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Hetalia kink meme part 27

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Taking a deep breath in, the PM rapped smartly on Mr William's door. It was open, as it always seemed to be, but he knocked anyway, feeling as if he needed to make up for his previous impoliteness.

Mr Williams was at his desk, tapping away at his computer, but looked up quickly at the knock and smiled at him, motioning for him to enter. 'Oh, hello, sir.'

The PM shot him a quick smile back as he stepped into the room, shutting the door behind him.

'Good afternoon, Mr Williams.' He fought the urge to fiddle with his fingers. 'I wanted to tell you- well, I was in my office and you left a photo behind from the other day and it caught my eye- “he said it and it was like this Bam!”- and all of a sudden I could just...' he paused, noticing Mr Williams straighten up with interest or anticipation. 'I knew, and Canada, it is a pleasure to meet you, truly.'

Mr Williams blinked at him before his face split into a huge toothy smile. 'Oh, thank goodness!' He got up and quickly crossed the front of the desk, coming to stand in front of the PM where he grabbed his right hand and pumped it in a forceful, enthusiastic handshake. 'I knew it would happen eventually you know, but you did take so long that I was starting to become a little bit concerned; maybe I didn't say it right, perhaps, or maybe my delivery wasn't strong enough, but it doesn't really matter now, eh?'

'Ah...' unprepared to deal with this level of euphoric joy, the PM stumbled a bit in how to take things from here, settling to gingerly try and extract his hand from Mr Williams' strong grip as the other man continued to babble happily at him.

'I've heard of longer, of course, sometimes it takes months but I've never had it happen to me before and so I didn't really know what to do, to be honest. I mean, bosses don't have to know, China sometimes doesn't even bother to tell his bosses if he doesn't like the look of them but he's so old that he can kinda do that, I guess, because they've all got so much respect for him that he just pops in and out of government whenever he feels as though they're not doing a good enough job.'

The young man paused for breath, looking at him with relief and the PM was suddenly struck with the sensation that he'd just lied about the well-being of a precious cat to its elderly owner. 'Well, I'm just happy that this happened before the UK visit, the Old World are sticklers for politeness and tradition anyway but Dad's a bit something special all to himself, you know? I hadn't told him yet, -that would have been a terrible phone call- but now I don't have to worry about it. Oh!'

Mr Williams suddenly looked concerned and peered at him over his large glasses. 'I'm so sorry, you must have so many questions and here I am jabbering away.' He gave a gentle laugh. 'Do you? Have any questions, I mean.'

The PM swallowed and tried to ignore the misplaced feelings of guilt licking away at his insides. What on earth would someone ask, if they believed this farce to be true? Racking his brain, he said the first thing he could think of, 'Are you immortal?'

Inwardly he cringed at such a typical, cheesy question. 'Are you immortal', really Stephen? Could he not have though of anything more substantial than that?

Mr Williams didn't seem surprised though, and just chuckled good-naturedly. 'Well, not really no. I mean, if you shoot me in the head I'll die, but I'll just heal it whereas you, uh, won't. But if the nation of Canada ceases to exist, then I will too.' He gave a one armed shrugged and looked sheepish. 'Basically, if there are Canadians, there's me. My body is human but what keeps me breathing is a little different.'

'Do you not age then?' The PM was curious, despite himself.

'We do,' Mr Williams replied, 'but just slower. As the civilisation we represent advances or grows stronger or older, so do we. If the nation or land suffers a signification catastrophe then we'll feel the damage somewhere or start to age at a more human speed if the civilisation collapses or declines for good.'

At the PM's look of surprise, Mr Williams elaborated. 'That's not to say it works the other way around; if I get hurt it doesn't affect the nation, but if the nation gets hurt then it does affect me. I'm not the literal walking talking landmass, after all.' He gave another laugh and the sound of it made the PM want to smile too.

Instead, he shook his head. This was- quite frankly this was ludicrous. How could anyone believe this? What was the point of it all? What on earth was Mr Williams gaining by pretending that this was true? So many question and the PM felt himself growing annoyed by thinking about them again and so stopped to focus back on Mr Williams, who was smiling giddily at him.

'Thank you for the explanation, it answers a few questions for me (lies); I think that is all for me for today. It's a bit much to take in.'

Mr Williams' expression changed to looked at him sympathetically. 'Oh I know, please do take your time; I know that this is a lot to process. But!' he hopped around his desk and opened a drawer, pulling out the folder he'd tried to show the PM the other day. 'There's this. Have a read and come back at anytime. Now, we've got the House of Commons meeting in a bit but there's still time for a quick Tim's (1) beforehand, I wouldn't blame you.'

He looked all of his 20 odd years, and the PM was once again struck by the feeling of lying to his grandma or that he was committing some other such unspeakable evil. Like pushing over a toddler or saying farewell to a dog.

