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|Potatoes and tea|

I'm so sorry this took so long-
I lost a little inspiration and took that time to think about what the heck was going to happen next.
Whelp, enjoy!

Last time on this shitty fanfic~
Y/n and Canada were caught in a very non-advertiser friendly position which sent the twisted idea that they were about to get laid. Havoc started to seep into every corner of the house. Now, Ireland is getting ready for ranting to a smol Canada ;-;

{3rd P.O.V}
(We'll be focusing on nada and you today folks!)

"WHAT IN THE ST ANNE'S HOLINESS DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!??!"

Canada was taken aback by the sudden outburst, making him stumble a little. "Look, nothing happened alright! I was feeling a little down and she came to check on me. I didn't want her feeling back so I tickled her. She dragged me on the bed and we tickled each other." He explained.

He had a sad puppy look in his eyes, his lips pursed into a small frown. He hummed, waiting for the country's response.

"So you mean to tell me, that UK, literally just ran down 'ere to tell me nothin'?"
The canadian nodded.
"So you weren't 'bout to get laid."
The man shook his head no.

"Aight. I'ma tell the others."
Ireland calmly ran down the stairs with Canada slowly trailing behind him. Once they reached the living room where everyone was, he started to get nervous and fiddled with his oversized sleeves.
(OMG SLEEVES AUTOCORRECTED TO SLAVES-)

Everyone was looking at the two. Well except for the ones that didn't really care, which was a large amount of them but still. Ireland picked up a bottle and drank a little to get him started. He cleared his throat and smiled.
"No one's getting laid. Shut up and pretend like nothing happened. He's ok, Y/ns' ok, everyone is o.k." He turned his head to look at England who nodded.
"Alright lads, carry on."

Most of them were still talking to the poor girl, bombarding her with lewd and silly questions. Canada sat down next to his father, while Ireland sat near his leg on the floor.

His father frowned a little and nodded. "Hm. I really thought you were going to finally do the deed. Intresting, 'oh child of mine'."
Canada gave a shy smile in response and glanced around the room. Not much was going on now that the camotion was ceased. But , as usual, someone would cause another problem.

"I heard," Wales made himself heard to everyone. "That England~" England started to sweat, silently trying to tell Wales to stop. "That England has a cRuSh on Spain-" "S.h.u.t.u.p."

The room went silent.

"Andmaybeacrushonportugalaswell-" he quickly added before slapping a hand over his mouth. England flared up in red blush, his eye twitching. "I'll bloddy flood you-"

(I'm so sorry-)

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{Your P.O.V}

The next day I woke up surrounded by velvet - the mansion's guest room. The events of yesterday flodded into my mind and I buried my face into a pillow. Someone knocked on my door, I asumed it was Canada. His knocks are very light compared to the others. "G-morning Y/n! There's breakfast in the dining room! I'll leave you to get changed."

As he was leaving, I had the inclination to... stay with him? "N-no don't go, I have something to ask you."
It was like my mind was speaking for me, like I wasn't in control of what I would say next. I couldn't choose my words, so I just went with it.

He turned around, a small smile resting on his face. "Hm? What do you need?" His accent was.. oddly cute in a way. Welcoming I mean. What is going on?
"Please. Sit." I patted to space next to me and sat up as he proceeded to sit next to me, the smile never leaving his face. "Yes?"

"Do you..."

No Y/n!

"Do you, I mean, are you seeing anyone right now? I mean we are best friends but I just wanted to know! F-for research purposes..."

He tilted his head to right and raised a brow, his smile dropping a little "What do you mean.. 'seeing anyone'?"

I shook my head vigorously, letting out a small chuckle. "It's fine." I reassured him. Canada's smile returned, a bit more calm now. "If that's the case, I'll leave you to change. Oh and don't worry, it's Saturday!" He jumped off the bed and walked toward the oak door holding the glass door knob. He flashed a wink my way which probably made my face heat up.

                              ...

{Third P.O.V}

It was around noon, the day wasn't very eventful. If course -with the newfound knowledge of England's supposed crush- the horrible attention was shifted to him. He was mercilessly teased throughout the day and Wales thought it was a good idea to give a Portugal and Spain a lil call~

Other than that our main characters lived their Saturday a little closer than normal. Y/n became a little clingy toward Canada while he did the same.

"Progress is being made, love."
"I agree, darling."

861 words excluding this.
I'm alive yey.
I'm back yes I know that I made you wait a whole frigging day. I had a short writers block I guess. But I will get back to my normal publishing schedule. Until next time~
Stay awesome!💕
~Author-chan