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Hopelessly in Love (Juneau x Yellowknife) (slight smut at the end)

Trigger Warning: Somewhat description of sex so if you're a kid, you should probably go away

*Juneau POV*

The faint smell of smoke filled my nose as I woke up from a much longer nap than I had wished for. Hopefully it wasn't another wildfire. Eh, if it was I would've heard more about it by now. I wasn't supposed to have any visitors; Alaska had already had his monthly trip here. I peered out my window to see an... odd fellow in the distance. I had never seen them before so maybe they were a tourist. Alaska told me that Moscow had been visiting Texas as a tourist for a little bit, and then, well.. you know. They fucked.

Hopefully that's not the case here. I quickly put on my robe and snow boots before venturing out into the cold air. The smoke became stronger, along with a lovely smell of food. The person I had seen out my window was now leaning over the fire-a rather dangerous thing to do- while cooking what I believe to be is hot dogs. 

They seemed like an okay guy by just looking at them, but I wondered how they got on my property. Sure, it was a fairly large one but I had fences.
"Uhm, excuse me?" I meekly asked. No response. Maybe they don't speak English.
"Wáa sá iyatee?" (Hello?) I tried again. Nothing. Now I was just getting frustrated, thinking they were ignoring me. So I shook them a bit to try and get them to respond.

I expected silence again, but instead, I was pushed onto my back and had a grill stick-along with a sizzling hot dog attached- pointed right at my face. I finally got a good look at the stranger. He was obviously male, and had a blue, white, and yellow flag with an emblem in the middle.
"Who are you?" He asked gruffly.
"Uhm, Juneau... and you are..?" I didn't really need to ask who he was. On his emblem, it literally said his name. 'Yellowknife'

"Yellowknife. Where'd you come from?" I looked at him for a second to see if he was serious. He just stared back.
"Well *ahem*, actually... actually. This is my property. You're intruding on it," I said, trying to get the point across that I didn't know him and he wasn't welcome here.
He looked around for a second, before saying, "I didn't see no sign."
"Wha-What do you mean sign??? There is a fence all around this!"
"I didn't see a fence coming in." Crap, did some of the teens around here break it again?
"Goddammit- Was there fence near it?"
"Yessss?"

"THEN THE FENCE IS BROKEN! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GO IN IF IT JUST SUDDENLY STOPS?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! MAYBE IT TURNED INVISIBLE???"
We went back and forth for a little bit until I eventually got him to admit he'd fucked up. As an apology, he gave me one of his hot dogs. Of course, if he were to ask me I'd say they were eh, but they were actually pretty good! He gave me his number, while mumbling something about how I can call him if I want more hot dogs. After he left, I called my fence company to come and fix it. 

It'd been a few weeks since I'd seen him, and I quite honestly couldn't stop thinking about him. His smile, his gruff voice, his surprisingly good cooking skills... When I told Alaska about it, he teased me and said I had a crush of which I immediately denied. I didn't want to believe I was crushing on the guy who thought my fence turned invisible.

I wished I could see him again. Of course, I didn't have to wait for long. At the Arctic Council meeting, I went with America so I could talk to Russia about some things when I saw Yellowknife again. He had much looser and lighter clothing on now since we weren't in the cold, and I could see his outrageously fluffy hair now that it wasn't being suffocated by his hat.

I went up to him and tapped him on the shoulder, making him jump.
"Oh..." he said, once he finally landed back on planet Earth, "I didn't think I'd see you here..."
"Yeah..." God, I'm being awkward. "So, how have you been?"
"Good..good..."

"You, uh, wanna go out?"
He raised an eyebrow at me and that's when I realized what I said.
"Nonononono, not like that, I mean, maybe, but uh, I know there's a nice restaurant around here that we could go to so..." He looked at me calmly, ignoring the fact that I was blabbing like an idiot.
"Sure, I'd be good with that. Depends on how late Arctic keeps us here though."
"Yeah.. yeah, you have a point there..." I just know my ancestors who hunted wolves and bears are looking down on me and shaking their heads at my awkwardness.

Thankfully, Arctic called us to the meeting so I couldn't blab to Yellowknife any longer. I worried the whole meeting I'd fucked it up and he was just being nice, but when it ended, he came up to me and seemed genuinely excited.
"Alright! You were talking about the restaurant?"

With that, and a smirk from America that was quickly wiped off when I slapped him, we were on our way to the restaurant. Yellowknife tried to make small talk, but I was too nervous to answer in a normal person way. I don't know why I was so nervous. Maybe because he was tall? No.. I'm shorter than everyone I know, that's not it. Maybe his muscles? His tight shirt portrayed it all in a very nice way and makes him look even se- WHAT THE FUCK JUNEAU, NO. DO NOT THINK THAT. 

I could tell I was blushing from my unholy thoughts, so I tried to stuff my face in my coat as we walked. We eventually got there and got seated. Once we started to talk, I felt a lot more calm and was actually able to talk to him. He was a lovely dude and I actually liked him. He, believe it or not, asked me if I'd like to go on a date after this. Obviously, that was a yes.

After, he went with me to my house (the meeting was in Juneau, the city) and we spent some time playing video games and board games. After that, the noises that Texas and Moscow would make when they were together now sounded like toddlers yelling at each other after Yellowstone and I fucked.

I didn't expect us to have sex, but when he gave me the look then started to kiss me on my lips and neck, it just sorta happened. He was much better than anyone else I'd been with, and actually knew how to hit the g-spot. Quite impressive for most men 'round here.

I woke up, unsurprisingly a bit sore from getting fucked, and woke Yellowknife up with a small kiss. He smiled at me before getting up to change. Canada had expected him to go home with him, and was a bit confused as to why Yellowknife didn't want to go with him until he saw me. Dirty minded bastard, just like his brother. He told Yellowknife he could stay, but had to come back the next morning. We didn't want to anger the Canadian (or any Canadian for that matter) so he bought airplane tickets the night before so he could fly back to Ottawa.

Since he got up to change, I figured I should as well. Last night, I hadn't bothered to put my clothes back on so I was still naked.
"I know we just fucked, like a few hours ago, but don't you dare look," I told Yellowknife, as I ran by naked.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." he said while covering his eyes.

Unfortunately, time went by quick and it was time for Yellowknife to leave. He promised to keep in touch, and to visit every month. I, admittedly, cried as he left and called Alaska so I could tell him about me now being in a long distance relationship. I could hear him stifle a laugh before asking if we fucked. Now, if I weren't in an airport at that exact moment, I'd cuss his ancestors going way back to the start of countrymasters but that isn't a very appropriate thing to do in public.

After I got back home, cussed out Alaska's ancestors, and settled into bed, I got to reminiscence on what had happened the past few weeks. Random ass dude shows up on my property, I see him again and basically ask him out, we go back to my house and fuck, and now we're dating. 

huh

Sounds a bit weird when you say it out loud. Eh, whaddya gonna do?

I can't wait for him to visit again. Hopefully next time, Alaska will stop making fun of me for being "hopelessly in love" or whatever he said.

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Yayyyy another story! Thank you @FakeCzech for the request! :D

Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this (I think it's my longest story yet) and that it wasn't too corny or anything.

Also, the language that Juneau spoke when she was trying to get Yellowknife to acknowledge her was Tlingit.

Farewell~
-written-by-an-idiot

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