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Part 3 It was sunset when Canada reached his home. Once at the front door, he dug in his jacket pocket for the key, but was unable to find it. “Looking for something?” At first, Canada could only see the key dangling in midair, winking at him in the orange glow of the sunlight, and gradually America faded in. “Can I have those back please?” Canada asked politely, relieved he hadn’t left them somewhere. America grinned. “You’re gonna have to take them from me!” “America!” Canada whined and tried to swipe them away. But America disappeared and so did the keys. He reappeared promp

Part 2 When England emerged from putting Canada in bed, France was waiting with a dry pair of clothes next to him as he reached for something in the cupboard and placed it on the counter. “Put these on,” France said plainly, throwing a tee-shirt and sweat-pants at England. Both nations were still quite damp from the rain. England easily caught the clothing, bewildered at France’s friendliness. He felt like he should be suspicious, but something told him he could trust his sworn enemy for the time being. Besides, his head was pounding as the effects of the liquor wore off, and he really didn’t feel like thinking. Then