Canada x North Korea (maple syrup uwu)

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  This was a collaborative effort between SteamedSnails and ToonCloud(me). I know you rats are hungry~
Please don't take this seriously.

  It was a chilly fall day. Bright autumn leaves were gathered on the ground. North Korea approached Canada's front door nervously. His sweaty hands gripped a bouquet he had spent all morning assembling from artificial Dollar Tree flowers.
 
  North Korea's knees felt like jelly as he rang Canada's doorbell. He waited, listening closely to what was happening on the other side. The door flung open unexpectedly causing North Korea to stumble backwards, trip over himself, and fall flat on his back.
 
   To make matters worse, it wasn't Canada that answered the door. It was his dad, Great Britain.

"Uh, um... I-I'm sorry sir!" North Korea sputtered out.

"Bloody hell!" Great Britain cried as he approached North Korea, "Do I need to call 999?"

  North Korea pulled himself up and reajestued the bowtie he had borrowed from South Korea. "No, no I'm fine!" he lied, trying to ignore the pain in his bones.

  Canada finally came out of the house to see what was going on.

"North Korea? What are doing here?"

"I-I'm here for our date, remember?"

Canada did not remember.

"I, uh, I asked you on W-Wednesday
and you agreed"

In an attempt to keep this situation from becoming even worse, Canada nodded and put on a polite smile.

"Oh right! I guess it just slipped my mind~" he said.

Great Britain, no longer interested in what was happening and knowing his tea was getting cold, made his way back into the house.

"I'll leave you boys to it!" he called, just before shutting the door.

The two looked at each other. Canada noticed North Korea was shaking profusely.

"Are you cold?" Canada asked.

"No! No no no! L-Let's get going!" North Korea screeched, making his way across the yard to where he parked his bike. Canada followed after him.

"This, uh, doesn't look like it could accommodate two people..." Canada said quietly.

"Sure it does!" North Korea responded "you can sit between the handle bars. >;)"

"But wouldn't that make it hard to see where you're going" Canada continued.

"You can... be my eyes! It's romantic!"

There was no getting out of this. Canada got on the bike, and away they went.