Hey, everyone! This little story is a hodge-podge of Canada-centric pairings and why I ship them.

WAIT.

Before you go all: "CANADA CAN'T BE PAIRED WITH SO-AND-SO BECAUSE OF BLAH-AND-BLAH!"

Let me tell you this, any pairing is possible. You could pair Romano with Finland and they would have some kind of history together! But, uh, I cannot find anything right now...hehe...So, till I get another idea for my ongoing Crossover story, deal with all of my Canadian/American/Puerto Rican/European antics! Here we go~!

(And also, pay heed, most of these WILL be drabbles. Also, if you have any Canada-centric pairings that I haven't written about yet, I'll 'evaluate' them, and see if I like them or not.)

Ship: Canada x Romano/South Italy

Why: Both are overshadowed by their younger brothers, they are both unnoticed, France and Spain are friends, they could have had play-dates!

History: WWI and WWII. Canada and Italy have fantastic relations currently.

Warnings: Crack. At the end, at least. Sorry if either one of them are OOC.

Romano glared at Spain. "You really think I'm going to accept that? YOU CHEATING TOMATO B*STARD!" He yelled in anger. Spain, who had made a mistake, tried to apologize.

"I really am sorry Lovi-"

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO CALL ME THAT! LEAVE ME ALONE!", Romano purposely slammed his boot-clad foot onto Spain's socked foot, before stomping out of his ex-lover's home.

"I really...am not sorry, Romano." Spain muttered and rolled his eyes. He never really cared for the elder Italian like that, maybe more of a platonic or friendship way.

Lovino strode down the barren street, practically emitting frustation and saddness into the surrounding area.

"That d*mn tomato b*stard, always being f*cking annoying and cheating on me, that son of a-C-CHIGI!" Romano halted in his quiet ranting to bump into a chest.

Of a man.

Romano's tan hands were pressed against the mystery man's body. He quickly slid them up and down. He felt the muscles rippling underneath his touch.

A well-built man.

Romano took a quick peek up at the man's face. Wavy, dark blonde hair, a long, quirky curl jutting out the side. Surprised lilac eyes shielded by a pair of round glasses looking into Lovino's depressed hazel.

A well-built, cute/hot man.

Lovino's face blossomed into a bright red, and pushed himself away from the man.

"W-watch where you're going, you b*stard!"

"I'm so sorry, e-excuse me!" The two simultaneously yelled/whispered.

"Yeah, you better be sorry! I have somewhere important to be! Not here, running into random bello men like you!" Romano's face was now reaching a high level on the tomato scale.

The blonde man, who now had a pale blush on his cheeks, stuttered,"For one, I am really, really, sorry. Two, I speak some Italian..so..t-thanks..or grazie.."

Lovino dramatically threw his hands up into the air in frustration. "CHIGI! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME!?" He countered.

"I'm s-sorry! I wasn't a-aware that I had to- wait...aren't you South Italy?" The man had stopped apologizing, and tilted his head cutely.

Well, in our resident Italian's point of view, it was cute.

Lovino dropped his hands to his sides. "S-south Italy? W-who said I was Romano? OH, THE WEATHER MAN JUST PREDICTED A 99% CHANCE OF A SH*T STORM-" He began and was holding up a tomato, before being cut off by a laughing Canadian.

"I-i'm Canada..." Canada somehow managed to say, before falling into another round of laughing. He held his arms around his mid-section, and leaned forward slightly, seemingly out of breath.

Romano continued to glare at Canada (honestly, it was amazing how Romano hadn't run away by now) and waited 'patiently' for him to finish. Canada quickly calmed down, and stood up straight.

"E-eh..sorry about that. I j-just found your remark f-funny.." The blonde shrugged, but on the inside he was still laughing. Romano shook his head and sighed,"It's fine. But I'm still f*cking mad at you, maple b*stard."

Canada gave a heart-warming smile. "So, how are you doing?" He happily asked.

Romano groaned and almost began to cry again."Tomato b*stard cheated on me, again! And this time it was the last straw, he cheated on me with..." Lovino sniffed.

"With who?" Canada stepped closer to the whimpering Italian.

"Fratello."

'Eh, of course. I bet he's having those 'I'm not as good as him' thoughts. Now, how to make a tsundere Italian how only likes his own cuisine...pancakes! Homemade ones, of course.' Matthew thought.

"Romano, how about you come to my home, and I can make you some pancakes!" Lovino gave a withering glare at the hopeful Canadian.

"Sure, why not. But I'm not going to suddenly spurt out all of my emotions and back-stories like in those chick flicks!"

Matthew snickered. "Of course not."

In the end, Romano did end up crying on Canada's shoulder, and vice-versa. Turns out they both had problems. They ended up dating a few months after beating up Spain.

Spain, Italy, and Romano never looked at Canada the same way, thanks to the hockey stick.

Both hockey sticks. Ohonhon~