The blond Canadian sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he lazily watched the other countries argue like five year olds. It was a little sad, really. But as much as Canada would love to give his opinion, it wouldn't be heard, simply because no one noticed him. Sure, the Canadian was used to it, but that didn't mean he hated it any less.
He then felt someone tap on his shoulder and, naturally, he looked up. You flashed him a smile, sitting next to him. "Hey there, Canada!"
"H-Hey!" He stammered, smiling, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. Oh yeah, there was one person who noticed him: you. He had become friends with you at one of the world meetings, and now the two of you had become best friends, though the Canadian wanted to be more. You were cute, nice, and you noticed him. He'd be crazy not to fall in love with you. But the poor blond was so shy, he could never muster up the courage to ask you out. So he decided that, for now, he could deal with just being friends.
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