew's part, the blonde took a deep breath, exhaled and looked at Kumajirou.
"...Let me see if I have this straight." He said calmly, trying to piece everything together. "I...Am a superhero."
"Kinda."
"Who fights Soviets-"
"Soviet Force."
"In a miniskirt."
"That's right." Kumajirou nodded.
There was a pause.
"...I can't believe that sentence actually happened..." Matthew muttered to himself. The boy rubbed his upper arm with his gloved hand. The material felt smooth on his skin. "Look, I...I don't know." He said quietly. "I think you'd be better off asking Alfred (eh). He...He loves this 'hero' stuff. He'd eat this up."
"It's not a matter of asking." Kumajirou licked his paw and began to groom himself a bit. "It's not a matter of choice. You were destined for this."
"Are you sure? I mean, a lot of people mistake me for Alfred (eh)."
The people that actually notice me, anyway.
He thought, feeling even more upset.
"It's you. I know it."
"How do you-"
A familiar eight-bit melody chimed from his backpack. Clumsily - having to adjust to the heels of the boots - Matthew made his way to his bag, kneeling down and taking out his cell phone.
"Feliciano?" He said, looking at the ID on his screen.
But it's way late for him to call...and too early for him to remember his homework...and wasn't he supposed to be shopping or something?
He wondered briefly but flipped it open, pressing it to his ear.
"Hello?"
"Matthew!" Gloved fingers gripped the phone tight at the distressed cry.
"Feli, what's wrong?" He bit back a small 'eh'.
"Uwaa~, you have to help!"
There was a crash in the background on the Italians end.
"I-I went to the jeweler over by the bakery, th-the one that makes the really good-"
Something shattered and cut Feliciano off. The brunette yelped.
"Feli?"
"I was looking for something for Ludwig and everyone passed out all of a sudden and the lady turned into a monster and she's after me!"
Monster?
"A...monster?"
"Yeah! Her eyes are all red and her fingers turned into claws and she got all wrinkly and dried out!"
Another crash.
"Help!" Matthew gasped softly as a cackling laughter flooded over the phone as the Italian screamed.
A laughter that...
The phone cut off.
A laughter that wasn't human.
"Feliciano..." He whispered, fingers trembling around the cell phone. His heart sped up and dropped into his stomach and he felt a bleak feeling in the pit of his gut.
"A monster." The bear said. "That sounds like Soviet Force. Your friend's in big trouble, isn't he?"
A small nod. The boy in the skirt snapped the cellular shut and sighed a bit.
"A superhero, huh?" He asked.
"Basically." Kumajirou replied. "Sailor Canada. A Nation Scout. Defender of your country, and of this world."
...
His fist clenched, and he turned to look at Kumajirou, a determined look in his blue eyes.
"Alright (eh)."
~*~*Elsewhere~*~*
The four minions were scattered across the small, empty room, left with the Soviet Sphere in it's rightful place as it showed them the images of their current attempt at conquest, a small panel with buttons, and oddly enough, a minibar which Poland seemed rather fond of at the moment.
Estonia frowned at the red ball on the pedestal, watching the minion as she took hold of the boys neck.
"H-Hey. Shouldn't Anya have secured the c-captured energy already?" Latvia asked, standing off to the side with the other two.
"Like, what's she up to?" Poland asked, mixing himself another Shirley Temple.
"We'll find out." Estonia growled, getting closer to the panel, pressing a few buttons before adjusting a nearby mic attached to the console. "Anya!" The fiend froze, listening to the voice only she could hear and she winced at Estonia's loud tone. "Why are you hesitating, we need that energy!"
"My sincerest apologies, Master Estonia." The monstrous slave's voice echoed from the object. "But there's only one left to drain. I have him now, I'll just need a few more seconds."
"She just wants to, like, show off." Poland scoffed, inspecting his face in a compact mirror.
"I-I do not!"
"Poland, leave her alone, she's a Pawn." Lithuania sighed. "We were all Pawns once."
"Doesn't mean she doesn't wanna suck Estonia's co-"
"Just. Get. It. Done." He growled, turning off the intercom. Anya returned to draining her opponent as Estonia turned to glare at Poland.
"...What?" He asked with a shrug. "I see you two in the hall. She's totally trying to get into your pants. And, like, you were gunna let her."
Latvia looked to Lithuania, curiously. Lithuania dismissed it with a wave of his hand yet gave Estonia a look. Estonia was still aggravated.
