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hetaliasunshineTITLE: Canada and Cuba talk. Just Talk.
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CHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Canada/Cuba, side Russia/America mentions of Mexico, and France/England
RATING: PG
NOTES: I find it truly amazing how I can make characters dull.
SUMMARY: Hey, they interact!
“Hola! ‘Bout time you got here. D’you know just how much—why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” Canada quickly shook his head, and apologized, but his disbelieving gape didn’t disappear, “You didn’t confuse me for America…and you haven’t tried to hit me.”
It wasn’t fair, Cuba realized, that Canada could be so cute while—mierda.
“Hey, I’ve gotten better at tellin’ you apart,” Cuba protested and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Canada smile.
“Mexico’s been helping you, hasn’t she?”
“W-what? Of course she hasn’t…okay, maybe a bit while we’re doin’ our usual game.” Canada’s eyebrow rose in question.
Cuba looked away and nervously tried to think of something to change the conversation. When nothing came to mind, he sighed. “Ya know how your jerkass brother gets his panties in a bunch when we go to his place, so me and Mexico take turns hoppin’ over there to piss him off,” Cuba held up a hand, cutting Canada off before he could begin chewing him out.
“Hey, the bastard deserves it. Be glad it’s the only thing we’re doin’. Mexico’s been pissed off at him ever since he, ya know, said she was goin’ to collapse,” Cuba sighed and wrapped his arm around the blond.
Canada frowned deeply and crossed his arms. Probably thinking of some way to scold Cuba, while still being nice.
Slowly, Cuba turned Canada around pointed forward. “Hey, come on; don’t be mad, I called ya here to enjoy yourself an’ shit. I wanted it to be jus—.”
Canada had reached up and pulled Cuba down by his collar to kiss him.
When they parted, Cuba blushed while Canada licked his lips.
Right. Ingles y Frances, Cuba thought.
“Okay. I won’t talk about it now, but I will be talking to Mexico about that, and I want you to promise me to stop doing that…for now at least. After America has fixed stuff, you both can do that all you want,” Canada smiled and slowly wrapped his hand around Cuba’s.
Cuba grinned and squeezed the other nation’s hand, “Ya gotta deal.”
Seconds later, Canada was pulled away.
“Get your hands off my bro, commie!”
“America!” Canada yelped, violet eyes widening in surprise.
America ignored his brother and glared at Cuba, who needed little reason to glare right back.
“We are not late, da?”
“Russia!” Canada squirmed in his brother’s arms until he could look over the other North American’s shoulder. Russia was behind them, smiling pleasantly as he moved closer and wrapped his own arms around both brothers.
“Hey! Let go of ‘im Russia,” Cuba yelled and intensified his glare towards America, “and you, ya hypocritical bastard, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Like hell I’m going to let you date Mattie and spread your commie ideas to him! He’s already got socialized health care! I won’t let him get worse!”
There was a couple of seconds silence as they processed what America had said, and then Canada got America to release him by giving his dear brother a punch to the stomach. They all ignored the gasped scream that escaped America as he sunk to the ground and looked to Russia.
“What are you guys doing here? England and France were supposed to meet up with us?”
“Ah! England and France became…occupied. So America and I decided to come and keep you two company,” Russia smiled and ignored America pulling at his long scarf.
“Occupied? You’re making it sound fucking dirty Russia. Here’s what actually happened: France said something perverted while flirting with some other guy in front of England. England pulled out that gun he always somehow manages to keep hidden and tried to shoot him. Missed and left for home pissed. France of course went after him.”
“We figured England would be busy trying to kill France to come for this little double date. So, in order to protect my little brother when mom and dad are having a fight, I decided to come in their place,” Alfred finished with a wide grin as he stood up, pulling himself up using Russia’s scarf, his arm held over this stomach.
“America begged me so beautifully to come with him,” Russia added happily, pulling America closer to him.
“I did not beg!”
Cuba and Canada looked at each other, a slight frown on their faces.
“I don’t want to spend the day with ‘em!” Cuba whispered towards Canada. “Inglaterra y Francia I can understand, but I don’t wanna spend the whole day with that idiot and Russia.”
“We can’t just tell them to go away,” Canada whispered back.
