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America x Canada
Rated: T
Sailor Girl Uniforms
should never be brought to North America
"Alfred," Canada warily asked, keeping his eye trained on the clothing tightly held in America's grip, "What is that?" He took a step back, seeing a sly grin on his brother's face, "It looks like a... skirt." Matthew concluded nervously, 'A very, very short skirt.'
America's smirk simply widened, "Japan gave it to me." He answered, eyeing Canada rather intensely. Canada took yet another step back, tightening his grip on Kumajirou protectively.
"Don't you mean that you 'took' it from him?" Canada said dryly, ready to bolt at any given time because he had an idea what America might attempt to do.
"Same thing," Alfred shrugged, taking a large step forward that matched two of Canada's small steps, "Anyways, Mattie ~ let's play some dress-up. It'll be fun, I promise!"
Canada choked, seeing a face that should only be seen on France, "A-Alfred, can we talk about this?" He pleaded, yelping when America leapt on him, easily pinning him down with only one arm because of his immense strength.
"Mattie, you can call me Sensei from now on."
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