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America x Canada, Korea x China
A/N: Alright, updates will be short, but should come quickly
Canada was trying to gain any and all confidence in his body (which, to be honest, wasn't all that much to begin with). America, at least in the past, had always been rather easy to approach.
But, now – it just wasn't. Their relations had been semi-strained within the past eight years, and it did get harder and harder for him to ever agree with Alfred (and that was including most other nations, too). However, with Alfred's new boss – their official relations were improving greatly once again.
That didn't mean that their personal relations improved. Canada was timid and shy by nature – and trying to gain attention from someone like America was really difficult for him to do.
Prussia's idea was just... awesome, for the lack of better words.
Calling America Frère should get Alfred's attention – it always did back when they were both colonies underneath England's rule. Back then, Alfred would drop everything and anything to help in whatever Canada needed. He specifically remembered that America really did enjoy hearing himself being called Brother.
'Here goes,' Canada took in a deep breath, clutching his polar bear tightly to his chest, "Wish me luck, Kumakichi." Matthew smiled a bit when the Kumajirou simply muttered a 'who?' under his breath.
The blond Canadian slowly walked up to America – who was lazily reading some documents from his boss. Matthew frowned and pouted a bit as Alfred didn't even seem to notice him, and just continued on reading the important papers.
Canada cleared his throat, gathering the bravery that had been long since buried (well, he did dig deep into it when he played some vicious hockey against Russia and when he had fought in the World Wars). He seemingly gathered enough courage to open his mouth – and he trembled very slightly.
"Frère – what are you doing?" Canada tried to be as casual as he possibly could, but squeaked very lightly as America almost immediately swung his blond head around – looking at Matthew with rather intense and piercing bright blue eyes. Canada simply turned red under the intense star, fidgeting nervously and hoping that Alfred wasn't offended by what he had just said.
"What did you just call me?"
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