With a cringe, Canada immediately checks to see if anyone heard his brother nation's remark. Nope. Doesn't look like it. He hunches his shoulders and gestures to 'lower to volume down, eh?' anyway.
"Al, please, not too loud," Canada insists with a hushed whisper, though the small quirk of his eyebrow and the slant of his mouth betrays his attempt of a reprimand just a bit. "Those dames have ears, you know."
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"Al, please, not too loud," Canada insists with a hushed whisper, though the small quirk of his eyebrow and the slant of his mouth betrays his attempt of a reprimand just a bit. "Those dames have ears, you know."
Dames. What an archaic word.
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Then shoots America a deadpan stare.
"Fine. Let's go."
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"So, you settling in all right?"