Canada bolted upright in bed, sweat running down his neck.
"What was that?" He asked the darkness around him.
He fumbled for the lamp, flicking the switch. He was still in the strange bedroom.
You need to walk this off. He told himself.
He stepped out of bed and found his way to the door.
All was silent as he crept down the stairs.
He took a quick peep at France and Britain and was shocked to find them sleeping under the same blanket.
Britain was on his back, his arm outstretched. France was nestled into the side of him, his head rested on Britain's chest.
Were they really together after all this time?
Canada tiptoed, barefooted, past the sleeping countries and out into the night.
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Hey, America: A Hetalia Fanfic
FanfictionDue to a tragic accident, Canada has forgotten his identity and now believes he is the heroic idiot known as America. France and Britain must work together to convince Canada that he really is the maple loving cutie pie they know. Can they manage? R...
