Coats was following Canada to the meeting again, having promised to help him and America this time. America had been rather obnoxious over it but she had ignored him or followed his orders for food.
Peeking to the side, Canada caught her gaze as it travelled out of the car window. The host this time was Italy, so sunshine streamed through the windows and the buildings were beautiful. It was a three day long meeting, so they were headed to a hotel where they had separate rooms. Mansel would be sleeping over with his brother South, and Coats had told him to text whenever he needed. Usually she would be talking by now, but for some reason she was being very quiet.
"Coats? Are you alright?"
She jolted and gave little smile. "Totally…totally fine. Why?" Her eyes flickered nervously and Kumajirou clambered over to her lap demanding maple syrup. Sighing, she gave him a small bottle and watched as he drank it, something moving in her coat. Canada cast a suspicious glance.
"Coats…."
She grinned suddenly, making all his fears realised. Her arms cradled something under the jacket.
"Coats. You didn't."
She pulled aside her jacket to show him. "Oh yes, brother dear. Oh, yes I did."
…
America frowned as Coats walked calmly beside a fuming Canada, who was gesturing and shouting. She made shushing noises, cradling something in her arms and cooing softly.
"IT'S COMPLETELY AGAINST THE LAW TO BRING A REINDEER INTO ITALY!" Canada yelled, a snort issuing forth as he complained against this.
The snorter, of course being Coats, paid him no heed as she fed the baby reindeer from a bottle.
"It's fine. I have work to do and a little fawn to look after. I can manage." She set the wobbly legged baby down on the ground, attaching a little lead to it and coaxing it along. Canada slapped a hand to his face as she cooed and encouraged.
"We are going to be late, aren't we?" He turned to America to ask, but the other had already started to walk. Obviously, he had forgotten about them again.
Canada sighed, following his younger sister as she led the deer to the hotel. Why was he stuck explaining why bringing a live animal into another country without permission was A Bad Thing?
…
Iceland made a face as he looked out of the window. There was the harpy girl, with a little…
What was that? Surely not a reindeer. It could not be a reindeer.
Who in their right mind would bring a reindeer to another country? Perhaps it was wrong to refer to the Canadian loudmouth as in her right mind, but shock was too busy spinning through Iceland's head. He could not believe the sight in front of him.
Very suddenly, Coats picked up the deer and put it over one shoulder, walking into the hotel. The Nordic thunked his head onto the glass. Great. He lunatic and her innocent little pet would be staying in the same place as he would be. Granted, the others were staying here, but still. It was the principle of the thing. You couldn't sleep with a baby creature in the same building, could you?
He sighed and a knock sounded at the door. Hoping it wasn't the lunatic.
His brother was stood there.
"Call me big brother."
"Never!"
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Finland walked into the lounge where the waitresses, maids and such were fussing over something. A familiar blonde was sitting in the middle of the cluster and giggling slightly, her halting Italian mingled with French as she tried to find the right words, and the small man giggled as well, making his way over to see the fawn stumbling around Coats' knees, pressing against them in shyness.
"He's so gorgeous!" he squealed, petting the baby deer who nuzzled slightly against him. Coats smiled and waved a hand as if to say Yeah, I know while looking immensely proud.
A shout came from upstairs and Coats sighed. It looked like Iceland was here, after all.