Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, Himaruya does.~

/ Warnings: BL/shounen-ai.


Chapter Title: International Free Hug Day!

From out of nowhere, America popped up right beside Spain and tossed an arm around the other's shoulders, wearing one of the most luminescent grins. He patted the center of the Spaniard's chest, sticking a name-tag kind of sticker to his shirt. "It's International Free Hug Day! Celebrate with me, or Poland said he'd make Warsaw your capital, dude," the boisterous American sneered and drew Spain into a bear hug, inadvertently cracking the other's back.

"Oh, okay! Sounds like fun! Thanks America!" Spain piped up as America released him.

The blonde nodded and flashed a peace sign before he scurried away, off into a nearby crowd of country personifications, no doubt to spread the word and steal some hugs. Spain spared a glance down at his chest, reading the upside-down words written in bold black scrawl—he could still smell the pungent scent of permanent marker that America had used—"FREE HUGS HERE!"

Smiling to himself, he spun on his heel about-face and began to walk… but halted in his tracks with the first few steps he took.

Canada stood directly in front of him—Spain had ended up walking smack into the meek nation for the second time that week. "Oh, sorry Canada! Didn't see you there!" he apologized. "It's International Free Hug Day! Isn't that awesome?"

Spain couldn't help to chuckle as Canada looked up at him, indigo eyes growing wide behind silver frames. "Oh, is it? That's pretty neat."

"Want a hug?"

The Canadian knew that there was no refusing Spain once he had opened his arms: he looked just like a little kid, standing there with his arms spread wide, as if he were giving the entire world a hug (which is not an easy feat, just ask the Spaniard himself). He nodded quick and took a step closer before Spain's arms wrapped around him, drawing him closer to anyone than he had ever been.

It was a real hug, one of those where the feeling behind the gesture seeped into the two nations, though it lasted only a few moments. Canada took the liberty to rest his chin on Spain's shoulder before reciprocating the embrace, locking his arms around the other's toned midsection.

And it was over just like that: they broke away almost at the same time, arms returning to their sides. A faint blush dusted Canada's cheeks but he looked away, hoping that Spain wouldn't see. Luckily for Canada, Spain, ever oblivious, just flashed the North American a smile and patted his head before noticing Romano leaning against the wall some feet away and breaking away from the blonde nation, once again forgetting that Canada existed like everyone else did.