Author's note: hello people. For all the Canadians our there, Happy Canada Day! For all the Americans, Happy Almost Fourth of July! Just a little one shot for Canada, because some Americans do remember him!
When Matthew Williams woke up on July first, he smiled a little. It was his birthday, and even if non of the other Nations remembered him, at least his people cared. Not that France and Russia didn't remember it. Russia would call or visit him, to tell him happy birthday, and to ask if he would become one with Mother Russia. France would do the same, then he would try to get him into bed.
Canada got out of bed to take a shower. (He wore his favorite PJ's, the shirt with a maple leaf on it, and the pants with polar bears and beavers) After showering, he got ready for his little birthday party with his Provinces and territories. He just hoped Quebec didn't start ranting.
***Eh***
It wasn't late when Canada got home, he was a tad bit drunk, so he fed his pet (Not before the Bear asked who he was) and climbed into bed. It was ten at night. Matthew was just about to fall asleep, when…
Don't wanna be an American Idiot! Don't want a nation that does the new media.
"Damn it America!" The Canada cursed before picking up his phone.
"Hello Alfred, yes I know you're birthday is in a few days." The Canadian said before America could speak.
"Oh…Hey…But that's not why I called." Alfred said, stunned. This confused Matthew.
"Eh?" He asked.
"I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday, cuz I always forget to tell you. You probably hate that….So….Happy Canada Day Canada, Happy Birthday Matthew." The Canadian smiled.
"Thank you, Alfred. Happy Almost Fourth Of July." He said, "Happy Almost Birthday." He added.
I know short, but I hope you like it.