Prompt: A female nation giving someone (like Sealand) a boob hug.
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When the Commonwealth of Nations met up for a meeting in the United Kingdom, an old, familiar housing arrangement was followed. Most Nations found their own dwellings, but a few lucky ones stayed in England's guestrooms, on couches, and living room floors. Canada was always lucky enough to get a guestroom, the one she'd stayed in when she'd been a colony. (As one of the two girls who stayed in England's house, she was always treated very cordially.) The others who stayed in that house, besides England, of course, were Australia, New Zealand, South Africa, India, and Sealand. (Although Pakistan had taken to bunking on the floor with New Zealand, he was presently suspended and could not join them.)
While these Nations, plus America, who was gate crashing, ate breakfast in England's kitchen, Canada swooped down the stairs holding a rose and lily, tied together with a red ribbon.
Now, something must be said about Canada's appearance and sleeping wear. The Nation was a pretty one, long-haired and bright-eyed with rounded glasses, but to many (male) people her crowning glory was the Rocky Mountains. That is, her boobs. She was almost as big as, if not equal to, Ukraine, she simply usually hid it under a bright red bunnyhug or clothes that were unflatteringly baggy. However, the young woman preferred to sleep in cotton boxer shorts and tank tops, usually ones that covered her up only just enough for poor, modest England's tastes.
And it was wearing those sleeping clothes that she swept into the kitchen, to the surprise of all the Nations gathered there.
"Who left these in my room?" she asked cheerfully, holding up the rose and lily for them to see.
"I did," Sealand said proudly. At which point Canada pulled him in for a tight hug. And it should be noted that height differences lead to the not-quite-Nation's face pressed into the Rocky Mountains. The small boy was quite pleased by the development, even more so when it became clear the room was buzzing with jealousy. India rolled her eyes and went back to smearing marmalade on her toast.
"I delivered them just like I said I would!" he said loudly, once he was free of the smothering, but not unpleasant, embrace.
"You delivered them? Then who told you to give them to me?" Canada asked staring down at Sealand. Immediately five voices came up, all proclaiming they had. Canada and India shared a quick look and sigh. Typical.
"Shut up!" America shouted, standing, "I gave Cousin Marie the flowers, obviously!"
"Liar! I had Sealand give her the flowers!" Australia stood and shouted back, a hand curling into a fist. The boys stood and shouted, and Canada regarded the scene with her mildly irritated expression. Quickly, she went over why each of the Nations would've given her the flowers.
America, who she referred to as her cousin, had always been somewhat lecherous when it came to her. Over time charm had wormed its way into his actions, but at his core he was a charming lech, and nothing more. As far as she could tell, he was not above claiming he'd sent the flowers, although she was pretty certain he would not have been able to understand the significance of the rose and lily enough have chosen them.
She hardly talked to South Africa beyond discussions within the Commonwealth and occasionally getting cricket advice from him, but since his abolishment of apartheid he'd been doing his best to improve his foreign relations. And since she'd been one of the Nations who'd been against him returning while apartheid was still a policy, the flowers could've been a gesture of friendship. But it seemed too personal. If he was trying for a gesture of friendship he probably would've initiated a purely political bilateral relationship first and invited her to his and India's latest cricket tournament, not left the flowers on her pillow.
She almost immediately ruled out Australia. Their relationship was friendly but very much a rollercoaster ride, and Australia had never once expressed in interest in Canada beyond the purely political. (Not to mention he was not really one for flowers. At all.) His older twin brother, however, was very close to Canada and she valued her friendship with New Zealand. Yes, he could've sent Sealand to leave the flowers for her. They were definitely close enough for that.
Of course, England was standing and fighting as well, shouting at the top of his lungs, mostly at America. Canada knew there was a distinct possibility of him sending Sealand as well. He would likely have known the significance of the lily and rose, as well. Of course, it seemed a little out of character for him, but England prone to gift-giving when he liked someone, and this was as good a gift as any.
"M'kay, so when you guys are finished arguing about who gets to touch my boobs next, let me know," Canada said dryly, turning to leave the kitchen.
"Je me souviens, que né sous le lys, je croîs sous la rose," someone suddenly recited with a poor French accent. Canada froze and turned around. England stood there, flush-faced and half-angry looking.
"Come again?" Canada said mildly.
"Je me souviens," he repeated in his lousy French accent. Canada smiled.
"Thank you for the flowers, Arthur, they're lovely." This time she did leave the kitchen, with a bit more of a spring in her step.
Sealand smirked. "I'm the only one who got a hug," he taunted. America was quick to hold the boy upside down by his ankles and shake him until he begged for mercy.
"You speak French?" Australia asked England.
"…That doesn't leave this room."
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A/N: Fem!Canada is my guilty pleasure. Fem!Canada/England is my super guilty pleasure.
Actually, this has a few references you might not get unless you live in the area, so for you:
Skippable historical notes:
-Pakistan is no longer suspended in the Commonwealth of Nations, but this is set a few years ago.
-A lot of Canadian political cartoons featured a young "Miss Canada" and her lecherous "Cousin Johnathan". As a result I sort of picked up the headcanon of fem!Canada and America being cousins.
-Canada really was super against South Africa re-joining the Commonwealth while the policy of apartheid (segregation of race as a government policy), and then South Africa got rid of the policy and has spent a considerable amount of time making up to other countries.
-And yes, South Africa and India really do regularly have cricket matches. Seriously. It's awesome.
-New Zealand and Canada are kinda like the neglected baby brothers of the world, even if my headcanon dictates that New Zealand is actually the older one. (Ohsnap, must resist urge to write fem!Canada/New Zealand...)
-That French translates into, "I remember, that born under the lily, I grew under the rose." It's Quebec's motto. Lily = France, rose = England.
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