#poor cana

[godneinharticht]

Cana, your about to get wrecked so hard

[kacchanbiased]

hetalia's (the anime) non-chronological order of storytelling has this weird affect of making it seem like Canada joined WW2 efforts later than America when the opposite is true lawl

[dragonshost]

Could you do an Erza X Cana one-shot? Maybe when they first meet as kids or Cana flirting on a mission with Erza when they're older.

Not quite what you asked for, sorry!  But this popped into my head and I just had to write it!

“Oh, Cana!  You’re back from your job with Erza early!” Mirajane chirped happily, wandering over to the brunette.

Cana winced at Mirajane’s greeting, which wasn’t out of the usual.  However, what was out of of place, was the limp in her step along with the rubbing of what could only be sore muscles.

“Miiiiraaaa,” Cana whined, slumping against the nearest available table to the bar.  “I need some booooze.”

Mirajane brought over a tankard, which the brunette promptly downed.  “I’m gonna need a lot more than that, Mira.”

Instead of bringing the alcohol, Mirajane sat down at the table.  “So was Operation Seduce The Redhead a success... or a failure?”

Cana’s head shot up from the table and she stared for a long minute at Mirajane.  “How did you hear about that?” she asked.

“Macao and Wakaba.”

“I should’ve known the old drunks couldn’t keep their mouths shut,” Cana grumbled.

“So?”

“Failure.”  Cana sighed heavily.  “She’s just so... oblivious.  Nothing I tried worked!”  She paused.  “Except for snuggling.  She likes to cuddle.”

“Well that’s good!” Mirajane giggled.

“No, no it’s not.  She sleeps in full armor, Mira!  Full.  Armor.”

That would definitely explain the limp and apparent muscle aches.   “Would you like me to get some ice?  ...Or Gray?”

“BOTH PLEASE.”

[cardxqueen-archived-blog]

siegrainfernandes

Send “Mating Season” to catch my muse in a lustful state.

Cana was uncomfortable, and try as she might she couldn’t seem to get any sort of relief.  Legs were crossed and uncrossed as she sat at the table, trying to get a grip on herself, on whatever it had that caused her to feel like this.  

The rustling around in the kitchen brought Cana’s attention to her intruder.  Siegrain.  Of course it had to be the one person she would never let herself ask to tend to this ache inside of her.  Instead of a greeting, Cana let her head drop to the table, letting out a soft groan.

[missgenoard]

Wait wait WAIT

GILDARTS IS CANA'S FATHER?

Wow I feel bad for Cana. Gildarts is a jackass.