You smiled sweetly at the flustered, blushing blonde man. You looked down at your hand, barely an inch from his. You slipped you hand into his and looked back at him.
His blush intensified and looked down at your joined hands. A gentle smile spread across his lips. He looked at you, his violet eyes filled adoration.
He squeezed your hand and swung your conjoined hands a bit.
You smiled and laughed, your tone joyful and happy. You looked ahead of you and saw an ice rink. You grinned wide, looked at him, and started to pull him towards it. He stumbled for the first few steps and the kept pace with you.
"[N-Name]! W-what are we doing?" He stuttered. You looked back at him, [E/C] eyes bright with mischief.
"Ice-skating, silly." You say, but meaning something else. Not that he knew that of course.
Your chest filled with warmth and tightened. You were confused for a second, but then realized what it was.
Love.
A/N: Canada! I was so confused on what to do with this word. It could have meant anything, but decided that Canada needed some love.
