(Name) rubbed her eyes to keep her from falling asleep again. She had a lot of paperwork that she had to finish before tomorrow and she hadn't even finished half of it. Her boss would be so mad at her if he had ever found out. She usually was prompt with it. The reason for her sudden procrastination was a little nation that was also known as Canada. Now, don't get me wrong, for he was a very sweet and adorable little country and causing (Name)'s boss to get mad at her would be the last thing he would ever want. You see, (Name) had saved Canada from a certain English nation that wanted control over him. He already had America, but his hunger for power made him want Canada too. Fortunately, (Name) had come in the right time and had saved little Canada from being taken over by him. After all, it was all she could do to repay France, her ally, from helping her economy when it hit an all-time low. He had been nice (sometimes, a little too nice) and had given her some money. She repaid it back, of course, but she still felt like that repaying him wasn't enough. So, when she had taken in Canada, she felt like her debt was paid and Canada was in safe hands. Killing two birds with one stone really applies here, huh?
So, back to our story. While (Name) was struggling with her paperwork, little Canada was having trouble getting used to his new home. That also meant that he was having trouble sleeping in the unfamiliar surroundings. So, very quietly, he tiptoed downstairs to the study, where (Name) or as he referred to her, Miss (Name) was working. Seeing as her house made a lot of noise, the floorboards creaked and gave him away. (Name) caught this noise with her sensitive hearing and walked to the door of the study where she saw little Canada whimpering. Her heart melted at the sight and she picked him up and asked, "Now, what is little Mr. Canada doing up so late?" with the most childish voice she could muster. He giggled a bit and replied, "I couldn't sleep, Miss " with his ever so soft and sweet voice. (Name) chuckled and said, "Now, how many times have I told you to just call me (Name)? Now, anyways, do you want me to tell you a story?" Canada nodded while rubbing his eyes cutely, causing (Name) to almost lose her composure at the sight. Then, she carried him back to his room and lied him down on the bed.
"So, what story would little Mr. Canada like?" (Name) inquired. He whispered, "I want one about you, Miss." (Name) smiled at this. Had he come to like her that much? (Name) sighed and said, "All right, do you want me to tell you about how your big brother France and I became allies?" Canada immediately brightened upon hearing France's name and then nodded vigorously while saying, "Yes, please!" (Name) chuckled and said, "All right, well, when it was 1505 "
" and after that, France and I became very good allies. The end." (Name) said finally. She hadn't expected her story to go on for such a long time. Canada had well fallen asleep now. (Name) sighed a bit and started to get up to finish the rest of her paperwork when she was stopped by a little hand. She turned to see Canada holding on to her pinky. 'He must've done this when I was story telling.' (Name) thought to herself. (Name) reached out to remove her hand from his, when suddenly, his grip tightened and he started to whimper in his sleep. It was as if he knew that (Name) was getting up and going to leave. (Name) sighed a bit and smiled. 'Even in his sleep, he cares so much for me, ' She thought. Ever so quietly, she lied down beside him and put one arm around him. She gave him a gentle kiss on his forehead and started to drift off slowly, with a smile on her face. 'This little boy I'm glad I took him in because without him, I don't know what I'd do. I've become so fond of him.' was (Name)'s last thought before sleep took her in its clutches.