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can be au. can be canon. canada can be fem or male.

America falling desperately in love with Canada and not realizing it. Then flips out when he comes to the conclusion.

If Canada is a guy, op would love to see America flipping out about his door swinging that way and tries to convince himself that he's not gay by asking England to kiss him to see if he likes it.

smut is go or no go-- up to anon. just lots of romantic and dorky!al moments.

I worked on this far longer than I meant to...
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Sorry if this is totally not something the OP wanted!
I'm still really hoping someone will fill this with a fic!!!

This anons thought process while reading this comic:

England and his water wings, wai so moe!?!!

>w< America's rant, Virgin, Tea and biscuits (yes, i did try reading all the words in the background) PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffffffffttttttt!!!!!! So win, yet so FAIL at the same time.

and the sparkles, OH GAWD CANADA TEH SPARKLES!!!

......was that really necessary France, he wouldn't have done anything....right...RIGHT?!?!

I LOVE U atrist!anon, lets have babies!

Dear lord I love you comic!Anon~!

Pffft, America's rambling, hot sparkly Canada, le ick! XD

Hehehe~!

You cracked me up XD

lol, this is awesome <3

dsfkdjskdksef I NEVER SAW THE FILL LIST GET UPDATED WITH THIS. OMG I AM SO EXCITED.

DSFJHFKJHFKUESf I LOVE HOW ENGLAND CANT SWIM DKJHFDKSFHKUDSFSEF

LOL, Comic!anon is happy OP likes it. And thanks to the previous anons for commenting!

Can't wait for the fic fill!!

OMG AWESOME! SPARKLY CANADA AND YAMMERING AMERICA AND FRANCE IN A SPEEDO! SO MUCH WIN <3

AHAHAHA, OH MY GOD ANON


this is magic

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER. I- I can't stop laughing at the expressions, oh my god. And England's water wings and goggles.

HOLY~ THAT IS ONE HOT CANADA! *tries to not drool over her keyboard* Don't feel too guilty, Alfred.

And Arthur's swimming gear made me crack up. XDDD Awesome, artist!anon, just awesome.

*sparkles*THIS IS THE MOST AWESOMEST FILL EVER IN THIS MEME. Period.*sparkles*

/brb saving the comic




GUH. I love your art so much, Artist!Anon~!!

I KNOW YOUR STYLE, I KNOW YOU.

BTW PLEASE OH GOD MARRY ME.

Oh dear god, Anon, this is making me question my sexual orientation! D=

This anon really really has the sudden urge to go to the beach...

Your comic made me giggle. Especially their expressions. XD

This is amazing!

author!anon from the first comment after op's has a confession to make.

originally, i mande this request so i can fill it myself without looking stupid and i didn't expect so many people wanting to fill this and i got this amazing comic fill which is still on-going.

so here i am and this fic is dedicated to comic!anon. ♥




His hair is perfect, not a single strand out of place.

His teeth are white and straight like always, not a pickle stuck between his teeth.

Oh, pickles-- he breathes into his palm and sniffs. Good breath, check.

He straightens his jacket and stands tall--


"What the fuck am I doing?!!!"



Of all people. Of all the people he could've easily picked, it had to be Matt. Alfred presses his face into his palms, the heels of his hands digging into his sockets and his glasses are hanging dangerously from his fingertips. A few months ago, he wouldn't have even suspected that he was-- was-- was gay.

Oh, God. He said it. GAY.

Alfred groans audibly, wincing at how gay he sounds when he groaned. God, what the fuck? He is a hero to the boot! How can he be gay? Maybe the heavens are jealous of his awesome and then zapped him with some sort of gay beam or something ridiculous.

This isn't funny, God. Change me back now.

Then Matthew walks into the room with all his glorious Canadian invisibility. Except not really because Alfred can see him and everything that he's wearing and imagining everything that involves him not wearing anything.

"Alfred!"

Was that music he just heard?

Alfred laughs nervously, scratching the back of his head and quickly crosses his legs. "Yes?" It came out as a squeak. How gay.

