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America x Canada
Rated: T
The French Diet
really is educationally inappropriate
"And I didn't really learn what the French Diet is..." Alfred muttered out loud, remembering being interrupted before France could really tell him what it was, "And it must be good too, since France stays in such good shape..."
America sighed, before lighting up as a good idea hit him, "Mattie's part French, right? Maybe he'll know what the French Diet is!" Alfred grinned, knowing he needed to lose a few good pounds and Matthew was also in pretty good shape.
"Hey, Mattie!" America called out, finally spotting his almost invisible brother after a while of searching. Canada turned around, blinked and politely asking what he wanted, "You were raised by France, so you must know what the French Diet is! What is it? What's the secret?"
And much to America's surprise, Canada turned a scarlet red, "A-Alfred, what would you ask that?" He slightly stuttered, and Alfred quickly pouted.
"Well, I gotta lose a few," America shrugged, gesturing to his tummy and bouncing up and down in excitement, "So, what is it?" Alfred blinked, listening carefully as Matthew embarrassingly whispered it into his ear.
After a few moments of staring at each other, America smirked, "Got it."
Canada cried out in shock as America pounced on him, kissing his neck aggressively...