cavities - a countryhumans one-shot book

fuzzy (romantic usamex)

warning! contains;
minor canrus, america being a weirdo, a tsundere(???) mexico. not rlly but dont know any other word for it.

part 2 to shiny

canada's (first) pov

i woke up, stretching. i felt someone groan beneath me. fuck yeah.

america's (first) pov

"so, canada's been hanging out with us less often, huh?" jamaica sighed, putting his head on his folded arms. netherlands frowned. "don't feel bad, jami. i'm sure it's nothing we've done." i snorted. "oh it's certainly something he's 'done.'" brazil laughed with me. argentina raised an eyebrow. "the hell are you two laughing about?" mexico rolled his eyes. "they mean the fact that canada met someone." jamaica choked. "what!? no, he'd tell us!" i sat up. "god, j, look what you've done! now he's going to show us a fucking powerpoint as evidence that it was super obvious and he's gona make us feel dumb." argentina groaned, slamming his head on the table. "damn straight." i snapped at him. "well first he came back with someone else's shirt on the mountain. that story he said was totally bullshit but it was still funny to imagine. he looks at his phone really lovingly whenever he thinks no one is looking, and he comes back home absolutely whipped every other sunday. so basically he found someone on that mountain and he's been getting laid constantly." netherlands slapped the back of my head. "what!? i'm right." brazil nodded thoughfully. "mm yes, the great fuckboy canada mystery, lead by detective america." i grinned. "that still doesn't answer the question on why he would hide it from us." mexico looked up from his phone once again. "well one, it could be that netherlands would totally either argue with said person or hit on them. two, it could be that the dragon myth is true and he's hiding it so we don't think he's insane." i slapped his back. "finally, something we can agree on." he growled. "i don't want to agree with you on anything, asshole." i put my hand on his thigh and looked back up. he rolled his eyes to ignore his heated face. netherlands raised an eyebrow. "so do we do anything or??" i shrugged. "nah. let him tell us on his own time. if he weren't so obvious, that's what would've happened, anyway." brazil nodded in agreement.

everyone else left, and i was left to my own devices with mexico. "would you stop doing that? they're gona find out." he grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning on me. "but that's the fun of it!" i grinned. "don't you like the thrill? that any moment you could be found out, but you comply because the adrenaline feels nice?" he side eyed me. "you're a masochist. no, that's not normal." i shrugged and put my arm around him. "you're no fun~" i whined, moving in closer to him. "everyone thinks we hate each other because you're so insistent on hiding it." mexico sighed. "yeah. i know. i just panic because when you're near me i feel all fuzzy and want to be close to you like we do alone, but then i remember people are there and instead of acting normal my brain decides it's better to push you away." i frowned, moving my hand to his face. "hey, it's not your fault. sorry for making it sound that way. we don't have to tell anyone as long as you don't want to." i leaned my forehead on his. "we're okay. i love you, and that's not going to change because you dont like pda. i'm happy and will be happy as long as you're happy." he smiled, pecking my lips. "i love you.." he murmured, leaning his head into my neck and wrapping his arms around me. i smiled, holding him back, nearly humming from how overwhelmingly fluffy he makes me feel. "i love you too."

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good ship. v good and fluffy ship. also yea, mexico doesnt like pda but is bad at acting normal so he instead decided to act like he couldnt stand america. i have decided this is a random au now and i love them and would die for every single one of them. steal my sons and i'll eat your toes.

also canada fucked russia,
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616 words

(also dont tell anyone but im thinking for doing a qna if this book ever reaches 5k reads. thoughts?)