A.N. Hello again! This pair was requested by Olivia Kirkland, and I hope you people enjoy it! And now, ONWARDS!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia.

Meg sighed as another family wandered out of the store with a kitten. The animals in the store were so adorable, the Canadian girl didn't want to see them leave. Standing up straight, the blonde glanced at few teens who were looking at the fish and a couple who were looking happily at the birds. The blonde loved her job and all the animals who were there.

Looking around, Meg saw that her coworker Arthur was occupied helping a brunette woman who was talking about the turtles being adorable. The Canadian turned around just as a strawberry blond boy wandered into the pet store. Meg had to admit, he was cute. The male glanced around and walked over to the puppies and smiled as they jumped up in their crates and leaned on the edge for him to pet them.

Seeing no one was helping the boy, Meg inhaled and walked towards him and the blond looked up, as if surprised that Meg was even there, and quirked a smile showing one tooth that stuck out like a vampire fang. The boy stood up from petting the dogs and asked, "Do you know how much a polar bear weighs?"

Meg blinked and before she could think, she recited, "An adult male polar bear weighs around 775 to 1,200 pounds, and the females weigh half as much as their male counterparts, at only or 330 to 650 pounds."

A bright red blush spread across Meg's face as she registered what she had said. Being a complete polar bear nut, she had memorized almost every single fact about them. the blonde boy smiled and bit his lip as if he was holding back a laugh.

"That was supposed to be an ice breaker, cause they should be heavy enough to break the ice, but I like your answer better," the boy said with a smile, as he held his hand out for Meg to see. Wrapping around his wrist like a bracelet was the polar bear fact Meg had just stated. The Canadian stared openmouthed and fumbled to remember which hand her words were written when the boy took her hands gently and turned them over, exposing on her left arm the simple question.

Smiling, the boy said, "I'm Vlad. Well, it's actually Vladimir, but Vlad works."

The Canadian smiled sweetly and whispered, "I'm Meg."

Vladimir grinned and pointed to a small, white, fluffy puppy and asked, "Can I hold him?"

A.N. I for one, absolutely love Romania and probably fangirled a bit when writing this chapter. You guys know what to do! Review! Favorite! Follow! Until next time - Neko