A/N: This is my first drabble and I know it isn't great but oh well. R&R please!
Canada stood outside of his papa's door in the morning light, the sky making a beautiful color palatte that his papa adored. He wasn't sure if his gift was perfect or not, but he knew the Frenchman wouldn't care. Canada layed the small but meaningful gift on the welcome mat and then slipped into the shadows, smiling to himself.
France sipped his coffee and watched the sunrise, nostalgiac thoughts taking over his head. He wasn't exactly sure what to do but all he knew was that he needed to see someone. Mathieu. That name popped up in his head as memories with his son started to enter his mind. He hasn't seen Canada in a while. He started to get dressed until he heard a knock at his door. As he opened his door, he had found that the only thing at his door was a card. As his eyes skimmed through card, he gave a small smile to himself
I just wanted to say that I miss and love you papa
Love,
Canada