Matthew looks at him funny and oh God, maybe Matthew knows. Maybe Matthew can see it and thinking about how gay he is and-- "Are you feeling okay, Al?" Then there is something on his forehead and Alfred thinks the room is spinning a little too fast for his hero heart to endure.

"I'm fine!" Alfred exclaims, shoving Matthew away with unnecessary force. He sees the moment of hurt that flickers across Matthew's face and-- his pants did not just a little tighter.



"Do you like the coffee?" Francis grins, holding a mug of his own with a naked woman posing on the cup.

Being the gay that Alfred is, Alfred finds himself utterly irresponsive to that naked picture. Instead, he is looking at his own very American mug with a large "I ♥ NY" sign on it. He takes a tentative sip, lost in his thoughts for a moment and jerks out his little pinky as he continues to drink his coffee. If you can't beat the gay, join it.

That's what gays do, right?

However, Francis doesn't seem to notice because he is busy squabbling with Arthur who is spitting insults at the coffee while the Brit is stirring milk and sugar in his cup of tea, fine Earl Grey brought from his house. A little bit more to the left, Alfred can see Matthew sniffing at the coffee and wrinkling that cute little nose of his and very soon, Alfred's pinky isn't the only thing that is sticking up.

Alfred chokes on his coffee, realizing how gay that thought is and his pulls his pinky back into his sweaty palm.

"Arthur, I think I'm gay!" Alfred announces, slamming the door to Arthur's room wide open and then closing it diligently because he knows Matthew is sleeping next door.

Then he begins a frantic pace by the foot of Arthur's four poster bed, hyperventilating and taking deep breaths and muttering under his breath all at the same time. Arthur groggily awakes to this scene, very much disturbed from his frog-free sleep only to see the American panicking in his room. "What?" Arthur manages to gurgle out.

That's the only sign that Alfred takes before shooting his mouth and question tumble out after question with a lot of groaning and pouting-- "... and I am gay!"

Arthur blinks and then scowls. He scowls in a way that his eyebrows seem to twitch to life and Alfred is scared. "Bloody hell, it's fucking three in the morning!"

"I know!" Alfred pauses. "I'm gay!"

Arthur howls in despair, laying back down on his bed and curling into his sheets. "About fucking time! You collect Audrey Hepburn movies and worship Jackie Chan."

Alfred stares. "I fail to see the reason why liking Jackie Chan makes me gay."

"When you have a corner of your house dedicated to him..."

Alfred pales. Holy shit, he really is gay.

All those nights dreaming about breasts and vaginas were wasted because he should have been dreaming about having heroic sex with a pair of hairy buttocks and pumping his mighty cock.

He sinks heavily onto the bed beside Arthur, sniffling like he is almost going to cry.

BUT ALAS! If he can prove himself he doesn't like men in... in that way, then he wouldn't be gay after all! "So, Arthur! Kiss me!"

The bundle of blankets seems to choke and gurgle with some sort of indignant noise. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me! If you kiss me and I don't like it. Well, you know. I don't like it. I'm not gay!"

"Shit! Forget it, Alfred. I am not playing some bloody game with you at three in the fucking morning just because your penis deflates at the sight of a female. Fuck. GO TO BED ALREADY!"



It's just them. Him and him. He and he. Boy and boy sitting side by side, watching a horror movie together.

Alfred just wishes he could get scared because that would really help him take his eyes of Matthew's long lashes and the way how the Canadian wince and clutch onto that wriggling little bear of his. Those kissable maple lips that pucker and that little tongue that darts out to wet chapped lips. Alfred swallows, edging just a bit closer to Matthew and then--

Matthew screams.

And Alfred screams along, hoping that his gay didn't overwhelm Matthew and caused Matthew to shriek in terror.

Maybe he can buy him flowers. Maybe chocolates too, since Matthew likes sweet things. Well, wouldn't pancake mix be a better present, then? Alfred is thinking about all of this when they are supposed to be sleeping. But Alfred can't sleep because Matthew is too close and his heart is about to leap from his throat and cartwheel through his fifty states.

But obviously, Alfred is a confirmed gay. So things he might give a girl probably wouldn't work on a guy right?

