"Canarias? Are you almost ready?" Spain called from downstairs. He was already all dressed up nice for Sicily. She frowned at herself in the mirror, wishing that she could fix her hair. There was something off about her entire complexion. Maybe if she changed her earrings...

She pulled out another set of earrings and bent forward over the sink to change them.

"Un momento, hermano mayor!" [1] Canary replied, just as she lost her grip on the earring and it swirled around the sinking and shot down the drain. "Oh, mierda! ¡Maldita sea!" [2]

"Don't use that kind of language, hermana menor!" Spain called from downstairs.

"I dropped my earring down the sink!" She replied, replacing the earrings with the pair that she had on before. They were red and they dangled off of her ears. The went along with her red dress and coordinated with her tan skin and curled brown hair. She still wished that she could look better though.

"It's alright, hermana! I will buy you a new pair, but we have to leave very soon!" He shouted again.

"Si, I'm coming!" She called back, grabbing her red purse and jogging out of her room. She tapped down the stairs, her heels clicking along the tile.

"Oh wow, hermana menor! Te ves hermosa!" [3] He cried as he saw her coming down the stairs, the long mermaid dress swirling around her ankles as she came in front of him. He stood there for a moment, admiring how beautiful she was. "You are quite a sight, hermana! You will certainly catch Greece's eye!"

"Huh? You think so?" She asked, fiddling with her dangling earring.

"Si Canarias! You are very beautiful!" Spain encouraged, grabbing her coat off of the hanger and draping it over her shoulders. "Now, vamos! We will be late!"

In truth, they weren't that late. Sure they had about frozen on the way there, but it wasn't like they had missed anything. A calm looking Greece pulled open the door.

A couple of things shocked the Spainish duo. First, that he was awake. Second, that he could be so calm with all of the chaos reeking behind him.

"Thank you Greece." Canary islands smiled and entered the door. Greece stiffened a little when she smiled and his eyes lit up with either excitement or worry. "Would you mind getting my coat for me?"

"No! Not at all." He answered hastily as if he owed her a great debt or he would be stricken down if he didn't. She wondered why that was. Greece still took her coat- extremely carefully- and hung it up. Canary flashed her beautiful smile and moved out of the door way and over to the food counter. Greece followed her and Spain went off to find Sicily.

"D-do you want something to eat?" Greece asked nervously. Canary glanced over at him with worry in her eyes.

"Are you alright?" She asked, tilting her head to the side cutely. Greece blushed and nodded.

"Would you like something to eat, fair Goddess?" He asked again.

"Sure, I would love something. You may pick whatever you would like for me." She said before turning to sit down at the couch. This sent Greece into a panic simply because he trully thought that she was a Goddess. It scared him very badly to think that he had to pick an acceptable food for a goddess.

His hand shook over several different items on the table. Finally, he grabbed the most appealing thing on the counter- a plate of fettucini alfredo- and transfered it onto and fancier plate before bringing it over to her. He set it in front of her, but before she could move to eat it, he had to exchange the silverware on her table. Finer silverware.

"Thank you?" Canary responded before biting into her noodles. A long hum of satisfaction escaped her lips. "This is so good!"

"Ambrosia?" Greece spit out. The moment that he did, he wished that he could take it back. "Is it as good as ambrosia?"

"Ambrosia? The food of the gods? That's Greek right?" Canary thought out loud, taking more bites of her food. "Certainly not ambrosia, but very, very good." She smiled.

Instantly, Greece felt relieved, a happy sigh escaping his lips.

"Thank the Gods." He sighed. She only continued eating until it was all gone and the unmistakeable voice of America called them into the living room.

The look on Greece's face was that of pure horror. Being thrown into a dark, crowded closet with a goddess was a death wish with Zeus. Why had he even played this game?

He threw himself to the side to avoid falling on her. He thumped on the floor right next to her.

"Greece? Are you alright?" Canary asked, propping herself up next to him. He was practically vibrating the floor with nervousness.

"Y-yes G-goddess!" He yelped. He tried not to touch her at all, afraid that Zeus would strike him down.

"Do you honestly believe that I'm a goddess?" She giggled, reaching out and placing her hand over his cheek. He was blushing very badly, shaking like an earthquake. "You do, don't you?"

"Yes I do. You must be Aphrodite for you a-are certainly the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen." He blushed, closing his eyes in a way that made him look like he was waiting for the lightning to strike. All that Canary could think to do was to kiss him, so she leaned in a gently pressed her lips to his.

Greece might as well have been struck by lightning because he was shocked stiff. To him, the thought of falling in love with a Goddess was overpowering, but falling in love with the Goddess of love herself was horrifying. And it appeared to him that either Aphrodite was teasing him or that she had truly fallen for him too.

She pulled back.

"Are you alright Greece?" Canary asked. She was thoroughly relaxed.

"Yes I am." He said, trying not to lie to the goddess. Canary almost felt sick at this behavior. She only wanted the normal, calm, care free Greece back. What was wrong with him?

"Greece, what's wrong? You've been acting like this ever since I walked in the door. You're not you." She persisted. He sighed.

"Alright, Goddess. You are the first Goddess that I have ever met and it simply makes me nervous that Zeus could strike me down any minute for touching you wrong." He admitted, blushing and quaking. 'Touch'? He wanted to 'touch' her? That made Canary's heart flutter. She leaned in again and rested her forehead against his, entwining their legs as they still laid on the floor.

"It's alright Heracles... You don't have to be afraid." She cooed, running a hand through his soft brown hair. "I love you."

This just about gave Greece a heart attack.

"I l-love you too..." He said, a small, calm, Greecian smile hitting his lips before his eyes slowly slid closed and he fell into a deep sleep. Canary giggled.

"I can't believe that you think I'm the goddess of love." She smiled to herself before kissing his forehead and drifting off to sleep herself.