Dressed For Rejection

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After he basically kicked America out of his house, an odd drowsiness washed over him. Canada eventually laid down beside Russia, slowly getting lulled into a nap by the silence of the room.

The Russian next to him had an arm wrapped around his waist, already asleep. The Canadian found himself falling asleep rather fast.

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His eyes cracked open, and he was met with the face of a furious Greek lady.

He screamed, and she quickly snapped into an animal. She zoomed away, before reappearing upon a cloud. The animal quickly turned back into a woman, hopping off the cloud.

The Canadian shot up, and then instantly calmed. He recognized her, but was also a little angry about recognizing her.

"Are you here to bug me about saying what my heart desires or something? I still remember that day, lady." He growled. She crossed her arms. "Yes, I am."

Canada narrowed his eyes. "Well leave me alone about it! I already have," He hissed. The Greek woman walked a little closer, putting her hands on her hips. "Is that so?" She growled.

"Your hearts desire is one of a lions, Canada. But we both know it isn't spoken yet. Until security is established, the truth has been heard, and the acknowledgement is shared with everyone, you have not said your desire." She spoke, and Canada was bewildered.

"What the hell are you talking about?! Are you speaking in riddles?!" The Canadian didn't know how to decipher what she said, and the woman glared at him.

"Its not hard to understand. What security needs to be established? What truth needs to be heard? What does everyone need to know, and be at peace with?" She growled, putting a hand on Canada's shoulder.

Her touch burned, and the Canadian flinched a little. Inside her twistingly dull blue eyes, a blue fire burned furiously.

Eventually, Canada's shoulder numbed to the pain. The red and white flagged country stared into her eyes, and then gave a response after a while.

"I. Don't. Know." He stated sternly, pushing her hand off of his shoulder. Canada stood up, and the woman stood up with him. Her eyes narrowed, and she nodded slowly. "So, you're clueless? You'll find out, Canada. You will find out."

The Canadian frowned. He didn't like whatever she was saying to him, and he truly wished there was no complications. He wondered if anyone else had dreams like these.

"Canada.. I need you to listen to me. Understand me for just a few moments." She spoke again, and Canada just huffed.

With an easy gesture, he suddenly found himself in a new area. He was in space, with the Greek lady gripping onto his arm tightly. She slowly let go of his arm, and walked a few steps ahead of him.

"Canada.. Every star that explodes, every which one of them that wisps away.. Every ecosystem, every burst of energy, every single new movement.." She ended abruptly, and suddenly held her hand out.

A massive beam of bright light blinded him, and a ferocious pull formed. He felt himself get dragged forward, and the lady's voice started up again.

"Its all me."

Suddenly, he got pulled even harsher, and felt a strong heat edging at the end of his body. He didn't dare open his eyes, because it was so bright.

Everything began to shake, and then, with a deafing roar, everything exploded underneath him. He felt drowsiness and a sharp pain ripple through him, until it abruptly ended when he felt a strong current of pain to the back of his head.

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She stared expectantly at Canada.

She felt a hand on the top of her head, ruffling her fur. She looked up, meeting eye contact with a certain Russian.

Pancakes raised a paw, batting at his arm. She quickly got tired of him, and scratch his arm. His hand jerked away, and a short laugh came out of him.

"You're a little mean, Pancakes."

"I know," She mewed. Unfortunately, he wouldn't hear. No one could, anyway. Only other creatures. Slowly, Canada woke up from beside her.

He looked a little nauseous, and she could feel herself receive a pang of glee. It made her laugh whenever she saw Canada in a feeble state. Sometimes he deserved it.

"I will kill you." She meowed, and the Canadian looked at her. "Oh, Pancakes.." He smiled at her, then looked at Russia. Canada began talking to the Russian that had previously pet her, and Pancakes watched.

"I will kill Russia too. I hope you'll be watching," She mewed, still completely neutral. Canada spared only one glance at her, quickly turning back to stare at Russia.

After a few more boring minutes, she climbed into Canada's lap. She headbutted his stomach, and he heard the Canadian say something. However, she didn't care, so she didn't know what he said.

"I'm hungry. Feed me. I will tear out all of your organs and make Russia eat them if you don't." She meowed. Canada finally looked down at her. "Are you hungry?" He said, smiling a little. He thought this was cute.

"Yes." She meowed.

The Canadian quickly picked her up. She retaliated for a few seconds, until she figured that her servant (Canada) was getting her food.

She got carried to her food bowl, and got put down. She watched impatiently as Canada filled it up with food. "You disgust me." She mewed, then delved her face into the food.

"You're welcome," The pest of a Canadian said, acting as if she had said thank you. She would never say thank you to Canada. Never ever.

Pancakes continued to eat, her ears picking up the fading footsteps and faint chatter of the two lovebirds she unfortunately had to coexist with, as they walked away.

After she finished eating, she looked up. She dragged her tongue over her teeth. She had only had the taste for blood a few times, but if Canada kept being ignorant and stupid..

Pancakes would have a few additional times added.