God, he didn't just say that. A confirmed gay?

Alfred pulls his quilt over his head, feeling a little better under the safety of all those little American flags that litter about the sheets. He is also glad that he doesn't have Texas on because whenever he puts them on lately, he's been getting headaches just by thinking unsexy thoughts. Either way, Alfred is having troubles keeping his mind away from sexy thoughts when Matthew is asleep beside him and breathing gently through his parted lips.

Then Alfred kisses him and wow, was that amazing. The way his heart starts sprinting and his cock is rushing to catch up.

But in all, his first gay kiss wasn't so bad. Obviously, kissing Arthur in his sleep doesn't count and kissing Matthew in his sleep does.

Maybe being a gay isn't so bad at all.

hope it doesn't misfire and I'm sorry for being so unoriginal with the title.

No. No. No. No. And no. This wasn't happening.

How could he of all people? And with Matthew of all people? Matthew? Who was cool, but wasn't as awesome as he was of course. Not that Matthew was a bad person or anything, he just had that habit of being overlooked by people all the time.

Not that Alfred minded when he thought of it, it only made staring at him during the meetings easier. If he got caught staring, he just said he was simply staring at the mirror which just happen to be near Matthew's chair and was admiring his awesome self. Sometimes, Alfred was amazed at his quick thinking. Really. Only a genius could think of that.

Although Arthur never bought it and Francis would give him suggestive smirks and knowing looks which he tried to return and failed. If all else failed, he could always just spy on him through a telescope, they were neighbors after all. And it would be better if he happen to catch Matthew when he changed clothes or watching him when he ate maple syrup. Alfred didn't think anyone could make maple syrup sexy but he did. Or when he d-bad thoughts. He glanced down. Oh. Oh god..

He was suddenly glad for the high tables.

Bad thoughts. Bad thoughts. With thoughts like those, one would think he was stalking Matthew. Which was illegal. And heroes didn't go stalking the people they liked. That was Edward. Who happened to be sparkly and wonde- Wait. What? What did he just think? Edward? No? Heroes? No. People? Yes. People they liked? Liked? Liked?

Alfred froze at that thought. Was it even possible? That he liked Matthew? Liked him as in like liked him? And... if he did like Matthew, would that make him

"Gay,"

"What?" Alfred burst out. "What?"

The room turned silent as Lugwig paused in his talk. Alfred suddenly cursed himself for his visibility. He could see Jack laughing silently out of the corner of his eye where he sat near Yao. Stupid Australian, he even had the nerve to hold a small sign up going, You're an idiot. Arthur massaged his temples slowly as if ridding him of a headache before asking.

"Alfred, you seem to be against this. Any reasons?"

IthinkI'mgayIthinkI'mgay, gay ran in his head.

"No, no." Alfred said quickly trying to stop the words from dancing in his head.

Arthur raised an eyebrow as if he didn't believe him but he let it go much to his relief. He nodded to Ludwig to resume.

"As I was saying, about gay marriage. Although some countries may still oppose it," Lugwig said slowly. "This thinking suggests the traditional concept of..." .

It was there Alfred lost track of what Lugwig was saying. Something about gay. And more gay.

He was not. He was not. He crossed his legs, trying to forget. It didn't help either that Matthew just happen to be sitting beside him. Today. Of all days. It was a fact. God hated him.

He ended spending the rest of the meeting trying to erase thoughts of Matthew and trying to reassure himself it was merely puberty. Merely puberty. He was reaching puberty again Maybe he was a late bloomer.

Yeah Alfred, you're about 600 years behind in 'blooming' lol. Love it and can't wait for more <3

Oh fuck, the title of this is fantastic, anon.

Can't wait to see more of this. Absolutely hysterical.

Oh ghad I love this!! I LOLed so hard I think I pulled something. Seriously.

Also, sexy maple syrup?? FTW. And Stalker-equals-Edward?? FTFLOL!!!

I can't wait to read more :)

Out of curiosity, is the title based on something and if so, what? It's killing me because I *know* I know it, but I can't think of what it reminds me of ^^;

Aw.. PLEASE finish this! :( It's too good to be discontinued.