“Let’s just get to the park and loose ‘em there—SHUT UP PUTO! I HEARD THAT!”
Canada smiled weakly and moved closer to cuba and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry. I should have planned this out better, and have just made it the two of us.”
“…Ya know I can’t stay mad at you…damn,” Cuba blushed and gave Canada a hug back.
“Russia, America. We were planning on making it a short trip to the park. I left Kumajirou alone and don’t really want to leave him longer than I have to,” Canada let go and turned back to the other two nations.
America gave his giant grin again and wrapped his arm around Russia’s, “Great! We’ll meet you there!” He then promptly ran off.
“Ya know what…what if we just say we never found him or we just got lost?”
Canada laughed and began to walk in the same direction, “Oh, come on. We can at least enjoy the walk there. We need to catch up, there’s only so much we tell each other over the phone.”
Cuba walked after him.
“Did I tell you I played hockey against America a couple of weeks ago?”
Cuba quirked and eyebrow, smirking, “And how did that go?”
“Oh, I beat him into the ice, but he actually tried this time!”
Cuba doubled over with laughter, no doubt imagining Canada actually shoving America into ice.
“Those are the kind of stories I like!” Cuba managed between his laughter, and Canada soon joined him. Canada moved and held out his hand, Cuba instantly took it.
“Come on, we’ll talk a lot on the way over and maybe I’ll have to call France to make sure he’s okay and alive still. And I promise we won’t spend the entire day with America and Russia.”
“Well, then, you’ve got me to lo-like you all over again.” Cuba smiled and they began walking again.
!!!!!!!!
Hola – Hello
Mierda – Shit
Ingles y Frances – English and French
Inglaterra y Francia – England and France
Puto – Fucker
AUTHOR/ARTIST: by
subakaiRECIPIENT:
nym_aulthCHARACTERS/PAIRINGS: Canada/Cuba, side Russia/America mentions of Mexico, and France/England
RATING: PG
NOTES: I find it truly amazing how I can make characters dull.
SUMMARY: Hey, they interact!
“Hola! ‘Bout time you got here. D’you know just how much—why’re you lookin’ at me like that?” Canada quickly shook his head, and apologized, but his disbelieving gape didn’t disappear, “You didn’t confuse me for America…and you haven’t tried to hit me.”
It wasn’t fair, Cuba realized, that Canada could be so cute while—mierda.
“Hey, I’ve gotten better at tellin’ you apart,” Cuba protested and looked away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Canada smile.
“Mexico’s been helping you, hasn’t she?”
“W-what? Of course she hasn’t…okay, maybe a bit while we’re doin’ our usual game.” Canada’s eyebrow rose in question.
Cuba looked away and nervously tried to think of something to change the conversation. When nothing came to mind, he sighed. “Ya know how your jerkass brother gets his panties in a bunch when we go to his place, so me and Mexico take turns hoppin’ over there to piss him off,” Cuba held up a hand, cutting Canada off before he could begin chewing him out.
“Hey, the bastard deserves it. Be glad it’s the only thing we’re doin’. Mexico’s been pissed off at him ever since he, ya know, said she was goin’ to collapse,” Cuba sighed and wrapped his arm around the blond.
Canada frowned deeply and crossed his arms. Probably thinking of some way to scold Cuba, while still being nice.
Slowly, Cuba turned Canada around pointed forward. “Hey, come on; don’t be mad, I called ya here to enjoy yourself an’ shit. I wanted it to be jus—.”
Canada had reached up and pulled Cuba down by his collar to kiss him.
When they parted, Cuba blushed while Canada licked his lips.
Right. Ingles y Frances, Cuba thought.
“Okay. I won’t talk about it now, but I will be talking to Mexico about that, and I want you to promise me to stop doing that…for now at least. After America has fixed stuff, you both can do that all you want,” Canada smiled and slowly wrapped his hand around Cuba’s.
Cuba grinned and squeezed the other nation’s hand, “Ya gotta deal.”
Seconds later, Canada was pulled away.
“Get your hands off my bro, commie!”
“America!” Canada yelped, violet eyes widening in surprise.
America ignored his brother and glared at Cuba, who needed little reason to glare right back.
“We are not late, da?”
“Russia!” Canada squirmed in his brother’s arms until he could look over the other North American’s shoulder. Russia was behind them, smiling pleasantly as he moved closer and wrapped his own arms around both brothers.
