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CanCze: Mistaking Identities

Canada sighed as he made his way towards the exit. Another meeting, another day wasted. And about six times that America interrupted him when he tried to contribute to the meeting. It was less than usual, so he decided to accept that as a good sign.

"America!"

Canada flinched. He wondered what America had done to anger someone this time. Though, it was a bit unusual to hear a feminine voice. He turned around, the words 'I'm not America' on his lips.

"You need to apologise to Canada!"

He blinked as this woman, who was a fair bit shorter than him, glared at him with her hands on her hips. It took him a while to recognise Czechia.

"Um, excuse me?" he asked.

"You keep interrupting Canada during the meetings," Czechia said. "I'm pretty sure that you do it on purpose. Are you really so addicted to being the centre of attention that you would rather make a fool out of yourself instead of letting someone else contribute? Especially if that someone is your brother?"

"Listen, I'm…"

"No, you listen! Canada is a nice guy, and he's pretty smart. But because of you, people don't notice that. They forget him because you're there. And the few times he actually gets the chance to talk… his ideas are good, and it's clear that he's trying not to disadvantage anyone, while you're just interested in making yourself look good. This has to stop. Not to mention, it's seriously rude to Canada."

"Um, why do you care?"

Canada genuinely wanted to know why she seemed to take this so personally. They weren't close, and he was pretty sure that he hadn't even spoken to her before.

She blushed, and a suspicion started to occur to Canada. Czechia shook her head and resumed her glaring.

"How many meetings have you disrupted with your stupid ideas?" Czechia asked. "Seriously, you treat these meetings as a joke. And poor Canada… He's really trying, I can see that. And a lot of Europeans think that he's just like you, but I've seen he's not. Canada's polite, and he loves animals, and he's so sweet, and he makes a girl feel safe when she's drunk…"

Canada's eyes widened. He recalled something like that. One of the female nations got a bit drunk and started bawling on him. He eventually helped her return to her hotel room and even arranged for room service to bring her hangover-friendly breakfast. Was that Czechia? And did she actually remember that?

While she was speaking, her cheeks had grown redder. Canada tried to think about what he could say as she rambled, but someone else saved him from that.

"Yo, Canada! What's up?"

It was America, holding a drink from some sort of fast-food place. Czechia froze before she turned to America.

"A-America?" Czechia asked.

"Yeah," America said. "Um, you're…"

"Czechia," Canada supplied. "Formerly the Czech Republic."

"Oh! I think I heard about that place. It's somewhere near France, right?"

"Not quite, but at least you got the continent right."

"I-if that's America…" Czechia muttered, before she turned back to Canada, her face a stark white. "Th-then…"

Canada smiled at her.

"Thank you for saying all those nice things about me," he said.

She was silent for a long moment as her face went from white to red. She squeaked, before she ran off.

"Dude, what's that about?" America asked.

"I think she might have a crush on me," Canada said. "And she thought I was you. Hey, you wouldn't happen to know where Slovakia is, do you?"

"Who?"

"I figured as much. I need to figure out how to apologise to her."

"Why?"

"She's embarrassed, and I don't want her to think that I tried to embarrass her."

"So, why are you looking for Slovenia?"

"Slovakia. If anyone would know how to apologise to her, it would be him."

…

It took a while, but Canada finally found Slovakia. He explained what happened between him and Czechia, and once Slovakia stopped laughing, he told Canada what Czechia's favourite flowers were, and also the number of her hotel room.

Canada took a deep breath before he knocked on the door. He waited for a while as the door opened. Czechia's eyes widened when she saw him, and he quickly pushed the flowers forward.

"I just wanted to say sorry," Canada said. "I tried to explain that I'm not America, but you didn't really give me a chance."

"No, I should apologise," Czechia said. "I should have realised that you were too quiet to be America. And all those things I said…"

She accepted the flowers, and moved to close the door.

"Um, I was also wondering if you might want to join me for dinner," Canada said. "It wouldn't be somewhere fancy, but…"

She blinked before she smiled.

"Give me ten minutes," she said.

The prompt is: 'You should do a one shot where someone mistakes Canada for America, but chews "America" out for interrupting Canada and inadvertently revealing their crush on Canada to his face. Canada holds back laughter until someone else tells the other nation their mistake.'