The afternoon was warm, with just enough of a chill to hint that autumn was on its way. The sky was a clear blue, a hint of purple tinting it, reminding him of the eyes of the person lying next to him.
It was, all in all, a beautiful day, and Spain had thought it perfect to take his siesta outside, since winter would come sooner than he wished. The weight on his left arm shifted, and Spain tilted his head to meet the sleepy eyes of his partner.
"G'afternoon," Spain said brightly, moving closer to give the other a kiss.
Canada smiled into the kiss before breaking away to lean his head on Spain's shoulder. "Good afternoon, Spain."
Spain rested his head on Canada's, feeling his eyes close after one last look to the sky—a sky the same color as Canada's eyes. It really was a beautiful day.