“Hey! Let go of ‘im Russia,” Cuba yelled and intensified his glare towards America, “and you, ya hypocritical bastard, what the fuck are you doing here?”
“Like hell I’m going to let you date Mattie and spread your commie ideas to him! He’s already got socialized health care! I won’t let him get worse!”
There was a couple of seconds silence as they processed what America had said, and then Canada got America to release him by giving his dear brother a punch to the stomach. They all ignored the gasped scream that escaped America as he sunk to the ground and looked to Russia.
“What are you guys doing here? England and France were supposed to meet up with us?”
“Ah! England and France became…occupied. So America and I decided to come and keep you two company,” Russia smiled and ignored America pulling at his long scarf.
“Occupied? You’re making it sound fucking dirty Russia. Here’s what actually happened: France said something perverted while flirting with some other guy in front of England. England pulled out that gun he always somehow manages to keep hidden and tried to shoot him. Missed and left for home pissed. France of course went after him.”
“We figured England would be busy trying to kill France to come for this little double date. So, in order to protect my little brother when mom and dad are having a fight, I decided to come in their place,” Alfred finished with a wide grin as he stood up, pulling himself up using Russia’s scarf, his arm held over this stomach.
“America begged me so beautifully to come with him,” Russia added happily, pulling America closer to him.
“I did not beg!”
Cuba and Canada looked at each other, a slight frown on their faces.
“I don’t want to spend the day with ‘em!” Cuba whispered towards Canada. “Inglaterra y Francia I can understand, but I don’t wanna spend the whole day with that idiot and Russia.”
“We can’t just tell them to go away,” Canada whispered back.
“Let’s just get to the park and loose ‘em there—SHUT UP PUTO! I HEARD THAT!”
Canada smiled weakly and moved closer to cuba and wrapped his arms around him. “I’m sorry. I should have planned this out better, and have just made it the two of us.”
“…Ya know I can’t stay mad at you…damn,” Cuba blushed and gave Canada a hug back.
“Russia, America. We were planning on making it a short trip to the park. I left Kumajirou alone and don’t really want to leave him longer than I have to,” Canada let go and turned back to the other two nations.
America gave his giant grin again and wrapped his arm around Russia’s, “Great! We’ll meet you there!” He then promptly ran off.
“Ya know what…what if we just say we never found him or we just got lost?”
Canada laughed and began to walk in the same direction, “Oh, come on. We can at least enjoy the walk there. We need to catch up, there’s only so much we tell each other over the phone.”
Cuba walked after him.
“Did I tell you I played hockey against America a couple of weeks ago?”
Cuba quirked and eyebrow, smirking, “And how did that go?”
“Oh, I beat him into the ice, but he actually tried this time!”
Cuba doubled over with laughter, no doubt imagining Canada actually shoving America into ice.
“Those are the kind of stories I like!” Cuba managed between his laughter, and Canada soon joined him. Canada moved and held out his hand, Cuba instantly took it.
“Come on, we’ll talk a lot on the way over and maybe I’ll have to call France to make sure he’s okay and alive still. And I promise we won’t spend the entire day with America and Russia.”
“Well, then, you’ve got me to lo-like you all over again.” Cuba smiled and they began walking again.
!!!!!!!!
Hola – Hello
Mierda – Shit
Ingles y Frances – English and French
Inglaterra y Francia – England and France
Puto – Fucker
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Date: 2009-10-19 05:40 am (UTC)Go Canada xD
I loved their interactions. America is a perfect annoying older brother, and Cuba is such an understanding boyfriend :D
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Date: 2009-10-20 11:05 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
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Date: 2009-10-19 12:21 pm (UTC)♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
I'm so excited about my fill-thank you so much!!! You worked my two favorite APH pairs into one beautiful fic! Your write Canada and Cuba so sweetly and pretty much just like I'd imagine them. And I adore America playing the 'interfering older brother' and 'capitalist' cards with his own communist boyfriend in tow, lol XD
Much love for this fic!!!
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Date: 2009-10-20 11:01 pm (UTC)Canada and Cuba are like that lovey-dovey couple you see while out and go 'awww'. And America is just a hypocrite. XD