Contains many pairings. To be installed in two parts.
It was a simple enough card; a white piece of paper with some cute drawings and a short message, but Hong Kong was proud of it. If nothing else, it would at least help him convey his feelings for Iceland. It wasn't too corny, and it wasn't too frank. It was, all in all, a good card.
Up until now, Hong Kong had never given Valentine's day a second thought. He was never a fan of it, mostly because it tended to remind him just how single he was. He had never given a damn about it... until he met Iceland.
Iceland was, in Hong Kong's opinion, the sweetest, most intelligent, adorable, overall amazing person in the universe. Until he had met Iceland, Hong Kong didn't think much of love or affection or of doing things for others.
It wasn't love at first sight, per se. Hong Kong had merely looked at Iceland and thought "he looks like he'd be fun to bother." and it grew from there. Never had he imagined that he would grow to care so much for the stubborn little Icelandic boy.
After finishing the card, Hong Kong set it aside and went to get a snack. Unfortunately, he forgot to lock his door behind him. Naturally, Korea saw this as a golden opportunity. With ninja-like stealth that he had borrowed from Japan, the Korean boy sneaked into Hong Kong's room and snatched up the most embarrassing thing he could find, which was the card.
It was lucky that Hong Kong hadn't yet written any names on the card yet, so Korea was left guessing about who it was for or from.
"Does Hong Kong have a secret admirer? Is he a secret admirer?" Korea asked in a mysterious voice. Chuckling, he tucked the card into his pocket. "The world may never know!"
"Aniki! I have something for you!" a bouncy Asian nation announced. China looked up from the small pile of paperwork on his desk. Proudly, Yong Soo shoved the card into China's arms, made a funny bow and skipped off.
China didn't even glance at the card, knowing it would probably contain something lewd. He dropped it into the trash can without a second thought, unaware of a brokenhearted Yong Soo watching him from the doorway.
"It was good of you to come over, however much I detest admitting it ~ahen." China said to Britain, who had come over to assist with some paperwork that affected them both.
"Not a problem." Britain said, feigning politeness.
"I'm heating up some water in the kitchen for tea ~ahen."
"Thanks."
"I didn't mean for you, Opium."
Britain rolled his eyes. China could be so infuriating! He was so stubborn and stuck-up and proud and- a lot like Britain, actually.
As the elder nation signed the last few papers, something caught Britain's eye.
It was a pretty little white card sitting in the wastebasket.
Decorated with a red marker, it was obviously inked with a skilled hand. Making sure that China wasn't looking, Britain reached over and picked it up.
It was quite a sweet card, actually. The Brit had to wonder why China had thrown such a thing out. Then an unexplainable wave of jealousy fell over him when he realized that China might have meant to give it to someone, but then chickened out. But wait, what if it had been for Britain? The blond felt his cheeks go red at the thought. Why did that appeal so much to him? It wasn't for him, anyway. If it was, China would have done a better job of hiding it.
Why should I care? Britain thought bitterly. Still, he slipped the card into his back pocket.
"So, Britain... ze next world meeting falls on Valentine's day... and I assume that you are spending it alone again, no?"
Britain flushed with anger.
"What makes you think I can't get a date?" he demanded angrily.
"Well," France said thoughtfully, "you are stubborn and arrogant and rude and the stick up your arse must have a stick up its arse and those eyebrows really don't do much for your appearance and-"
"Alright, I get it!" Britain grumbled. "But I'll show you! By the time the meeting rolls around, I will have a date, just so I can say 'I told you so!'"
France shook his head.
"It would be rude of you to ask someone out just to spite me, Angleterre!" the Frenchman said. "Unless you ask China, since I suspect that he'd do the same."
"Wh- what are you implying?"
France laughed as the shorter blond yelled at him. This was too much fun. Then something caught his eye as Britain turned his back to France, arms crossed. It was a white piece of paper in his pocket... a tantalizingly card-shaped piece of paper, with red markings.
Swiftly, France grabbed it and slipped it into his own pocket. Britain jumped and whipped around, glaring daggers at France.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
"Dude, you really had the nerve to take this out of his back pocket?" America asked in astonishment. "How hard did he kill you?"
France laughed.
"You overestimate his abilities, mon ami."
"So... who do you think it's for? Or from..."
"Since I know he was at China's house earlier, I assume it was from him." France replied with an elegant shrug. "They've been spending an awful lot of time together, you know."
"They have?" America asked glumly. "Damn... I never would have thought..."
"You had your chance a long time ago, Amerique." France said sympathetically. "He's moved on now, and so should you."
"Yeah..."
"You may have the card, though. It's pretty much blank, so you could give it to whomever."
"Thanks, bro."
"America, what's this?"
"A heartbreaking piece of paper. Want it?"
Canada examined the card. It seemed quite cute. Why did America not like it?
"Sure."
"No problem, bro. Hey, you aren't gonna give it to that albino asshole, are ya?" America asked.
"Who I give cards to is none of your business, America."
It was weird to find such a thing in Prussia's room -or, as it was otherwise known as, "the basement"- and Germany had to take a moment to stare at it before picking the card up. There were no names on the thing, so Germany assumed that it was a blank store-bought card that his brother intended to write something rude on.
However, it was a nice card, so Germany pocketed it.
"It's so pretty, Japan!" Hungary exclaimed. "Where did you find it?"
"In Italy-san's room, when I was cleaning." Japan replied. "The art isn't in his usual style, and it doesn't have any names written on it, so I assumed that it was safe to take."
"Yeah, it was probably in a pack of store-bought cards." she agreed. "Can I have it? I'd love to give it to Austria!"
"Germany!" Italy cried, throwing open the door to Germany's office. "I can't find that pretty card you gave me! What could have happened to it? I swear I didn't mean to lose it! I'm sorry, Germany! And it was such a sweet card, too! Why do I keep-a losing things?"
This would have kept going on if Germany hadn't gotten up and put his hand on Italy's shoulder.
"It's alright, Italy. It was just a card."
"Si, but it was from you! And I bet you still have the card I gave you, because you're super organized and you don't know what it's like, losing things that are important all the time!"
The blond could see that Italy was genuinely upset, and drastic measures would have to be taken.
"Feliciano," said Germany, and the brunet knew that this was time to listen, as his human name had been used, "it was just a piece of paper. I still love you, and paper can't change that."
Italy stared up at him, and then a wide smile spread across the amber-eyed nation's face.
"Aw, you're so sweet, Ludwig!"
"I don't mean to be."
"And that's what makes it cute!"
Germany averted his eyes, trying his best not to blush. Italy laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
