Happy Valentine's Day, Ey.
The Canadian suppressed a yawn as he checked his watch and fumbled with the delicate roses in his hand. Slowly, he advanced to the door, his sweaty hands almost breaking the stems in nervous shaking.
Finally, it reached midnight.
He knocked on the door, gulping and making sure that he was presentable.
After what seemed to be hours, the door swung open to reveal a disheveled Philippines, her hair sticking up in all the wrong places and her eyes squinting to get adjusted to the light.
"Canada…what are you doing, it's midnight-"
In a rush, Canada threw himself at the tired country, pressing his lips awkwardly to hers like a nervous wreck.
He froze, and quickly pulled himself back. Before Philippines could say anything, he pushed the roses into her open arms.
"H-Happy Valentine's Day!"
Author's Note:
Holy crap, that was SHORT.
But yeah, that's just the first one shot. The second one? ^_^ You'll have to wait and see~