Canada let out a sigh. Normally, Spain would have ignored it, but this sigh sounded particularly angry…plus, it had to have been the twentieth sigh in as many minutes.

"Is something wrong?" he ventured. Canada was quite different from Romano in one respect. Where the Italian Nation would have glared, hit him, before running off in tears, Canada simply looked at Spain.

"Notice anything different?"

Spain stared. Jeans and a red hoodie with a maple leaf design. Neither new. Glasses? Nope, Quebec looked to be exactly the same. His eyes? Were they turning red like Prussia's had? Spain leaned in closer to look, not noticing Canada's frown deepen. No, same shade as always, the curl falling perfectly in between them. No different.

Canada sighed again, this time giving a small shake of his head, his hair…Spain's eyes widened. "You cut your hair! You cut out the orange? Why?"

"I felt it was time for a change," Canada said softly, pushing away from the table with more force than was necessary. "Are you done with your plate?" Spain looked down at his still full plate, but before he could tell Canada no, the plate had been taken from him and thrown into the sink.

Without another glance at Spain, Canada huffed out of the kitchen, plopping down on the couch in the living room and turning on the TV.

Spain frowned slightly before following Canada out and sitting next to him on the couch. "You know, you're much cuter when you're not frowning," he told Canada, leaning his head on the other's shoulder.

Canada ignored him.

"Are you mad?"

"What gave you that idea?"

Spain shrugged and moved closer. "I don't know. I just thought it was something I felt like I needed to ask. Was I wrong?"

Canada tore his gaze from the TV and looked at the Nation currently trying to burrow into his shoulder. "You really are oblivious, aren't you?"

"I like to call it selectively observant," Spain told him seriously. "I noticed you looked especially cute today. I'm sorry I didn't realize it was because of a haircut. Are we still friends?"

Canada looked almost flabbergasted before he realized that Spain was shooting him a mischievous grin. "Jerk."

"That's so not cute."

Canada laughed, shaking his head. "I'm still mad at you."

Spain chuckled. "I love you, too."