a/n: Okay, so this is the one-shot you guys voted for. The winner is ReaderxCountry! Since you guys didn't give me a specific country, I'll just have to take requests from you, the readers. I'm a fan of Canada so I'll make one for him first, you guys type in your choice in a review. Happy New Year, by the way!

Canada

You were sitting in one of Paris's most elegant restaurants. You were set up on a blind date by some of your fellow countries. You arrived early and are now waiting for your date. You look around to examine the place.

The whole area was dimly lighted. There were chandeliers above certain tables and every table had a couple in them. Your table was separated from the rest behind a glass wall that was also a small waterfall. The walls had gorgeous designs on them with elegant paintings hung here and there. All in all, it was a romantic setting.

Still gazing around, you didn't hear the light scrape of wood on rug in front of you. It wasn't until you heard a light cough did you turn around.

In front of you, was none other than America?

"Alfred? You're my blind date?"

"I-I'm not Alfred! I'm his brother, Matthew."

Upon closer inspection, you see that he had longer, more flowing hair than the American. Instead of blue eyes, his were deep lavender. And hid hair curl was longer and curlier.

You think for a second, trying to remember which country he was.

"You're…Canada, am I right?" He looked genuinely surprised.

"You…you remember who I am?"

You nod slightly.

"You're the guy Ivan always sits on at the meetings right?"

He seemed to deflate on this.

"Erhem"

You turn again to see France in a waiter's uniform with a notebook in hand.

"May I take your order?"

After ordering, you took your time to get to know each other. Even after the food was delivered, you guys still talked, while eating of course.

At the end, you guys walked in the illuminated streets of Paris. From the corner of your eyes, you could see him attempting to hold your hand.

Deciding not to wait, you grab his hand instead.

He blushed at the sudden contact.

You spent the rest of the night walking around, holding hands.

In front of your house, you look at him for a moment and peck his cheek.

"Thanks a lot Matthew. I'd like do this again sometime."

Giving him a piece of paper with your number, you actually kiss him on the lips this time. Shocked by your own actions, you quickly go inside your house and just stand there. Touching you lips, you think;

'I definitely won't mistake him for Alfred ever again.'

a/n:…..well this sucked. I'm sorry for not posting this sooner. I feel very ashamed. Well, I'm sorry again for this piece of crap. I'm not used to writing these kind of stuff…..until next time?