"That was official business...We were practicing a routine Honey Trap ploy." He defended himself, adjusting his glasses to distract from his reddened cheeks.
"I don't think honey tastes like your-"
"POLAND."
"That's, like, where you want to take her. Pole Land."
~*~*Soon~*~*
Fingers tightened around the young Italians thin neck. His tinier, weaker hands gripped at the monstrous woman's wrists, trying to pry her hands off, but to no avail.
"S-Someone...help..." He gasped out as the veiny, shriveled hands tightened.
"There's no one who can, dear." Anya let out a cruel laugh as his grip weakened, hands dropping to his sides with a sigh of surrender.
"No one but me." A voice said from the doorway. Anya twisted her head around again, her now-sharp, red eyes landing on the figure silhouetted by the light of the moon and streetlights from outside. "Let. Him. Go. (eh)"
"Oh? What's this? I thought I heard something but it was just a little mouse."
"I said let him go!" The boy stepped forward, his person now visible to his current foe. Anya scoffed.
"Why should I?"
"Not very forceful, are you?"
The bear whispered from outside, next to the doorway.
"I'm trying..." Canada sighed, swallowing his nervousness, and his pride, for the umpteenth time now.
"I'm...I'm Sailor Canada (eh)!"
...
And upon utterance of the phrase, Canada realized just how embarrassingly painful his death would be.
"You're kidding, right?" The servant laughed, dropping Feliciano. The Italian boy hit the floor, unconscious. Canada bit his lip seeing his friend so still and unmoving.
Feliciano…
"No," He wasn't used to feeling so strong, so confident…so angry. "I'm not."
The monster smirked a bit. "Heh."
"I'm Sailor Canada." He repeated. Did he sound a bit louder? He felt louder, he felt confident.
"I won't let you get away with this." He pressed on. "So give up now or consider yourself punished."
"'Consider yourself punished'." Kumajirou repeated. "We'll have to work on your dialogue."
"When you get up here and help me, you can say things like that (eh)." Canada muttered to the bear.
"That won't happen."
"Then be quiet."
"I'm terrified, really." She scoffed, the giant ring on her finger glowing again. "Whatever shall I so? Maybe my friends can help me."
Canada's blue eyes widened as the bodies on the floor, sans Feliciano, rose up, as if controlled.
"…Crap."
The Nation Scout bit his lip as the people raised their glazed eyes to him and singled him out as the enemy.
"Now, my minions!" The monster cackled. "Destroy the intruder!" Canada looked into the crowd, analyzing the situation.
"What's wrong?" The bear asked him. "You have to do something."
"Like what? I can't hit them." He responded as the possessed shoppers got closer. "They're being controlled. They're not thinking (eh)."
"They don't have to." Kumajirou warned. "Duck!"
Canada did so, just as a vicious, careless leg swung for his head.
"This isn't good…" The gentle blonde sighed, scanning the room for…
Huh?
Canada eyed the glowing jewel adorning the victims, and the ever glowing gem on the monster herself. Maybe…
He darted out of the way of a stray hand and gripped the necklace around a random neck. With a stronger tug than he remembered having, he ripped it off her neck, breaking the chain. The woman ceased her attack, collapsed to the floor and the jewel dimmed and turned to dust.
Canada smiled at that.
"Alright." His hand clenched into a determined fist.
"Don't you think that might take a while?" Kumajirou asked. The words fell on deaf ears as Canada launched himself into the crowd of people. "I guess I'll cheer you on from here then."
One by one, the gemstones were ripped off, dust covering the floor as he moved as fast as he could. Something about the boots and gloves, he deduced, made him stronger and faster. Or maybe it was the transformation itself. Whichever, it suddenly made the entire aspect of the costume at least useful.
...But why a minisk-
A misstep was the rookie hero's downfall, however, as Canada tripped and hit the floor ("Maple!"). He turned and inspected his bruised knee with a finger.
He hissed softly at the touch. Grazed, not too bad, but it still hurt. The blonde turned to the mob of people behind him. He felt his muscles turn to goo as his confidence faded due to his folly.
Could he really hurt all these people? When they didn't even do anything? Well, not on purpose anyway.
Well, yes, he certainly could. If he could beat Alfred, he could beat them. But this was entirely different, a matter of would instead of could. If push came to shove, would he really…
Canada's reverie was broken by a pitchy wail from the demonic creature controlling the humans. The gem on the ring on her finger had shattered, the pieces clattering to the floor and evaporating into an ominous red mist. The glow of the other gems faded after that, the drained victims falling to the floor.
