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If you want to learn more on Coats Island (the place) look it up on Wikipedia. Interesting fact: First recorded sighting in 1612.
Canada looked down in surprise at the completed paperwork. He hadn't actually expected her to finish it.
She grinned. "You owe me pancakes, big brother!"
He nodded in a dazed manner. "Looks like it, doesn't it?" Reaching out, he ruffled her hair and she ducked, laughing. Slipping an arm through his she tugged him towards the door and stuck her head back through it to shout something at Iceland, who went red with anger. Before he could shout back the door slammed shut and Canada sighed.
"You really shouldn't wind him up." He knew it was no use telling her that, but she stuck her tongue out and started to sing under her breath.
How had he forgotten that she would complete the work? It was just her resemblance of America, he guessed; that country didn't do any work whatsoever if he could help it. Coats Island usually worked hard, now he thought about it, and most of her paperwork was in on time. She kept track of all the reindeer, and recorded new births and all the deaths. She was merely unmethodical when it came to common sense. Actually, she was rather like America then…
He shook his head to clear it, hearing her ramble on about something that had happened the other day involving a walrus getting stuck between two rocks, and turned to her.
"Hey, do you want to come back to mine for pancakes, instead of me going around to yours?"
She thought for a minute. Canada's place was cool, but at her place a baby reindeer had just been born, and she had some cool new stuff too.
"Nah, you come to mine, okay?" She grinned, and continued to drag his arm forward, while he kept a firm grip on Kumajirou.
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"Cute, ain't she?" said a proud island as Canada petted the baby reindeer. It wobbled back to its mother after half an hour of fussing, and she tugged Canada back towards the beach.
"See, my house isn't that tidy, so I decided to take you to the hut near here, but I do have an awesome tree house."
"How many houses do you have?" Canada asked. Coats Island shrugged.
"I build a den when I get bored, and I get bored a lot." She hugged his arm and started to tug him along, before her expression darkened.
"America's here…I've got to hide!" Indeed, the splashing of oars was plain to be heard and Canada looked around to talk to her. He couldn't see her at all.
"Hey, Canada!" America leapt ashore and hugged his brother with a big grin on his face. "Where's Coats Island?"
Canada sighed. Damn the sensing abilities, why couldn't he have them? He could do with them and then maybe he would have less hug bruises.
"I don't know where she is. She scarpered," he explained. America pouted and leant heavily down on his brother who nearly buckled under his weight.
"I was looking forward to seeing her…"
"Maple…" Canada tried to struggle, but the superpower didn't notice that his twin was quickly running out of air. Coats Island stuck her head out of a tree, panicking.
"Mattie!" Forgetting herself, she used Canada's human name and scrambled down the tree to get to him and America spotted her, letting Canada go in order to hug her as a greeting.
"I missed you!" he announced, squeezing her tightly. She attempted to bite his hands with little success.