(Song-dead flowers by ke$ha. It's not Nova Scotian in anyway or even canadian but it's a beautiful song and I thought I'd add it Cuz I'm running out)

Nova Scotia woke up to find his head resting on a pillow of New York's bare chest.
He yawned and stretched himself out sorely.
"Morning." New York's face was decorated with a sleepy smile. Nova kissed it quickly.
"I can make breakfast." He offered, breaking the kiss with his northern boyfriend.
"What did you have in mind?"
"Bagels."
"Bagels?"
"I love bagels."
Nova laughed at this. "G'head then."
New York smiles and quickly pulled himself out of bed, slipping into a random pair of pants.
A few minutes later Nova emerged into the kitchen, already showered and dressed.
He wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's waist, causing him to him in surprise.
"Almost done?" He asked into New York's back.
The state nodded, picking up the two plates of bagels he had in front of him.
"Now, if you just let me move...." He smirked.
"Never!" Nova giggled and let go anyway.
"Listen, Nova..." New York said once the two settled down. "I'll have to consult my government on our relationship."
"What if they say no?" Nova asked, his eyes showing worry.
"Then...I don't know...I'll improvise. I've learned a lot from my days on Broadway."
"Alright, New York. I trust us to be together." Nova nodded.

Heyo. I got my papers sorted. What a relief. There a two long chapters left yay. But I'm not putting them out for a while due to the other fanfic I have going. It's not like it matters anyway. Nobody's reading this anyway.
Bye nobody.

Next time on WHHT:
Kitchen parties man, and some Onbec abstract.