The ring had taken her finger with it, it seemed, as it twitched next to where the gem once was, on the floor instead of on her hand.
Ew.
"Kesesesese~"
Laughter?
Canada noticed now, the small black item by the finger stuck in the floor. A throwing star in the shape of an Iron Cross.
…Was that a bird etched into the middle?
"Who's laughing?" Anya cried. "Stop that laughing!"
"Wanna know what I think about jewelry?" Canada looked up to the window, spotting a masked man in a tuxedo leaning against the frame. A gloved hand held his top hat in place on his head and a wide grin was on his face.
"If they're expensive, they're not worth it. But if they're cheap, they're crap. So, basically, jewelry's stupid."
"H-How dare you? Who are you?" The man's distinct laughter ("Kesesesese~") rang out again.
"Someone awesome." He stood straight, no longer leaning. "Tuxedo Awesome! That's me!"
Tuxedo Awesome...
Canada's mind took a few seconds to wrap around that.
This night keeps getting crazier and crazier...
"A Canadian who insults Canadians and Zorro's delusional stunt double." Anya growled. "What a motley crew!" The finger on the ground quivered slightly before an unknown force pulled it back onto her hand, reattaching as if nothing had happened.
"Hmph." The man – Tuxedo Awesome – flung his cape open to reveal the sheath of a falchion sword. White fingers grabbed the hilt of the sword and pulled it from its scabbard as he jumped down from the window. The masked crusader rushed forward, raising his blade and slicing the creature in half. He brought the risen sword down again and sliced off another part for good measure, never once breaking stride throughout this. The man skid to a stop in front of Canada, squared off shoulders and held out a hand.
"Come on, get up." He beckoned. The rookie hero watched the gloved hand carefully, and after a moment, took it, letting the man pull him to his feet where he stood just under the man's chin.
…Damn, he was tall.
"I bought us some time." He told Canada, turning his head to look at the...woman. "But it won't last long if that finger was to judge. If you have anything that can finish her, use it. Normal physical hits obviously aren't going to do anything lasting." Canada nodded, thinking to himself. Did he have anything?
"Canada!" The white bear called, smacking something across the floor to the boy clad in a skirt. The small object hit his foot, finally close enough for the blonde hero to see it was a small black hockey puck. "Use that!"
The scout bent down and picked it up, examining the object. There was a maple leaf embedded into both sides.
"There isn't a lot of time! Throw it at her and say 'Maple Magic Hockey Puck'." Kumajirou explained.
….
Canada looked at the bear then the puck, then the bear again, exasperated.
"You're giving me a magic hockey puck?"
He knew this feeling. He knew he was offended. He just didn't know if he was offended by the stereotyping of the concept or the sheer stupidity of it all.
"You might want to hurry!" Tuxedo Awesome warned, spying the creature beginning to reform. Canada fumbled a bit, getting back up to his feet.
There it was. That rush again. The overflow of power...
Canada held the puck sideways and the puck glowed slightly in his hand. The glow encompassed the object, as Canada held it carefully for a turn.
...Okay, the posing was a little stupid...but he'd be lying if he said it didn't feel sort of cool.
"Maple...Magic..." he started, turning his body a bit for a better toss.
"Hockey..."
His arm swung out, releasing the puck and letting it fly out for a finishing blow.
"PUCK!"
Anya just managed to reform herself, snarling and whipping her head around.
"WHERE ARE YOU? WHAT'S-"
The glowing puck whizzed past its mark, ricocheting off the wall and the next one it hit.
"DUCK (eh)!" Canada yelled. He grabbed the man by the collar and pulled him down, hearing him grunt as he did so. Tuxedo Awesome and Sailor Canada hit the floor with a thud, the masked man on top of our newbie hero.
The puck continued to bounce off the walls, even hitting the floor and ceiling a few times before one lucky angle was hit just right.
The glowing hockey puck tore into her body, a high-pitched wailing following the impact that left the blondes ears ringing. Canada shielded his eyes from the bright burst of light that it caused. He heard Tuxedo Awesome swear under his breath, and felt the moist heat of his breath on his exposed neck.
The light faded, leaving a petrified, statue of Anya in its wake. His blue eyes were wide.
"I...did that?"
The puck fell to the floor on the other side of the room, having done its job for one night, stopping next to the Iron Cross throwing star.
"YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE LAST OF SOVIET FORCE!"
With that last, echoed threat, the minion disintegrated into dust.