'Now, you go back to your office,' said Mr Williams, coming out again from his desk and edging towards the door, 'whilst you sort that out, I'll tell the floor that you're “in the know”. They were trying to kick start your patriotic side to see if it'd help to come to terms with all of this; if I don't tell them to stop I think there'd be more knick-knacks than furniture in there.' He inclined his head towards the PM's room and raised his eyebrows.

'Wait, that was everyone?'

'Yeah, I probably should have got them to stop but they really did think it may help you come to terms with this faster; it was cute.'

With that, Mr Williams ducked out of the room, leaving the PM alone and very confused.

…................

The PM, after a week, was astounded that things had been going so well. As it turned out, pretending that he believed that Mr Williams was Canada was surprisingly easy. Everyone seemed so relieved that he'd come around to the 'truth' that they were willing to overlook any slip up or slight that the PM may have committed. He'd gone back to his room after talking to Mr Williams and in no more than 5 minutes at least half of the floor had come to see him and enthusiastically congratulate him.

Not that they hadn't been before, but people were far friendlier to him now that he had 'come around' and 'realised something so obvious'; Étienne came by just to chat and Judy actually smiled at him, which in their 5 years of working together she'd only done for special occasions. He hadn't even known that Judy had been spoken to about Matthew Williams supposedly being Canada, let alone that she believed in it all as well. The whole atmosphere of their floor had risen to a whole new level of comfortable informality, certainly not something he'd foreseen the Prime Minister's work environment to have, but he certainly wasn't complaining. He'd even forgotten, in all the aftermath, to call Mr Williams by his assumed identity in front of about ten people and Mr Williams himself, but not one person seemed even slightly critical or suspicious that the PM might not believe still.

These people were so willing to believe in the fantasy of semi-immortal men that he felt he could show them thousands upon thousands of pieces of evidence that Mr Williams was not, in fact, a breathing representation of essentially dirt, but that they would only continue to parrot otherwise and angrily dismiss anything else.

If he ignored the utter insanity of what he was currently feeding into, there was some good to come out of this. One question could now be answered; everyone on his floor wholeheartedly believed that Mr Williams was Canada. This wasn't a joke after all, people actually believed this. As hard as he tried to find evidence to the contrary, and try indeed he did, the PM found no one forgetting to call Mr Williams Canada; no one, not even once, strayed from the script and changed opinion or personality and the PM didn't... didn't really know what to make of that.

What was he supposed to make of it? These people honestly did believe that Mr Williams was the avatar of their country and found that to be completely normal. What on earth does one say to that? Heck, how do you even act around people like that? A joke is one thing, a joke he could understand, even if it was at his own expense. A joke was still a logical thing, with a logical answer and completely sane, if unkind, people running the show. But this...hell, he didn't even know what this was any more.

Despite all of the nonsense that was currently going on, the PM had to admit one thing as being a shining light in all of this craziness: Mr Williams was damn good at his job, whatever it was. He didn't really want to ask again because it would give away that he still didn't believe in the whole Canada business and had still not read the folder so he kept this to himself, but Mr Williams was very knowledgable when it came to anything even slightly political. He knew the ins and outs of every policy or bill, historical or modern, he could tell you the differences and impacts of each and every one of them on top of that, and he was great at reading the economy. It was like he had this in-built reading, his predictions were always 100% accurate and, more importantly, he could tell the PM why any small change occurred. It was baffling how on earth he got all of this information and it was even more so considering his age. In fact, his age made him even more of a mystery, he was only four or five years older than the PM's own son and yet Mr Williams had a dedication to his work and an attention to detail that rivalled even the most experienced and longest serving politician the PM had ever met, a personality trait that the PM could sadly never see his son gaining in such a short amount of time.

To help himself out, the PM tried not to think about it too much. He'd already learnt that advice from Mr Williams, no matter what it was, was always a good thing to heed; the other day he'd given him a very good explanation about housing investment. But taking it made him feel even more conflicted than he already was. Mr Williams was obviously a good and kind man who knew his way around politics and government extremely well and was happy to help, so taking his advice and using his knowledge when the PM was secretly cooking up ways to get him to admit that the whole 'I'm your nation hyuck hyuck' thing was a lie felt wrong on so many levels.

…..........

He should have known that something would go wrong at some point. After all, he didn't for a second believe that he'd go his whole term pretending along with them all just to fit in, but he hadn't thought of how he'd get out of it, either.

His mistake, really.

A stupid mistake at that. First of all, he still hadn't read the folder. He hadn't read through it yet because doing so almost felt as though he was giving in to the realistic possibility of 'Canada', which he was certainly not willing to do. So, he was completely unprepared for what happened about two weeks after talking to Mr Williams about his 'revelation'.

He was in a meeting with the main body of his government, and they had just decided on their first new bill which would overturn a previous one. It had taken them a while to get there, but it was one leading up to one of the PM's main policies and he was damned if he wasn't going to get it to go through after all the work he'd done to get here.

