WHAT IS THIS idk
She'd lost a clip. Oh alright, she'd lost it or America had lost hers and stolen Canada's one, which happened far more often than America admitted. America didn't hug her all the time for no reason after all. The point was, however, that her hair was falling in her face and tucking it up under her beret was only doing so much.
She really missed keeping her hair in braids sometimes. It had been easier when she was younger and England had deemed it easier than brushing out the myriad tangles she and America tended to have. She did like this pigtails though. Cute and easy to pull back in the morning. The clips kept her hair out of her face so she wouldn't have to brush it back.
Or at least they would if she had them, which she didn't.
It was the 34th time that she brushes the hair back with a low little growl that she saw Romana watching her. It was strange to think that such a little movement would gain her attention but Romana was walking over now.
A hand brushes back her hair and Canada is just too startled to move when her beret is gently placed on the table and her pigtails undone. Then her brain catches up and she has a moment to wonder what Romana is doing?
And since when does Romana even speak to her, let alone mess with her hair. But it's comforting and she always did love having her hair done. She had sat still for America for hours, letting her braid her long locks in tiny miniscule braids that left her hair wavy for days.
"W-What are you doing?"
Romana's hands sweep back her hair into a ponytail, tying it securely and then she moves back out of sight to twist and braid and Canada is left with bangs in her eyes. Again. An irritable sigh falls from her lips and shes pushes them back to either side.
"It was going to bother me all meeting, seeing you there with your hair in your face. You lost your clip didn't you. Tch, it was America, I know. At least her hair can be pushed behind her ears, yours just falls out, mn? Ah much better."
Canada still can't see from behind this fringe of hair, which true to Romana's testament, fell right back from behind her ears. How is this any better she wonders, but then Romana gently sweeps the bangs to one side and uses that single clip to pin them in place. Then her beret goes snugly back on her head and she can see.
"There you go, piccolina. Good as new."
Romana's touch is gentle and kind. She wants to call it mothering but that makes her feel strange about the flush in her cheeks.
"A-Ah Romana!" Canada's hand reaches out and clutches the pretty designer jacket Romana must have picked up for the new season and grasps at straws for something to say. Hockey is out, she doesn't watch football. Shoot. They don't have much in common--not that she knows much about the nation beyond the basics.
"Si Canada?" Romana looks a little curious but Canada still doesn't know what to say. So blurting things out seemed like the way to go.
"Would you like to go get coffee sometime or gelato or something?" Oh god the stereotypes just keep coming and she wants to bury herself in her seat or go out and slam her frustrations out on a hockey rink but instead she looks up at Romana with her wide-eyed stare. She's acutely aware of how young she is when she talks to the Europeans. They look at her with centuries she hasn't really had, even if you count the years she barely remembers since she became a colony.
But Romana says yes. And Canada gets to eat ice cream with a pretty woman and listen to her talk about fashions Canada just can't get into and a game Canada doesn't play and her million Italian soap operas.
She makes a little mental list in her head and the next time they speak, Canada mentions the latest twists and what designers are new and even if Canada can't bring herself to care about football even a little, she can at least pretend to like it when Romana mentions the latest match.
Her smiles are brighter and her eyes sparkle when they talk and even if she never gets to kiss or touch Romana more than a casual brush of hands, it's enough.
And sometimes she loses a clip on purpose and Romana pulls her hair back and pins the bangs to the side. Romana braids her hair with the ribbon threaded in and tied in a bow at the end. It's pretty surely, but it's favorite hairstyle for reasons completely different than that.
She really missed keeping her hair in braids sometimes. It had been easier when she was younger and England had deemed it easier than brushing out the myriad tangles she and America tended to have. She did like this pigtails though. Cute and easy to pull back in the morning. The clips kept her hair out of her face so she wouldn't have to brush it back.
Or at least they would if she had them, which she didn't.
It was the 34th time that she brushes the hair back with a low little growl that she saw Romana watching her. It was strange to think that such a little movement would gain her attention but Romana was walking over now.
A hand brushes back her hair and Canada is just too startled to move when her beret is gently placed on the table and her pigtails undone. Then her brain catches up and she has a moment to wonder what Romana is doing?
And since when does Romana even speak to her, let alone mess with her hair. But it's comforting and she always did love having her hair done. She had sat still for America for hours, letting her braid her long locks in tiny miniscule braids that left her hair wavy for days.
"W-What are you doing?"
Romana's hands sweep back her hair into a ponytail, tying it securely and then she moves back out of sight to twist and braid and Canada is left with bangs in her eyes. Again. An irritable sigh falls from her lips and shes pushes them back to either side.
"It was going to bother me all meeting, seeing you there with your hair in your face. You lost your clip didn't you. Tch, it was America, I know. At least her hair can be pushed behind her ears, yours just falls out, mn? Ah much better."
Canada still can't see from behind this fringe of hair, which true to Romana's testament, fell right back from behind her ears. How is this any better she wonders, but then Romana gently sweeps the bangs to one side and uses that single clip to pin them in place. Then her beret goes snugly back on her head and she can see.
"There you go, piccolina. Good as new."
Romana's touch is gentle and kind. She wants to call it mothering but that makes her feel strange about the flush in her cheeks.
"A-Ah Romana!" Canada's hand reaches out and clutches the pretty designer jacket Romana must have picked up for the new season and grasps at straws for something to say. Hockey is out, she doesn't watch football. Shoot. They don't have much in common--not that she knows much about the nation beyond the basics.
"Si Canada?" Romana looks a little curious but Canada still doesn't know what to say. So blurting things out seemed like the way to go.
"Would you like to go get coffee sometime or gelato or something?" Oh god the stereotypes just keep coming and she wants to bury herself in her seat or go out and slam her frustrations out on a hockey rink but instead she looks up at Romana with her wide-eyed stare. She's acutely aware of how young she is when she talks to the Europeans. They look at her with centuries she hasn't really had, even if you count the years she barely remembers since she became a colony.
But Romana says yes. And Canada gets to eat ice cream with a pretty woman and listen to her talk about fashions Canada just can't get into and a game Canada doesn't play and her million Italian soap operas.
She makes a little mental list in her head and the next time they speak, Canada mentions the latest twists and what designers are new and even if Canada can't bring herself to care about football even a little, she can at least pretend to like it when Romana mentions the latest match.
Her smiles are brighter and her eyes sparkle when they talk and even if she never gets to kiss or touch Romana more than a casual brush of hands, it's enough.
And sometimes she loses a clip on purpose and Romana pulls her hair back and pins the bangs to the side. Romana braids her hair with the ribbon threaded in and tied in a bow at the end. It's pretty surely, but it's favorite hairstyle for reasons completely different than that.