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America x Canada
Rated: T
Tsundere
Canada has to be like England somehow
"I don't understand!" America threw his arms up in frustration, "Mattie's being all bitchy lately and I don't think I've done anything this time!"
England snorted into his cup of tea as France merely shook his head in pity, "L'Amerique ~ you simply do not completely understand Matthieu, do you?" The amorous nation ignored the muttered remark of 'I definitely know him better than you.' "Though he has inherited my silky French hair, Matthieu (unfortunately) takes after L'Angleterre much more than you think."
"What the bloody hell does that mean?" England snarled, thinking that France was implying something bad, "Of course the lad takes after me. Better me than you."
"And here he comes now." France murmured lowly, his eyes shining in bemusement as America flailed his arms, effectively catching Canada's attention. England raised a bushy brow as Canada slowly made his way over; a somewhat grumpy look to his face.
"Hiya, Mattie!" America grinned, slapping his best bro on the back in a friendly way. Unfortunately, America didn't know his own strength and it almost managed to knock the poor Canadian over, "S'up?"
"Don't touch me, Hoser!" Canada mumbled passively, frowning as America blinked in confusion. Canada seemed to catch himself and he blushed a light red, "S-sorry, Alfred!" He then stuttered, taking a full circle in emotions and America looked perplexed, "I got you some maple cookies to make up for this morning. T-take them!" Canada looked away and blushed once again as he shoved the box into America's hands.
"Ahh ~ what does Japan call it?" France wondered out loud, giving England a knowing stare, "Tsundere, is it?"
England and Canada looked at France, their expression asking what the hell he was talking about.
However, America's bright eyes lit up because he knew exactly what France was talking about.
'How cute – Mattie's gone all Tsundere for me!'