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[ofmarque]

[It's a well-known fact that proper gentlemen don't take to swinging around on ship rigging like bloody apes, if proper gentlemen really took to sailing at all. Nor do they, it should be known, swing around on ship rigging one-handed while brandishing a possibly waterlogged pistol, crying Rule Britannia!, but we've already quite established that

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late forever. don't mind me >.>

[maple_syrup_can]

[Have a kid!Canada looking up at you with wide eyes.
Who are you and what have you done with his big brother Daddy? o.o]

whatever, it's adorable, and ilu forever.

[ofmarque]

[He immediately holsters the pistol and leans down with a sort of unreserved smile that's known to very few. Finally, something that makes sense in this bloody maelstrom! Even if, were Canada actually who England things, it wouldn't make a lick of sense for him to be here in the first place, but he's far more willing to flock to the familiar than...the handful of things he's already seen.]

America? Lad, what in the-- [He stops short, remembering, almost too late, not to curse in front of the child. That deviant nature, oh boy.] What are you doing here?

<3 !

[maple_syrup_can]

[Just a few years makes all the difference here...]

[Canada looks like he's gonna cry, but he puts on a brave face.]

Y-you know my brother? S-sorry... I was just... looking for Da- um, England.

<3 always!

[ofmarque]

You broth--oh dear. [Good Lord, this is embarrassing. While he's flattered and certainly has no objections to being the one sought after (suck on that, frog), something in this doesn't quite add up. What was this kid's name again? Something French...something...New France, right.]

Well, you've got me, lad; what did you need? [He can't just be an ass. This might be France's colony, but he's definitely not France. Right?]

and forever and ever~ I will try and kill you with the cute (sorry) ♥

[maple_syrup_can]

[Can you practically see the question mark hanging over Canada's head?
What? What about America? But he's distracted by looking intently (in that way kids have) at England. ...England dressed kinda funny and a touch more scary-looking than he remembers.]

[Mmmm---]

[But really, there is no mistaking those eyebrows and the hair. Canada's expression softens and he smiles awkwardly. How embarrassing to not recognize him!]

S-sorry. I- I'm really sorry, Daddy. Are you playing a game with America? Is that why you're dressed like that?

omfg, i'm drowning in it ♥ ♥ ♥

[ofmarque]

[Daddy? Wait a minute, what did he miss, here? Is he quite certain he's not looking for France?]

Ah, not quite. [How he wishes it were that simple.] ...France isn't looking for you, is he?

♥ sorry. I'll try not to outright kill you, because dead people can't tag XD

[maple_syrup_can]

[More question marks over his head.]

Mmm? Papa? [He glances around.] Is he? ...

...

D-did I do something wrong? Are you sending me back to live with Papa? Is that why he is looking for me?

[*tears* He doesn't understand~~]

too late for that, but i forgive you. ♥

[ofmarque]

[OH GOD NO NO NO STOP CRYING. New France, he didn't--ah, god, he's such a sap when it comes to kids, and he's bloody lucky there's no one around to witness this. He whips off the hat with a sigh, and envelops him into a hug. Sure, this makes no bloody sense, but he can't stand to see him like this.] O-of course not.

Thank you ^.^ You got one back at me here-

[maple_syrup_can]

[Canada clings to Daddy England tightly and sniffs into his coat.]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[But after a moment Canada is a little calmer and snuggles into him. He's still a bit different (funny clothes, funny smells, funny face), but he's definitely Daddy.]

I- I'm sorry. I love Papa, but I really like your house too. And I got to meet America, and... ... I still get to stay with you? Is it okay?

<3

[ofmarque]

[Wait. Wait. The only way he'd have New France here, like this, comes down to one very very satisfying fact. He must have royally kicked France from coast to bloody coast and then some. Well.]

Of course, my boy. [International incident? Never.] Though I think we'll need to do something about that name.

*gives it up* <3

[maple_syrup_can]

[He looks up in surprise- a little hopeful, a little scared.]

W-would it be okay? A-am I really old enough to be called 'Canada' now? ...'Cause, 'cause-- [Canada clings to him - clearly he doesn't feel independent of him yet.]
I- I like 'British Province of Canada'! You don't need to change it. I'm sorry-

eeee. <3

[ofmarque]

[Well then! That answers that, doesn't it? Not quite the whys or hows, but that will come with time, and England's not terribly concerned. Especially not when New Fra--Canada is clinging to the idea.] I'll tell you what, Canada. How about we save the formal name for special occasions? [Like documentation, and national affairs...and telling France to shove off.]

Re: eeee. <3

[maple_syrup_can]

Special occasions...? [That sounds... special. So he nods.]

Thank you, Daddy! Thank you.

[Maybe... America will remember his name, now that it's shorter?]

Would it be okay- can we play now? Can I dress up like you? Maybe America can come too?

<333

[ofmarque]

[Canada's happiness is palpable enough that England smiles. Sure, he's not America, but he doesn't need to be. Of course, England's not nearly so upfront as to say anything as such, but it's there. He picks the discarded hat up and places it rather gingerly on Canada's head.] By your leave, Captain.

ajsfkl; fatality by cute. I've got to sketch this scene now o.o

[maple_syrup_can]

[Thankfully, Canada is good at reading the atmosphere, and he can tell Daddy England is happy. Which makes him really happy.
Reaching up to steady the hat, he positively beams at England. Captain, him? Very nervous but excited Canada nods tentatively.]

Yes, please.