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Fem!America x Fem!Canada
Rated: T
Assault
on hair. It's possible
"Emily!" Canada sighed, looking slightly irritated as America had hugged her from behind, trapping her against the America's body and not allowing her to move, "What are you doing?"
"Ohh ~ say my name in French," America purred, practically squealing when Canada sighed and finally muttered a low 'Émilie', "Isn't that just so sexy?" The blond said, though quickly moved off the topic when Canada simply stayed silent, "You forgot these again!" Emily suddenly accused, her mouth forming into a pout as she held out two small red hair pins in her hand.
"Yeah..." Matteleine looked at the matching hair pins in Emily's short and stylish hair, vaguely wondering why she insisted that Canada always wear the same ones.
"I still don't know why you wear this thing," America muttered, gesturing to the white beret balanced on Canada's golden hair, "But still forget these!"
"It was from France." Canada whispered, her pale cheeks turning a light red and her indigo eyes went hazy and America frowned and pouted again.
"Yeah, yeah – and these were from England, right?" America rolled her blue eyes and lightly tugged on the red ribbons in Canada's hair.
Canada silently nodded her head, and patiently waited until America was finished, "There, done!" America winked, giving a bright smile, "Now, you look as sexy as me!"
Canada didn't forget the hair pins for a while yet after that.