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Nation!America x Human!Canada
A/N: A series of inter-connected one-shots/drabbles
2: Emily = Matthew's girlfriend and uses fem!America's design
Matthew Williams wasn't what he was expecting.
America smiled brightly and encouragingly at the boy, trying to get him to speak, though he failed miserably. Instead, Matthew simply fidgeting nervously, his indigo eyes glancing down at his watch every so often and America tried to hide his hurt because he shouldn't be feeling this way – he didn't even know Matthew, but he felt complete in his presence.
"Hey," America tried lowering his normally-loud tone, "You think you're gonna be okay? I mean, I hit you pretty hard back then." He rubbed his head sheepishly, looking at Matthew eagerly for his response.
"Yes," Matthew said quietly, sighing because he knew he was too polite to just leave, "Umm, Alfred?" He asked, wincing a bit because he sounded so... informal already, "I'm really sorry – but, I'm going to be late for my class..." He trailed off, hoping that Alfred would get the point and just let him leave.
"Class?" America blinked curiously, "You're still in school? You look a little older than a high-schooler." He sighed, observing the blond boy closely, causing Matthew to shy away and glance away uncomfortably.
"I'm in college," Matthew mumbled, not revealing an important piece of information about himself, "Umm – I really think I should go..." He muttered, very uncomfortable with this man because he was so similar to his girlfriend it was almost frightening.
"C'mon, you can skip one class, can't you?" America quickly responded, almost desperate to get Matthew to stay with him for a bit longer. He didn't want the empty-hole feeling to return and the emotion was almost scary. He completely ignored the fact that he had a meeting up with England and France in about ten minutes because they could just wait a little while. He swallowed, feeling almost embarrassed because he usually had so much to say, even to random strangers, but yet he was so speechless for once.
"I really have to meet my girlfriend." Matthew stated quietly, backing away slightly when Alfred looked up suddenly, an unknown emotion surged to his bright blue eyes and it made the blond wary.
"You have a girlfriend?" America struggled to keep his tone casual and neutral, yet he was unsure why he was feeling an emotion that was similar to jealousy because Matthew was just a regular and even unremarkable human and they would probably never even meet again after this.
"Yes," Matthew sighed, almost dreamily at the thought of Emily. She, much like Alfred, was an American who had bumped into him at their first meeting and they had been pretty much dating ever since. Thought, it was more of a long-distance relationship, she made sure to visit him very often as she lived on the very border. Matthew timidly glanced up, unsure why Alfred looked a bit strained, like he was trying to hold back his anger, "So, I promised I would meet her..." He trailed off again, dropping the hint once more and Alfred seemed to snap back to reality.
"Y-yeah, of course...!" America tried to just laugh it off, though it came off more as a grimace, "Anyways, I'm really sorry about bumping into you earlier and I really want to make it up to you," Alfred said firmly, eyes locked into the blossoming bruise on Matthew's cheek, "So, I–"
"Alfred, so this is what you have been doing?!"
Both males widened their eyes at the distinct British accent, and turned to see a fuming Englishman and an alluring Frenchman, "You were supposed to meet us an hour ago and you been stuffing your face with fucking hamburgers?!" England growled, completely ignoring the other sitting with America as he glared at the nation with blazing green eyes.
France, on the other hand, immediately noticed the human sitting with America and threw him seductive looks as the boy briefly caught his stare and then looked down with a flushed face.
America frowned, not too happy with the interruption and too annoyed with correcting England on the meeting time, "I'm sure you can wait." Alfred shot back, snickering as Arthur fumed visibly and not noticing when Francis smoothly made his way up to the blond Canadian.
Matthew warily slid back, trying to ignore the Frenchman who was stalking up to him, "I really should go now, Alfred. I'm sorry we had to meet that way." Matthew said, giving a shy smile towards America and taking his leave before France could really do anything.
America and France watched in disappointment as Matthew walked away and England simply watched in disinterest (though, he had vaguely noticed that the human boy looked a lot like America), "Damn!" America cursed lowly, glaring at England, who only glared back, "Couldn't you wait?!" His tone rose in volume and Arthur sneered.
"Why?" England drawled with a smirk, "Becoming interested in a human?" His voice was full of disdain and slight concern, "You know how many times I have warned you about doing such things. It never ends well." The Brit grimaced, remembering his beloved queen, Elizabeth I.
America shook his head, his anger deflating as he sighed. He glanced up to England and France, shocking them with his next words.
"No, I just think that guy was Canada..."
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