Looking around at them all, he gave then a satisfied grin and smiled, nodding at the deputy Prime Minster. 'Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for your time today. I'm happy to pass this off as the first official policy change in my government, a stepping stone for hopefully many more.'

There were murmurs of approval or congratulations and the PM stood to announce the meeting as over, allowing them all to leave if they so wished. As he did so, he locked eyes with Mr Williams who was seated in the far corner where he usually sat, but this time he was frowning at his hands; very unusual for him.

The PM waited until most had filtered out and all those who wished to speak to him had done so before he made his way over to where Mr Williams was sat, unmoving and sullen.

The PM spoke quietly, so no one could hear him. 'Canada? What's the matter?'

Mr Williams had his hand interwoven and tapped his thumbs together. 'You hadn't told me that there was a bill you planned on passing today.'

'Uh...' Oh shit, he'd messed up somewhere. Wait, hold on, why was he even worrying about this? 'I'm sorry, but why would you need to know?'

Mr Williams' head snapped up. 'What? Why wouldn't I nee-' his eyes narrowed in suspicion, 'you didn't read the folder, did you?'

The PM automatically held his hands up, 'Hey now-'

Mr Williams stood suddenly and shook his head incredulously. 'I can't believe you, you didn't even read it. You still don't believe me, do you? You've been pretending this whole time.'

'Mr Williams-'

'Canada!' Mr Williams jabbed a finger in his direction, the other clenched tightly at his side. 'My name, is Canada. Not Mr Williams, not Matthew, and not anything else, it is Canada.'

The PM looked about to see if anyone else was noticing this out of character and rather heated outburst, but those others left in the room seemed unable to hear them or were very good at pretending to not pay attention.

Mr Williams noticed and scoffed at him, lips pursed. 'Any bill or policy you're planning on passing or changing needs to go by me first. You cannot make a law without me knowing about it. I don't like secrecy in my government and I never have, I don't plan on starting now.'

'Mr Williams, I'm afraid you don't have much of a say when it comes to what is and what is not changed; that's my job.'

'Sir, you will find that I do have a say.'

The PM furrowed his brow and took a step forward. 'That, Mr Williams, is not your call; it would be in your best interests to remember that I run this country.'

Mr Williams met him. 'Stephan, I AM this country!'

The PM forced himself to hold out and not move back, but for a split second he was filled with the overwhelming urge to run.

Instead, he breathed hard through his nose and tried to calm himself down. His head was filled with a white noise that made it very hard to think or focus on anything other than Mr Williams, who stepped back and shook his head sadly, mood softening.

'I'm disappointed in you,' he had said, and the PM stood there for a long while after the other man had left and wondered why that comment hurt him so much.

….........

(1) Tims referring to Tim Hortons, a glorious, beautiful place of Canadian spirit. 10/10, would highly recommend.

The urge for me to write 'dude' or 'bud' or something similar was very strong whenever I wrote about the PM speaking to Canada in a friendly way as it seem him a quite a happy chappy, but I have no idea what Canadians would say in this instance. Dude and bud seem very American and the only other alternatives I can think of that are appropriate are British. I'm trying very hard to write in a Canadian way, but I feel that my writing style is leaning more towards a British manner of speaking. Please, any Canadians reading, feel free to help a girl out make this more authentic haha.

"'I'm disappointed in you,' he had said, and the PM stood there for a long while after the other man had left and wondered why that comment hurt him so much."

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH SLAM FUCKING DUNKED WITH "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed"

PM

PM HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE FATHER'D BY TEENAGER (WHO'S REALLY CENTURIES OLD BUT THAT'S FAKE NEWS TO YOU ANYWAY SO)

Yeah, it was a nice try tho. But of course Matt - or any other nation for that matter - would have no tolerance being on the end of that typical politician shiftiness. Not while it's interfering with their jobs, which it seems that it's to be a kind of check towards their bosses.

... Which is another aspect of this series that I find fascinating; what IS the purpose of these nation-people existing? How far does their influence on their people go, and what are their means of achieving that? What about their very existence makes people trust them wholeheartedly? Comedic element and cosmic plaything and all, the PM sure doesn't ask the wrong questions.

(gonna have to try Tim Hortons sometime too :D )

oh, and this is OP :')

Hello! Sorry the next update is taking a while, my dear OP, please bear with me; I'm still going with it! <3

Well. It's been a hot minute. I am so very sorry I let this drop OP, life somehow got away with me. However, I've fallen back hard into the fandom and I am kicking this back up again.

If you (or anyone) is still here to see this note, I am DeAnon-ing myself and posting this story on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29007840/chapters/71194176

Hope you've been well! Updates will arrive eventually.

This is excellent!!! I have no clue about anything Canadian, but your Canada is so perfect. And I love your PM! He's rational and just trying to do his job - though he really should have read that folder - but it's not really his fault that there are no logical reasons why "nation personification" is an actual thing that exists.

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