Disclaimer: No, I don't own Hetalia.

"And then, Mattie, you'll never believe it—ouch! Geez, not so hard! Be careful with my hair!"

Canada withdrew slightly blushing. He'd been running a comb through his older sister's hair, trying to be as gentle as she was whenever she messed with his curls, but for some reason the teeth kept getting caught on little snags! How did America do it? "I-I'm sorry, Al." The boyish nickname slipped effortlessly off his tongue. Ever since they'd been little, Allison had detested being associated with anything girly. Now that she was older, she was way more girly, but there was still some part of her that detested every miniskirt she'd ever put on. "I keep—I can't—there are all these little tangles…"

America sighed, yawned—she'd been looking very tired lately— and reached up to fumble for the comb, and before Canada's eyes the knot turned into another gleaming wave of hair. He held up his hands in defeat; it was a girl's touch. He simply could not do it.

Noticing his distress, America sighed and turned around to face him. "Okay, Mattie, there's a special trick to this. See, you go from the bottom. One sec…" She stuck her small pink tongue out in frustration, trying to find another snag in her hair. "Okay, here's one." She turned around, and indicated the snarl with her fingers. "Um…so you take the comb…" With some difficulty she found the bottom of the tangle, and slowly began to work through it. "Start from the bottom, go up. If you start from the top, it'll just get more tangled."

The mysterious hair mystery solved, Canada retrieved the comb, and gently began working it through her hair again.

"So as I was saying, and then it happened. Arthur—his face was so red, it was the sweetest thing—asked me on a date! All stuttering and everything. And that's why you're doing my hair. You make the cutest little braids. I don't know how you do it. You have to teach me. Are you sure you aren't a girl?"

Canada frowned, unsure whether to take that as a compliment or an insult. "Isn't he a little old for you…?"

America kicked her legs off the bed, humming nonsensically. "That is pedophilia, isn't it? Damn. Ah, China was older. It's just a couple centuries."

Canada shook his head, remembering China and America's little fling. That had been a relationship mostly comprised of passionate hate sex and heated arguments followed by hours of rough make outs, or calm, peaceful walks around Zen gardens and cute Hello Kitty merchandise. One second you'd think they were the couple of the year, the next…it had been an unstable relationship. Canada had been very pleased when they'd broken it off, even though afterwards America had gone through a depression and would do nothing but watch Jersey Shore and eat creamy, cold chocolate ice cream.

It wasn't as bad as her long relationship with Russia. That was just masochistic.

Literally.

Ahem.

Canada wound her bright blonde hair around his fingers, enjoying the warm, soft feeling. "Did you do something to your hair? It feels really nice and soft."

"Mmmm…" America let out a little moan of pleasure at the feeling. He chuckled; it always made him laugh, that euphoric feeling girls seemed to get out of people playing with their hair. Sure, it felt nice, but really…? "Oh, uh, yeah. I put this 10 stuff in my hair after my shower. It's really weird, but it's really nice, too." She sounded extremely sleepy and comfortable, and though he couldn't see it, her blue eyes slid shut as he worked on her hair.

"You don't usually pamper yourself like this." Canada couldn't help but add; his sister was always getting into dirt and stuff, tracking mud all around the house and running with the boys. The people at the firing range knew her by name. He couldn't help but smirk at how girly America was acting. "How does it feel to be a girl, Miss America?"

As he finished wrapping the little Union Jack bow around the end of her braid, he realized that she had been very quiet for the past couple minutes. He gently nudged her back. "America?"

She nearly fell forwards; he had to jump to catch her. America let out a little snore, and Canada realized—eyes wide—that she had fallen asleep. He stared for a couple seconds, before letting out a soft laugh.

That's right. America had been super busy all week, trying to keep up with work so she'd be free today. And now it had taken its toll on his exhausted sister. His soft smile suddenly flipped. What am I going to tell Arthur?

"Hello, Matthew, Alli—oh, my."

Canada turned around, and found himself face to face with a very surprised England, who was carrying a bunch of ruffled roses in one hand. He was dressed casually in a pair of nice jeans and a clean polo shirt, and his hair looked like it had been styled to be ruffled and handsome.

"I-I'm sorry. I was—ah—doing her hair, and she just…" He waved a hand aimlessly, trying to figure out what to say. "She's been busy all week; she was really excited for today. I'm sorry." Canada looked at his sister, not really finding it in his heart to be able to wake her up. "Can you—let her sleep? I'm sure tomorrow can work. She's—"

"I understand." England smiled understandingly, and gave Canada the bundle of roses. "Put those in some water, please. They're ever so nice. I'll put Allison to bed."

Canada was suddenly reminded of the times when he and America lived in a house together, and England would always pick them up and put tuck them in whenever they fell asleep. He nodded, and headed towards the kitchen while England very gently picked up his sleeping date, bridal style, and carried her to her bedroom. He gently kissed her forehead, placed her on the bed, and turned to leave—only to jump when a strong hand came up and grabbed his wrist.

"Stay…?" A voice whispered. For some reason, England didn't really think she'd woken up.

"Okay, love."

England carefully sat down on the bed, and tucked his feet under the covers. Tentatively, he reached over and placed an arm around her shoulders, blushing when she nuzzled his chest. America opened one of her big blue eyes at him, grinned sleepily, and immediately lost consciousness again. He grinned back, and shut his eyes. Just for a second.

But it was so warm and comfortable, and he hadn't been getting the best sleep either. Seconds later, he, too, was dragged under.

When Canada came back not five minutes later, he couldn't help but sigh softly at the sight. "They're so cute." He muttered. After several seconds of indecision, he put down the vase of roses, and ran off to find a camera.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Fluff. Fluff! I don't do fluff. WHY did I write this?

Angel-chan Desu, I blame you. You requested an ACE family thing, UkxFem!Us, and you spawned this.

*Facepalms*

Meanwhile, my writer's block has mostly disappeared! I couldn't believe how easy it was to write this chapter, and the ideas are coming strong!

So next, a continuation of SMUG K. Since so many of you loved it. And then a World War 1 thing, since my friend outside of fanfiction requested it.

But I want to thank TribalGirl, Vampchick2010, Angel-chan Desu (You've reviewed a lot of other chapters, too, so thanks), west carson girl, and pengirl100and2 (You've also reviewed a lot, thanks) for reviewing!

Meanwhile, maybe I'll be brave enough to post that new Young Justice story. I just finished the first chapter, but I'm all nervous about it.

And also, I have the first chapter of that MASSIVE Hetalia project I was talking about done. Who wants a preview of it?

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