~*~*Meanwhile, with Soviet Force~*~*
The energy aura around the volleyball-sized object extended out before vanishing completely. The Sphere, once rippling with human energy, lost its ominous glow, now returning to its normal blood red color.
"Damnit..." Estonia growled, adjusting his glasses nervously. Lithuania looked on from behind him.
"Estonia? How did we lose? Who was that?" There was no immediate answer. Estonia eyed the man in the sphere for a few seconds, taking in the shape.
...He needed to shave his legs.
"E-Estonia?" The seething stopped, the man taking this time to breathe deeply, let it out, and adjust his clothes.
"An unneeded thorn in our side." The bespectacled crony said simply with a frown.
"UGH. I knew you'd screw it up." Poland scoffed. "Next mission's mine!"
"AS if you could even handle a mission. You couldn't before and you can't now." Estonia scoffed. "We'll have to report this to Our Lady." Latvia said, changing the subject. The short-haired blonde nodded somberly.
"Indeed...She won't be happy."
~*~*Back To Our Hero(s)~*~*
Canada stared at the pile of dust that was once his enemy.
"I really did that?"
"Yeah, you did." He tensed. He'd almost forgotten about the man who was lying on top of him. "Nice job."
...That sounded so wrong.
"Ah, th-thanks...C-Can you get up now (eh)?" The blonde asked nervously. Tuxedo Awesome looked at him, a small smirk curling onto his lips.
"What if I don't want to?" He questioned. Canada flushed a bit, fumbling with his words.
"Wh-What?" He swallowed. "Um, pl-please get up?" The man in the mask paused for a bit, watching his face.
"Well, since you asked nicely.." He sat up, straddling Canada and making him feel even more awkward. The hand extended out to him again and he took it once more, letting the albino man pull them to their feet.
Dusting himself off, the caped man watched the dust pile with slight caution.
"It worked, right?" The boy in the skirt asked.
"Of course it did. Don't underestimate Nation Magic." The man seemed satisfied with his answer. "So, you are that Nation." He folded his arms, nodding to himself. "I knew you felt different." Canada blinked at that as the man continued to talk to himself. ("I mean, I might've gotten it wrong that first time, but this is the real deal.")
"Wh-What?"
"You are Canada, right?" He asked. "I mean, I don't know any other country with such a fondness for 'maple' or hockey pucks." The blonde watched him.
"Yes...but I never told you that. How do you know? And who are you anyway (eh)?" The masked man turned to the newfound hero and smirked.
"Well, for one, the maple leaf gave you away, like I said." Canada sighed. Of course. "And two, I already told you. Call me Tuxedo Awesome." The boy shook his head.
"No, no, I got that, but...I mean...what are you-who-"
"Someone awesome." He stepped closer to the smaller nation. Canada took a flustered step back but Tuxedo Awesome gripped his chin gently. His soft face was tilted up to look at the face of the mystery man.
His hand was warm, even through the glove. And he could see a faint outline of the man's eyes from behind the eye-mask. Red eyes?
"Someone who saw a really cute Nation needed help and decided to help them out." The Canadian hero tensed.
"C-Cute?"
"Uh-huh." A grin grew from the small smirk. "And if you can keep a secret, I have a little soft spot for cute things." Canada turned as red as his skirt. His heart was pounding wildly in his chest as the man leaned in closer.
"W-Wait!" Tuxedo Awesome blinked. "I-I've never...We...We just met (eh)!"
"I'm impulsive." He said simply. "And I like cute things. I said that already." The gloved digits let go of his chin, the backs of the fingers stroking the underside of his chin. A small shiver went up the blondes' spine. "But, if you insist..." The fingers left. Canada's heart slowly returned to its normal rate when Tuxedo Awesome pulled away, shrugging jovially.
"Th-Thank you." The man turned, surveying the scene.
"Unharmed civilians, destroyed the enemys' Pawn,...All in all, pretty good for a first time." The taller one said. "But your enemies are going to get stronger and fiercer. It might be wiser to think of your well-being before rushing right in. I give ya a...C. Almost minus, but, you landed the killing blow, so that gave ya some extra points."
"I didn't want to hurt anyone." Canada confessed. "They didn't do anything wrong, (eh)." The man's head tilted. "Not on purpose. They were being controlled." He insisted. The tuxedoed man just smiled at that, amused almost.
"Cute." His smile was warm, already fond of the blonde, it seemed. "I think we'll get along."
"'Get along' like friends or 'get along' like how I think you meant it?" He asked.
