The next day America had forgotten about Russia until there was a knock on his door. It was a delivery man with flowers. Sunflowers. And it wasn't a dozen, it was exactly thirteen. There was also an expensive box of chocolates, a big box too, not just one of those dinky little ones. America grudgingly accepted the gift, not wanting to waste free stuff even if he did not want it. The flowers wound up shoved into a vase in an out of the way corner and he really did not want to eat the chocolates either but they looked good and they were expensive and there was a lot so maybe having a few wouldn't be too bad…

Not long after America had eaten the entire box there was another knock on his door. Fearing the worst America refused to answer until he heard a quiet:

"America, I know you're in there, eh."

America knew that "eh" anywhere! Or at least enough to know it wasn't Russia. He quickly opened the door for his brother and ushered him inside.

"Sorry I didn't answer, I was afraid you were Russia." He explained after locking the door behind them.

"Oh, so he did ask you out then, eh?" Canada asked. "I didn't think he'd work up the nerve."

"You knew about this?" America exclaimed.

"Yes," Canada replied. "He talked about it last week when we went to a hockey game together."

"Wait, wait, wait- you hang out with him? When did this happen?"

Canada sighed. "We've been going to hockey games together since the 80's. I've told you this. I've told you this multiple times. I also take it from your reaction that you didn't say yes."

"Of course I didn't! Why would I?"

"Because he's a nice guy?" Canada supplied halfheartedly. "I don't know, but you should give him a chance, he really does like you, won't shut up about you sometimes."

"How can you say that? You're my brother! I can't go out with that psychopathic manchild!" America cried, horrified that his brother would betray him like that.

"Oh grow up." Canada chided. "He's not that bad; I think you might even like him if you gave him a chance."

America gasped sharply. "Traitor," he hissed. "My own brother: out to get me!"

"I'm serious." Canada rebuked. "Go on a date with him or something and you'll see that you guys have more in common then you think!"

"That's highly unlikely." America mumbled, turning away from his brother to pout on the couch.

"Don't be like that! Didn't you two used to be best friends in the 1800's?"

"Yeah, but that was different." America explained. "It was before he went all psycho-communist! He's crazy now so I'd be putting my life at risk, not to mention he was my mortal enemy for half a century! Those feelings die hard you know."

"What if I make you pancakes? Would that change your mind?" Canada asked, leaning over the back of the couch while America was sitting, trying to focus on the television.

"I don't think even your awesome pancakes can change my mind about Russia." America sighed. "But you're welcome to try…"

Canada sighed dramatically but left for the kitchen all the same. On the way he passed by the vase shoved in the corner filled with sunflowers. He smirked to himself and thought that maybe this would not be as hard as it seemed.

xXx

A/N: Russia only remembers Canada when it comes to hockey.