((Wilbur: America
William: Canada))

Here they were. Alone. He could do it. He could kiss the motherfucker.
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Wilbur was looking around curiously, taking in the surroundings. His brother had told him to come outside during the break of the world meeting. It had been a while since he'd been in Canada-- the country! He blushed darkly, as his brain teased him with thoughts of a reverse of what he just thought. And meanwhile...
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All William had wanted was to look over. But noooo his stupid, cute brother just had to be blushing. God. Why was it that every thing he did turned Canada's face red?! God, if he couldn't look at him, how the he'll would he kiss him?!

He tried to look over again, and found Wilbur staring at him with those wide, stupid, adorable green eyes, and a curious look on his face. What the hell could he do?

"William? Are you listening to me?" Wilbur asked.

"No, I'm not."And he grabbed his dumb brother by the waist, and missed him hard.

And then, he turned his back to Wilbur, who was blushing darkly, eyes even wider than usual with shock, and hand to mouth. Wilbur smiled sweetly, about to say something, but William stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

And proceeded to die of embarrassment and overheating.