Sick Days and Awkward Questions. Canada x Reader

        “Here you go. I thought you looked kind of cold.” Terribly flustered and even a bit worried, Canada covered you from head to toe in your warmest blanket. With a slight frown on his concerned face, he placed the back of his hand against your worm cheek. “You still have a temperature too. Maybe we should take you to the doctor, just in case.”

With a weak shake of your head, you answered him in a quiet, raspy voice. “I don't need to go to the doctor. A few days of lying here, doing nothing but watching TV and I should be just fine.”

Canada wasn't convinced that you were okay, but he wasn't about to force you to go to the doctor. Not yet anyway. “If you say so. I'd feel better if you went anyway though.” Slowly shifting from side to side, Canada nervously rubbed his hands together and furrowed his brows. “Are you sure you don't want me to get you anything at all? I could make you some soup or something if you wanted.”

“I'm just fine Canada, thank you though.” You didn't want to be rude to him, but as long as he was fusing over you like this, there was no way you were going to get any rest. “You don't have to wait on me, hand and foot either. It's just a little cold you know.” Snuggling yourself farther under the blanket, you sent him a sure smile. “Everyone gets them from time to time, nothing to fret over.”

“I know, but if there's anything I can do to make you feel better, I want to do it.” Before you could once again turn down his offer, Canada turned around and hurried towards the kitchen. “I'm going to go make you some tea anyway. I'll be right back.”

As soon as he was out of the room and everything was finally quiet, you could feel your lids grow heavy. A second later or two later, your eyes were shut and your breathing began to slow. The last thing you remembered hearing before you dozed off completely, was the sound of the teaspoon hitting the floor. You fell into a sleep so deep, that even the high pitched, screeching whistle of the tea kettle didn't wake you up.

What finally woke you up, was the sound of America and Canada, quietly bickering a few feet away from you. You didn't know what they were arguing about, but you couldn't very well sleep with them there. Groggy from your nap, you reluctantly opened your eyes and glanced at the clock. What had only felt like a few minutes of sleep to you, had actually been a few hours. Though you were a little annoyed with America for waking you up, you were feeling a great deal better than you were before. Forcing yourself to a seated position, you took the now cold tea off of the table, swallowed it down, then turned your attention to the argument. “What's going on?”

The sound of your voice stopped America's rambling in an instant. “Oh hey, you're finally awake.” Grinning excitedly for some reason, he stepped over to where you were resting and took a seat on your coffee table. “We were just talking about you.”

“A-America please, let her sleep.” Tightly closing his eyes, Canada did his best to tug America away from you, but he wouldn't budge. “I told you you were going to wake her up.”

“She can go back to sleep in a minute man, I've got to ask her something and it's seriously important.” America easily shooed Canada away and focused on you. “Are you awake enough?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Trying to relieve the scratchy feeling in the back of your throat, you took another sip of tea. “Ask me what?”

“Are you guys sure it's just a cold, and not something else?” He leaned in close to you and raised a brow. “You and Canada have been married and living together for a while now, you know. So, this cold could be something that's not a cold right? It could be something else entirely.” America leaned back, looking at you with a smug expression. “You know what I'm talking about, right man?”

“I know what you're saying, but you're wrong. It's just a cold America, I'm positive.” Even thought he hadn't outright said it, you knew full well what he was talking about and the very suggestion was enough to make you blush. “Besides, I really don't think I'm ready for something like that yet.”

“What? Are you serious?” Obviously disappointed by your answer, America frowned. “Come on you two. You swam with sharks before, I'm totally sure that the two of you can handle being parents. Not to mention the fact that almost nothing at all scares you. I figured Canada would totally freak out over this sort of thing, but not you.”

America's raised voice was starting to bring back your headache. “Why do you even care?”

Jumping from the table, America spun away from you and threw his hands in the air. “Because, I want to be an Uncle already, that's why. I thought by now you and Canada would already have a ton of kids, all drinking maple syrup from their sippy cups, but no.” He sighed. “Not a single one.”

“A-America please, that's really enough.” Canada's face was so red, you actually worried that he might pass out. Despite his flustered appearance, he once again attempted to shove America out of the front door. He, like you, had dealt with him as much as he could handle. “I-I think you've stayed long enough. Maybe you could leave now, please.”

“Fine dude, but I'm seriously not going to let this subject die. One of these days I'm going to be an Uncle.” After swinging open your front door, America glanced back at you one final time, then walked out and firmly shut the door behind him.

The second he was gone, you and Canada breathed a sigh of relief in unison. “Well, that was weird. I wonder what got into him.”

“O-oh, that's nothing new.” Taking a seat next to you, Canada forced a tired smile on his face. “He's been bugging me about that since before I even proposed to you.” Blushing due to the awkward nature of the subject, he kept his eyes focused on his lap as he pulled and twisted at his fingers. “I guess America really likes kids or something. S-still, he shouldn't be pushy like that.”

Even sick, groggy and sleepy, you could tell there was something Canada wasn't telling you. “You've got one of those looks Canada. What's going on?” Not even attempting to speak, he just shook his head. “Come on, Canada, keeping secrets from me is bad. Whatever it is you're wanting to say right now, you should probably tell me.

“Yeah, I guess you're right.” After taking a deep breath in, he quickly, and awkwardly asked you what he'd been holding back. “D-do you even, w-want kids?”

“I don't know. We never really talked about it, so I never really gave it much thought.” You would have asked him the same question, but you already knew the answer. The slightly excited, and very embarrassed way he was looking at you made it obvious.

“D-don't think about it if you don't want to. It's not important or anything. I especially don't want you to think about it when you're sick. I shouldn't have even brought it up, now you're going to be thinking when you should be sleeping.” Suddenly fretting over your health, yet again, Canada helped you back to a lounging position and tucked you in. “I just want you to be happy, and not sick.”

“I don't think I can possibly sleep anymore right now. I'm actually feeling a lot better, and it's not going to hurt me any to think about it.” Sitting back up, you wrapped your arms around him and snuggled your face against his chest. “Besides, I think this is the first time you've ever been so eager to do something new. Normally I'm the one dragging you along, making you try new things. This is a really nice change of pace.” Needing desperately to move your stiff body, you stood from the couch and stretched. “I'm not promising anything, but I will think about it, at least a little bit.”

Embarrassed, but obviously excited by your answer, Canada stood to his feet and nodded. “O-okay, but promise me you'll only do what's going to make you happy.” He slid his arms around you and gave you  a single, tight squeeze. “I don't think I've said it yet today, so I'll go ahead and say it now.” Holding your face in his hands, Canada gently kissed the tip of your nose. “I love you.”

“I think you've probably said it about a half dozen times today actually, but I certainly don't mind hearing it again.” Unable to hide how much you adored hearing him say those words, you snuggled yourself into his arms and smiled. “I love you too Canada.”

Stumbling back into the room, but from the opposite side of the house this time, America threw his arm around Canada's shoulders and started to laugh. “Yeah man. That's what I'm talking about. I knew you two just needed a little shove in the right direction.” He smirked mischievously. “Now all I have to do is wait, and I've been doing that forever already.”

“You're kind of a creep America. I don't know if I'd even let my kids hang around you to begin with.” Dropping your head to Canada's chest, you let out an embarrassed sigh. “How did you get back into my house anyway? We locked the door right after you left.”

Not at all concerned by your threats, America only chuckled. “I came in through the back door. You guys seriously never lock that thing.”