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|"Don't ask me that. Don't tell me that. I don't want you"|

{3rd P.O.V}

After the long school day had ended, Y/n was riding home in UK'S limo that America stole- borrowed. The whole gang was there: Aussie had recently found cat and wanted to play with it -  It had a broken leg and the whole car ride back home England and Aussie where fussing over it; Canada was unusually quiet this time; while America was yapping on with Mexico. In the back Ireland and Scotland were arguing about past wars against and for England with Wales trying to calm them down.

And there she was.

Y/n. She had no idea what to do. She new if she tried to talk with Ame he would just carry on, not letting any one talk. If she tried to help Wales the Brit Boys wouldn't speak to each other ever again. And if she showed sudden intrest in animals they all would surely question her.
So she went to Canada.
"Hey Maple! What's up?" She asked, a little concerned.
"Nothing, why?"
"You seem awfully quiet..."

He went silent after that.

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A half hour later they reached home. Ah, the smell of freshly baked pastries and the preparation of tea gracefully filled the air, the smoke from the pot curling into intricate designs. As soon as Australia opened the door they were hit with a wave of warmth.

"Welcome home, children."
"Welcome, kids."

{UK'S P.O.V}

My wife sat down elagantly on the small chair opposite me on the long table filled with food and dessert. Having a sweet tooth like me was horible today - the closest pastry to me was instantly devoured. France let out a small chuckle.
"Mon amour effronté, don't eat so quickly, you'll choke." Her delacate voice and enchanting accent still made my heart flutter and stomach do summersaults. I was probably blushing now.

She chuckled.

Yeah I probably was.

As soon as I was about to compliment her, the door opened, ruining my moment.

"Welcome home, children."

She spoke softly.

"Welcome kids."

{Y/n's P.O.V}
"Yeah yeah, I can smell food!"
America pushed past us to get to the kitchen, politely giving UK and France a greeting kiss on the forehead. I closed the car door, the others getting out. Most of them headed to the kitchen to destroy it by finishing everything, while England and Australia headed to Aussie's room to look after the kitty.
I shook the couple's hand and smiled. UK nodded and France gestured to the food. "Have some!"
I politely declined.

I noticed Canada was more then just quiet now, he was like a floating ghost, lost in the wind. He walked unnoticed up the old staircase and into his room. I started to get a little suspicious so I decided to shut everything out and focus on the little problem upstairs. As I was walking, the floor made it quite obvious I was heading to nada's room and he opened the door. Standing there, with no shirt on and messy hair like he was recently getting changed- stood Canada. "Y/n? Wassup?"

{No one's P.O.V}

The girl stood there, eyes hungry and searching up the Canadian's body. Rippling abs and jeans that hugged his calves. She was in a daze drooling over this man.
The faint sound of someone snapping their fingers in her face filled her mind until she noticed what was going on. "U-uh yeah?"
"Oh. You spaced out on me. Anyway, what do you need?" The country asked politely, tilting his head to the side.

After a while, he gestured that the girl come and sit on his bed. The room smelled like maple syrup. Oddly enough there were five empty bottles of the stuff in his bin. "So?" He still didn't bother to put a damn shirt on.
Y/n leaned back. Her face was now stern, as if, by any chance, that if Canada wanted to dodge any upcoming questions, he, wouldn't.  Simple.

"Whats wrong Maple?"

He sighed. "Ukraine told me something earlier today. I said to her/him, 'don't ask me that. Don't tell me that. I don't want you.' She/he cried..."

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