Canada huffed as he blew his bangs out of his face. Tomorrow was Valentine's Day. He was nowhere near excited for it. Every year was always the same. He'd hear of America's time with England and vice versa, France's time with whomever he chose for that year, and then he'd sit at home with his precious polar bear named…oh. What was his name? Kuma…tata? Yeah, that's it. Kumatata.

Anyway, back to the point. It was never a happy day for him. It was one of the days he felt most bitter about. He liked to stay cooped up in his house watching horror films until the break of dawn with a huge bowl of popcorn, a tub of chocolate mint ice-cream, and maybe even a pizza. If he didn't have anyone to spend the day with, then by all means, he'd have fun on his own like always! At least, that's what he had always convinced himself to believe.

Canada jumped as his phone broke through the silence of his house. He glanced at the caller ID. France. What did he want?

"Bonjour, Papa."

"Ah, mon petite Canada! How are you?" France tried to sound calm and suave, like usual, but there was a certain edge to his voice. It sounded…anxious, maybe?

"I'm fine. Do you need something?"

"Ah, oui…um…let's see, how do I ask this?"

"Yes…?"

"Uhm…do you know how I should ask Vash to spend the evening with me?"

Canada blanched, quickly coughing into his hand to cover it up. Switzerland? France is actually going to try to spend the evening with him? He's going to get himself shot!

"W-well, I…am not really sure. I don't talk to him much."

"Ah…I see…"

"But, whatever you do, please don't get shot. I don't want to have to come see you in the hospital tonight."

"Hon-hon-hon, I promise I won't, Matthieu. Happy Valentine's Day!"

And with that France hung up. Canada sighed, looking down at his phone. "Yeah. Happy Valentine's Day."

He looked down to the floor where Kumamoochi was curled up sleeping peacefully. He dropped his head back, feeling even worse than before. He was definitely getting a pizza tonight. And an extra-large one, at that.

OoOoOo

Canada flopped down onto his couch, pulled his favorite blanket over his lower half, and smiled. He grabbed the DVD remote and pressed 'play'. About a week ago he had confiscated all of America's Friday the 13th, Halloween, and Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies upon England's request. Since he loved scary movies and they were in his possession he might as well put them to good use, right? Right. And that's just what he planned to do. He was going to marathon it until he fell asleep. First up was the very first Friday the 13th. He smiled a little more as it started. Eighties movies were always the best, in his opinion.

The movie had just barely started when someone began banging on his front door. His brow creased in slight confusion. He paused his movie, got up, and went to see who was at his doorstep at eight in the evening.

Glancing through the peephole he arched an eyebrow. A tuff of white was the first thing he saw. Knowing only one person with such hair, he opened the door.

"Gilbert?"

"Hey, Birdie!" He smiled happily, showing all his teeth.

"Um, hi…do you need something?" He leaned against the door. As quickly as Prussia's smile appeared it vanished. He ducked his head, lightly kicking at nothing.

"Do you have any plans for tonight?"

"No. Except for watching some movies, but-"

"That's awesome! Um, do you think I could, maybe, join you?"

"Oh? You mean you don't have plans with anyone?"

"Nein. I was gonna hang out with West at first, but he was going out with Italy. Then I asked Spain and France if they wanted to hook up, but they also had someone to be with…then I thought about you. Actually, you were my first choice, but I figured you'd be out with someone…"

Canada stared at Prussia for a moment before smiling. He was someone's first choice. But not just anyone's first choice. He was Prussia's first choice. He opened the door wider, stepping to the side.

"Unless you had other plans in mind, come on in."

Prussia smiled widely once more, thanking Canada for letting him in, and marching in happily. Once they got into the living room, Canada made quick work of cleaning a second spot on the couch for his friend.

"So, Birdie, what kind of movie are you watching?"

"Friday the 13th. I took all of those and few others from America."

"Wait, you're watching a horror film with the lights on? That's not awesome."

"I forgot about them. You want 'em off, go turn 'em off."

"Ooh, someone is feisty tonight." Prussia mocked as he flipped the lights off. Canada fell back into the couch again with a small smile.

"Well, tonight hasn't always been one of my favorite nights, so I have good reason to be, as you say, feisty."

Prussia fell down beside him. "Really? Why don't you like tonight?"

"Because I've always been alone on Valentine's."

"Oh…well, um…"

"Let's just watch the movie, eh?" Canada pressed play once more as he and Prussia got comfortable together under the blanket.

OoOoOo

"You know what bothers me about these movies?" Prussia started. "There is always that one dumb couple that goes out and fucks then get themselves killed. I mean, really? You're in a creepy setting. How can anyone get horny in a creepy ass camp that's been shut down for forever?"

Canada laughed as he fell into the Prussia. "It's movie logic, Gil. You're not supposed to question it."

"It's fun to question it! Like, for example, not only is there always a dumb couple, there's always some dumbass guy that can't get a girl to save his life that dies first because he was off doing something stupid as hell. Then there's the perfect little virgin angel, the main character, that struggles the most with the killer, but somehow makes it out no matter what."

Canada was laughing uncontrollably by that point. Prussia, too, was laughing. At some point during their laughing Prussia's arm had fallen around Canada's shoulders as he buried his face into his shoulder.

"What do you think, Birdie? If we were in a scary movie, what kind of guy would I be? The awesome badass that kills the killer, right?"

Canada slowed his laughter down. He removed his glasses, wiping the tears away from his eyes, as he answered Prussia.

"I'm not sure. No offense to you, but you can do some stupid things. And when I say stupid, I mean scary movie stupid."

Prussia scoffed in fake offense. "At least I wouldn't be the virgin angel!"

"At least I would live."

"Whatever. I would totally be the badass."

Canada smiled, gently shaking his head at the pout on Prussia's face. He reached up, gingerly pressing a finger to the jutted bottom lip before flipping it gently downward. "Of course you would."

Prussia straightened up, a blush forming on his cheeks. He cleared his throat awkwardly. Canada only smiled, turning his attention back toward the movie. He snuggled a little closer to Prussia, his head still resting on his shoulder, as the albino squirmed a little bit.

"…I could always be the boy that gets together with the angel…"

Canada stiffened. Did he just…? No, he couldn't really mean that, could he? He pushed off of Prussia's shoulder, looking up at his reddened face.

"What are you saying, Gil?"

"…What I'm saying is…um…I really, really, like you, Matthew. And I want you to be mine. And I want to be yours. That is, if you want that, too…" His crimson eyes looked everywhere but down. Canada said nothing in response. His heart was beating too fast, the butterflies in his stomach were going crazy, and his brain just wouldn't work right. He'd dreamt of this moment many times, but never once did he think that it might actually happen.

Acting on impulse, Canada stretched himself up, pressing his lips to Prussia's, and locked his arms around his neck as he slid into his lap. After the shock Prussia felt from such boldness melted away, he responded by applying more pressure to the kiss. Canada, still feeling brave, slid his tongue across Prussia's bottom lip. Prussia gleefully opened up. He shifted, slowly lying back with the Canadian on top of him. Their tongues battled for only a moment longer before they broke for air.

"…I think I want that, too." Canada smiled, finally giving Prussia a verbal answer. The Prussian smiled, brushing Canada's curls away from his face.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Birdie." He whispered.

"Yeah. Happy Valentine's Day."