Prompt: Latvia and Canada interact
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September 4th, 1991
Latvia was thankful to have such a good friend in North America. As he sat alone in Canada's guest room, the lights out, he considered Canada's fiery expression as he denied the Soviet occupation of the Baltics, all of them, over and over and over again. And while he'd semi-recognised Latvia was nothing better than Russia's possession, he acknowledged the Nation in meetings and made sure to ask his opinion on matters.
It had been a confusing and painful fifty years, but it was finally over. Nations across the globe were re-establishing foreign relations in full with him and his brothers, including Canada. America, too, although America seemed to like to dote on him rather than treat him as a friend.
He watched the raining falling outside in Ottawa in silence, hardly noticing that his habitual trembling had started again. And then something heavy and warm fell on his shoulders. A blanket.
"Thank you," Latvia mumbled in his clumsy English.
"No trouble," Canada replied easily, letting his hands linger on Latvia's shoulders. The smaller Nation leaned against the larger. The thank you was meant to be for everything, all the support and the friendliness and his insistence that Latvia was sovereign. But for now he let Canada think it was just for the warmth of the blanket. His eyes slowly drooped closed, lulled to sleep by the rain and warmth and Canada's breathing.