Canada's POV:

I felt an unusual amount of weight on my lap when I started to wake up. It was too heavy to be Kumajirou, however I instinctively moved my hand to pet the fluffy white cat.

"Mmh.. Canada... *Yawns*. You're awake?" It turns out the foreign weight on my lap was America's head. He must've gotten tired while taking care of me. "Are you better yet?"

"I feel a bit better," I chirped, as cheerfully as I could. "Thanks to your brilliant care-taking, America."

"Hehe. Am I really that good?" He asked.

"Yeah."

"That's good," America said. "Because I was lying to Dad when I said I knew how to take care of people." America smiled at me.

"S- since I'm feeling better, m- maybe we should go to school," I said. "I don't want to miss too much..." Actually, I just didn't want to stay here anymore. I don't know why, but I somehow felt like something bad was about to happen.... really bad. I didn't want to be here when it happened.

"You wanna go to school? Lame..." America said. "We should hang out some more. Wanna watch a horror movie?"

"Not r- really," I said, turning away from him slightly. "You know I don't like things like that..."

"Hehe. You're such a wimp," America grinned. "I know. Since you're feeling better, we could go out on a walk." America suggested with a carefree smile.

"I don't know if I want to go outsi--"

"I'll pack us a picnic! And I'll bring a ball we can pass!"

"America, I don't want to--"

"I'll go put on clothes then we can go out," America jumped up and ran to our bedroom, disregarding every thing I had said. I sighed when he disappeared down the hallway, feeling ignored as always. I guess I had no choice but to accompany America to the park. I mean, it wasn't too big of a deal, but it was still really cold outside. I didn't want my cold to get worse, but I suppose one day wouldn't hurt anything.

"Are you ready to go?" America returned to the room wearing clothes more suited to being outside. He had on a scarf and mittens, and was all bundled up. It was kind of adorable.

"I- I think I'll need a coat if we're going out. I might freeze, hehehe..." I said with a smile.

"Oh, right, I'll go get you one," America said. He walked over to the coat hanger that sits in the hallway and picked my warmest, fuzziest jacket from the bunch. He handed it to me, and helped me into it. "Here you are!"

"Thank you, America," I smiled up at him.

"Meow~" Kumajirou pranced into the room, curious as to where we were going. He looked inbetween me and America, trying to read the situation.

"Oh, we're just going to the park," I explained to the little white cat.

"Why are you talking to the cat?" America asked suddenly. I didn't know how to answer. Was I supposed to tell him that I talk to the cat because the rest of the family ignores me?

"Because I always do," I said as though it were a sufficient answer. "Well, let's go." I stood up from my seat on the couch and walked towards the front door. America followed in my steps, and we left for the nearby children's park.

There was snow on the ground, but America didn't seem bothered to sit down on the ground. He pulled me down next to him. We both sank about a foot down into the snow, and I could feel the cold run up my arms. I surpressed my shivering, and looked over to America.

"W- why are we here again?" I asked.

"Because the snow is really pretty," America answered. "And I hate sitting around all day." America smiled the same carefree smile he always had plastered on his handsome face. "Besides, I don't usually spend time with you -- It's fun talking to you. The only time I really talk to you is at school and the dinner table. I don't think Father England notices this, but you have a really small presence. I think you suffer for that. Hehe. I'm glad at least Father France pays attention to you."

After America finished speaking, I felt myself at a loss for words. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Did America pay more attention to me than I thought? I had no idea... The thought was incredible to me that my brother noticed me at all, let alone considered how I was feeling. My chest was pounding with excitement, so hard I had to clench my fist to my chest as a precaution that it wouldn't burst out.

"America..." I said slowly. At that moment, all control I might have had over my actions was lost. I wasn't thinking at all, only doing the one thing I wanted to do most, and that was to kiss America... Square on the mouth.