“Yes, I am.” France said, signing his fist document. Canada sat down on the couch with a sigh. There was a long moment of silence, in which, France was sure, Canada was trying to understand what was going on. Nevertheless, it seemed he couldn’t find a proper answer, because he suddenly asked:
“What happened?”
“I don’t know.” France said, honestly, while reading the next document at hand, “I just woke up looking like America.”
There was another long moment of silent. Canada couldn’t believe his ears. He tried to find a logical explanation, but nothing seemed good enough. In the end, he decided to just believe to the unbelievable:
“That’s why you told everyone you are sick?”
“Yes.”
“And what have you been doing all this time?” Canada asked, suddenly worried. “Have you done something about it? Have you asked England’s opinion on this?”
This took France by surprise and looked back at Canada, astounded.
“Why should I do that?”
It was Canada’s time to look surprised:
“Well, he knows about this kind of stuff! Magic, body swaps, and fairies are his kind of thing, after all.” He said, “Maybe he could help.”
“I’ve been to England…” France cut shortly, returning back to his documents, hiding his face from Canada.
“And?”
“And what?” France signed the last one and put everything back in the green folder.
“And have you asked him?”
France put the folder in the bag, closed it and opened the door once more. Benoit was still waiting patiently outside. As soon as France opened the door, Benoit opened his mouth to protest once more, but France just handed him the bag and shut the door again. Canada watched every movement of his, his arms crossed over his chest and his face calmer by the second.
“Have you?” Canada asked once more. France ignored him. “Then what have you been doing in England?” Canada’s eyes grown suspicious. France turned his back to him.
“Don’t tell me…” Canada suddenly shot up from the couch, and France sighed.
“I thought it would be a good plan!”
“It’s not!” Canada retorted, and then his mouth became a little ‘o’. “Tell me you didn’t…!”
“No.” France said, “What did you take me for?”
Canada snorted. France shot him a murderous look, but then, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Canada’s shoulders.
“Please, don’t tell anyone about it!” France pleaded, “Don’t! I won’t forgive you if you do!”
Canada stared at him for a long moment, confused and worried at the same time.
“I…”
“Especially not England!” France admonished then. “He mustn’t know!”
Canada stared at him for a long, silent moment, then sighed and run a hand through his messy (so alike France’s) hair. He nodded, once, slowly, and France felt suddenly better with himself.
“I’m not going to, as long as you don’t do anything stupid.” Canada said then.
“Trust papa, I won’t.” France grinned and let go of Canada’s shoulder. Canada raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. On the contrary, he just said:
“It’s weird listening to America talk French and call himself my ‘papa’.”
“Sometimes I forget I look like America…” France said and made his way to the door. Canada followed him. Benoit was nowhere to be seen, France noted, and as soon as Canada came out of the house, he closed the front door with his keys.
Love me the "American" way [7c/?]
“What happened?”
“I don’t know.” France said, honestly, while reading the next document at hand, “I just woke up looking like America.”
There was another long moment of silent. Canada couldn’t believe his ears. He tried to find a logical explanation, but nothing seemed good enough. In the end, he decided to just believe to the unbelievable:
“That’s why you told everyone you are sick?”
“Yes.”
“And what have you been doing all this time?” Canada asked, suddenly worried. “Have you done something about it? Have you asked England’s opinion on this?”
This took France by surprise and looked back at Canada, astounded.
“Why should I do that?”
It was Canada’s time to look surprised:
“Well, he knows about this kind of stuff! Magic, body swaps, and fairies are his kind of thing, after all.” He said, “Maybe he could help.”
“I’ve been to England…” France cut shortly, returning back to his documents, hiding his face from Canada.
“And?”
“And what?” France signed the last one and put everything back in the green folder.
“And have you asked him?”
France put the folder in the bag, closed it and opened the door once more. Benoit was still waiting patiently outside. As soon as France opened the door, Benoit opened his mouth to protest once more, but France just handed him the bag and shut the door again. Canada watched every movement of his, his arms crossed over his chest and his face calmer by the second.
“Have you?” Canada asked once more. France ignored him. “Then what have you been doing in England?” Canada’s eyes grown suspicious. France turned his back to him.
“Don’t tell me…” Canada suddenly shot up from the couch, and France sighed.
“I thought it would be a good plan!”
“It’s not!” Canada retorted, and then his mouth became a little ‘o’. “Tell me you didn’t…!”
“No.” France said, “What did you take me for?”
Canada snorted. France shot him a murderous look, but then, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Canada’s shoulders.
“Please, don’t tell anyone about it!” France pleaded, “Don’t! I won’t forgive you if you do!”
Canada stared at him for a long moment, confused and worried at the same time.
“I…”
“Especially not England!” France admonished then. “He mustn’t know!”
Canada stared at him for a long, silent moment, then sighed and run a hand through his messy (so alike France’s) hair. He nodded, once, slowly, and France felt suddenly better with himself.
“I’m not going to, as long as you don’t do anything stupid.” Canada said then.
“Trust papa, I won’t.” France grinned and let go of Canada’s shoulder. Canada raised an eyebrow, but didn’t comment. On the contrary, he just said:
“It’s weird listening to America talk French and call himself my ‘papa’.”
“Sometimes I forget I look like America…” France said and made his way to the door. Canada followed him. Benoit was nowhere to be seen, France noted, and as soon as Canada came out of the house, he closed the front door with his keys.