A broad grin creased his face. He laughed again.
"Kesesesese~"
With only that as his answer, Tuxedo Awesome grabbed his cape and swung it upwards, removing him from sight. Within seconds, he was gone in a flutter of...yellow bird feathers.
...
Oh hell, he used a magic hockey puck, and wore a miniskirt and bloomers, he could let bird feathers slide.
The polar bear trotted to Canada, walking around and over the collapsed civilians around them.
"Well, that wasn't as painful as it could've been. You only came out with a scratch." Kumajirou gestured to Canada's knee. He nodded absently, walking away from the bear. The blonde stopped by the throwing star, reaching down and picking up his hockey puck. He looked carefully at the Iron Cross still stuck in the floor. With caution, the rookie hero pulled it out of the floor and examined it in his palm, running a thumb over the bird etched into the middle.
"He certainly seems to like you." Kumajirou commented. "I wonder who he is, though..."
"Someone who saw a really cute Nation needed help and decided to help them out."
Canada couldn't help but groan.
"I dunno, but he's barking up the wrong tree (Eh)."
There was an awkward pause.
"...How do I change back into my normal clothes?"
~*~*Later That Night...~*~*
A young man entered the jewelry store through the broken window above. Masked eyes scanned the area crumbled, rubble everywhere. He gave a low whistle.
"Damn, this is a mess. I thought you said Soviet Force set up shop. You said this was in full swing."
"That's what He said!" A distorted voice said from behind, a creature on his back. "That's what He fucking said, damnit!"
"Chill, man, chill, everyone makes mistakes. Hold on, let's get a closer look." The man knelt down, eyeing the area before jumping from the ledge onto the floor. He stood straight afterwards, looking around.
"Fuuuck...this place is totaled." The voice said again. The young man said nothing, walking a bit, inspecting the store. He hummed quietly, spotting a pile of ashes on the floor.
"Is that-"
"The Pawn? Probably." White gloves shoved some of the dust away, looking through for...
That.
He picked up a ring band with the jewel missing, inspecting the back. He frowned at the initials inside.
S.F.
"The fuck is this?" The creature scoffed as the teen boy gripped the band.
"Someone got here first."
~*~*Hetalia High School, Second Period, Next Day~*~*
He just wanted to go back to bed, he was so tired. Who knew crime fighting would take up so much time? He'd barely slept.
"Ne, ne! Matthew! Are you listening?" Feliciano prodded the boys' side excitedly.
"Oi! You'd better be! I had to listen to it three times already!" Lovino Vargas, older of the Vargas twins, spat, poking Matthews other side. Lovino, however, had more of an anger to his fervent poking whereas his happier twin did so out of sheer excitement. "If I can't get out of hearing it, neither can you." Matthew winced, head laid in his folded arms.
"I'm listening, Feli, I'm listening."
He'd hoped it was all just a dream but when he woke up, the maple leaf medallion was still around his neck, and Kumajirou was not only still in his room, but he still talked. Even said 'good morning'.
Well...until his glasses went back on. Then the bear promptly shut up, looking at Matthew in confusion. it seemed the bear only recognized 'Canada', not 'Matthew'.
Who was he, Clark Kent?
...Oh well. Did it really matter? He couldn't exactly blame him. 'Matthew' wasn't particularly memorable.
'Canada' however...
"And I was being choked, and it was so awful!" Feliciano pressed on about last nights events. "But then - wait, you know Sailor Awesome, right? He's the latest thing in America right now - His partner, I think it was his partner anyway-"
"Feli," Lovino growled.
"Oh, sorry. That's when Sailor Canada showed up and he was so cool!"
"He was wearing a skirt! And so does that Sailor Awesome guy!" The darker-haired twin rolled his eyes. "There's nothing cool about cross-dressing."
'Canada', however, seemed to be an overnight celebrity!
"And you should have seen it! He kicked her, he punched her! Or at least, I'm sure he did. I sort of passed out."
"You idiot."
Matthew was quiet, Canada had...well, he had MORE volume. Matthew was air, Canada was...not. Canada was noticeable.
He was noticed.
The sad thing was, that was a major reason Matthew decided to keep this up.
Well...that and maybe-
Matthew turned his eyes to the person who entered the classroom.
"Ludwig!" Feliciano cheered. Lovino groaned, his face falling into his hands.
"The potato bastard, Madonna mia!" The young buff blonde that entered the room blinked.
