Oh My Sweet Maple!?

Ch.5 *Hiccups*

Author's Note: Keep in mind that I do not own any of the Hetalia characters or the pictures shown above!! Also, I never wrote about anyone being drunk so sorry if I suck at writing a drunk Canada.

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Third Person P.O.V

In the center of an ice cream shop in Russia, Moscow, we have two nations having a small chat. One is a nervous Canadian and the other being a shy Cuban. After Cuba decides to offer some hospitality to Canada, he is greeted with an acceptance to his offer. The Canadian decides to give Russia a call, to make sure he knows of his whereabouts.

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Russia's P.O.V

"Privet, kto eto?" I began to think that the chances of hearing from my sunflower are very slim.

"Mr. Russia, I left my belongings at your place, is it okay for me to swing by tomorrow around noon? As for where I am, it's a secret."

Hearing his angelic voice talk to me in such a serious manner really makes me feel guilty due to my behavior from earlier.

"Da, you may. But please Canada be careful out there. I am in no right to order you, but I do care for you. So can we talk about this, perhaps when you come over?"

I hesitated a little at the last sentence but I managed to let out what I had been holding back for about two hours, in hopes that the Canadian will forgive me.

"Sure." Click.

He seems awfully mad, but I still have hopes for Canada and I. That stupid Prussian is nothing but a disturbance to our possible long, happy relationship.

Speaking of which, he actually ended up staying in what was supposed to be my sunflowers guest room. Though it pisses me off, I didn't want Canada to think I'm a bad guy by sending the enemy out into the worsening winter.

I guess I can call it a day. The time is now 10:40 p.m. I don't think my day has went at all like I planned. Sure, we had our alone time, and even got to see a great view of his physique, but in the end, he still left. In fact, the Prussian was the one that allowed sunflower to crack to the point where his voice became equal to that of America's obnoxious voice. That means a lot in its own way. Sleep is calling me now, I hope I can have a dream about sunflower and I.

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Canada's P.O.V

"Fuck this shit feels good down my throat. I don't see why I *hicc* never agreed to this before. Do you think I'm over doing it *hicc* Cuba? Does it feel good to you too?"

I am now a hundred percent sure that I will become an alcoholic. Why? Well I'll tell you why. You see a few minutes ago, more like an hour ago, Cuba brought me over to this really beautiful hotel. Apparently, this hotel has one of THE BEST bars around. He had shown me the way to said bar, where only two others sat. I never considered consuming alcohol, but with the headache from earlier, I gave it a shot. Literally. I sat down and had begun to drink the lighter beers, but in the end, I had vodka flowing through my veins. I realize why Russia adores the alcoholic spirit and it's so good taste. The sensation of it burning in the back of my throat feels inviting.

"Well, I like vodka, but um I prefer my Daiquiri. I think you over did the Vodka shots though. Maybe we should head up to the room already. That is if you want to. Plus estoy cansado."

"I'll go in after a few more minutes, let me finish this bottle first. *hicc* Also, take Kumaniru."

I am totally not going to be done any time soon. This much alcohol and for the first time, is surely going to leave me a huge fucking headache. I'll consume as much as possible for the time being. In fact, I'll invite my two beloved friends in the whole world. Cuba can't know a damn thing.