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Canada Loves Me?!

I woke up from my nightmares drenched in sweat. Britain was asleep in the armchair next to me. America was asleep on the floor next to the couch. But Canada wasn't anywhere. The subtle sent of pancakes filled the air.
I got up and quietly tiptoed out of the living room so I wouldn't wake them up. I went into the kitchen where Canada was cheerfully making his delicious pancakes. He turned around and when he saw me he dropped the bowl of batter he was holding. It fell to the ground, splattering batter all over and making a loud thud. Canada ran over to me and pulled me into his arms.
"C-Canada?" I was shocked. All I could manage was a stutter.
"Mary. I'm so happy that you're ok. When I saw France and you in that room last night...." his voice faded to a whisper and he held me tighter.
"When I saw that, I was happy America and Britain took him, because if they didn't..." He let go of me and he stopped talking. Tho it was only a few minutes, the pause felt like hours.
"I fear that if they didn't step in, I would have killed him, because I need to protect you. I love you. Now! Who wants pancakes!" he went from scary to cheerfully sweet in such a short time. And I was left standing there, shocked by Canada's confession of love.
I heard America behind me cough and yawn. I turned around and looked America straight in the eyes.
"Thank you very much for saving me." Britain comes up behind America and smiles warmly at me.
"Don't thank us, thank Canada, if he hadn't suggested that we check up on you and bring you sweets, then we wouldn't have been able to help." I spun around and gave Canada a big hug and thanked him many times.
I went upstairs to take a shower. I stripped out of my black lace bra and panties. I wrapped myself in a neon red towel and took a quick shower. When I was done, I put on my Hetalia stereotypes song T-shirt and some black skinny jeans. I sprayed on some ax for girls and headed back downstairs.
We sat down and had a lively, and lovely breakfast together. Then, after breakfast, I went back to my small, one room apartment. I jumped on my bed. Imediatly after hitting my soft, warm blankets, I passed out. I slept for seven hours straight.
I dreamt about Canada all of those seven hours.
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[author note]
I know it's pretty short but give me a break! I'm busy and lazy!
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