"Feliciano," Ludwig Beilschmidt walked briskly to the happy Italian boy. "You weren't in first period and I'd heard about..what happened.." The worry in his voice was all too apparent and seemed to drag the rest of the sentence down. "And...Um...you're alright?" The younger nodded happily.
"Yeah! yeah! I still have to tell you how cool it was!" The older twin whined. "So, there was Sailor-...Oh! I almost forgot your present! I got it this morning!"
"Whuh...that's what you ditched me for this morning?" Lovino yelled. Ludwig blinked at that as the brunet started rummaging through his backpack.
"A...present?"
"Yeah! You tried out for wrestling yesterday and I wanted to buy you something! But then the lady at the store attacked me and I didn't buy anything, but I saw this on the way to school so-Ve~ Here it is!"
"You," Matthew smiled to himself. Watching Ludwig fumble with his words was more amusing than it should've been. The German blushed. "Why would you..."
"Because I wanted to." Feliciano chirped, whipping the box out of his bag and presenting it to Ludwig. "Here!" The young German looked at the box, looking a bit uncomfortable.
"You didn't have to..."
"I wanted to." Ludwig let his lips curl a little, taking the box.
"Th...Thank you." He said quietly, earning a happy sound from Feliciano. Lovino rolled his eyes. The box was opened and his eyes widened.
"Ve~, You're German, right? It looked like something you would wear. I didn't know they made them without the Swastika."
Ludwig pulled on the long chain, dragging the necklace out of the box, an Iron Cross dangling at the end of it. He turned the charm over in his hand, inspecting it almost but with a tenderness to it.
"...I really like it." He said, smiling a bit at Feliciano.
"Yay!" The boy cheered as the German juggernaut slipped the chain over his neck, the cross hanging around his neck.
Matthew slid his eyes closed, allowing himself to think that maybe he wanted to see him again. Him being the well-dressed crusader from the previous night. He seemed to be experienced, and definitely more agile and quick-thinking than Matthew was. In the end, he could probably learn a thing or two from him.
...Certainly was charming, though, even if Matthew was flustered.
…...
Okay, he was lying, it was only the attention he liked, not so much who he got it from. Matthew was pretty damn sure he wasn't gay and wasn't considering it.
"Ve~, Matthew~" Feliciano pressed. "It looks good on him, right?" Matthew opened his eyes, looking at Germany with a smile.
"Yeah, looks nice."
Fighting evil, super powers, actually being noticed by his peers...
If he was going to keep doing this, he needed to shave his legs.
-End of Episode One-
And now it's time for...
SAILOR CANADA SAYS:
Canada: E-Eh? I say what?
America: C'mon, Matt! It's a moral at the end of each episode! God, haven't you seen Captain Planet?
Canada: W-Wait a minute! We're going to have teenage boys in miniskirts teaching MORALITY?
Prussia: What's so wrong with that?
Japan: I'm sorry to say, but I do see how it can come off as a little skewed.
Estonia: Transvestitism isn't exactly embraced with open arms everywhere you go.
Poland: They're just, like, totally jealous of me. That's definitely the moral: Don't hate me because I'm, like, beautiful. Seriously. To the max.
Canada: No, wait, I think we CAN pull a moral out of that. Let's see...
America: Always pick up animals you find on the street?
England: Don't do that.
America: They'll give you superpowers!
England: I doubt it.
Italy: Ne, ne! I have one! 'Be careful of sales more than 50% off'!
Prussia: Well...that should be a given...
China: Don't let polar bears near your lunch (aru)
Canada: I like that one.
Kumajirou: I don't.
Canada; Okay okay! How about...whatever life throws your way, sometimes you just have to roll with it (eh)?
Prussia: We're getting there...
China: A friend in need is a friend indeed!
Lithuania: Maybe...
America: Don't obsess over the small things, what matters is doing the right thing?
Canada: ...I really like that.
Prussia; I don't. How about 'when in doubt, flirt back'?
Canada: Prussia-
Germany: In that case, we might as well say 'Always trust strangers'.
Prussia: There you go! 'A stranger's just a friend you haven't met'!
England: That's from 'A Streetcar Named Desire'!
Canada: I give up...
END OF CANADA SAYS.
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His blazer fluttered, her skirt swished.
"So," Alfred smiled. "You're both A. Kirkland."
She reached forward and grabbed his shoulder, shaking him roughly.
"Artie!"
No response.
" I'll win this time! And no one, not you, not this Canada, no one will stop me! Aha! Ahahahahahaha!"
I'm completely hopeless...when I like someone.