Canada's Birthday

“Hey America.” You said.

“Yo (y/n)! what’s up?” America asked cheerfully as you stood outside the apartment you and Canada share. America lived next door.

“Nothing really.”

“Really?” America asked leaning against his doorframe, raising one eyebrow.

“Huh? Why?”

“It’s Canada’s birthday, today.”

“…. …. …. What did you say?”

America laughed slightly, “It’s Canada’s birthday today.”

“Your not joking are you?” you asked quietly.

“Of course not.”

“I’ve got to go America bye!!!” you ran off down the stairs. America watched you, shrugged and grabbed his newspaper.

Later that Afternoon

“Huh?” Canada stared at his door, it had been a long day at work and he came home to find this on this door:

So sorry! But can you stay at America’s till say midnight?

(y/n)

“So that’s how it is dude. You’re locked out.” Said America, “Well better come inside.” He turned and walked back to his door.

Canada looked back at his own door and sighed, “But it’s my apartment….” He took another look at the door and turn and followed his brother.

Time Skip 11:50pm

America yawned and poked his younger brother. “Dude wake up.”

“Huh?” Canada pried his cheek from the table.

“Looks like your timeout is up.” America pointed to the clock on the wall.

“Right.” Canada yawned and stood to go, “Thanks for letting me stay…I think.”

“No problem dude.” America said then fell face frist back onto the table asleep.

Canada walked back to his own door and opened the door. He took a step back in surprise, the hallways was a trial of red rose petals. He entered and carefully took his shoes off. He picked his way along the pathway of roses to the living room. He looked in and smiled warmly. You were fast asleep at the coffee table, you wore the pink dress he had brought you a while ago and there were balloons everywhere, on the table sat a covered homemade cake.

“(y/n)?” he gently shook you awake.

“Oh Canada! I must have fallen asleep. Happy Birthday.”

“Thanks,” he smiled and sat down next to you. You rested you head his shoulder and he leaned against the couch. It turns out you were both too tired to eat the cake. You spent the night in each other’s arms and woke the next morning and share the cake with each other. Though it was slightly prolonged, it was a wonderful birthday in Canada’s opinion.