Ukraine hurried along, clutching her folder full of papers to her chest.
First she woke up late. Stupid time zones.
Then she dropped her coffee all over her rented car, that would be fun to explain.
Now she was craving violence. Not a very good thing to want when you were going to a stupid world meeting.
When this nightmare was over she would book a flight home straight home, go shopping, and replace the nice blouse she had spilled coffee all over.
And beat the hell out of her favorite punching bag.
You know, girly stuff.
Ukraine rounded the corner running, her combat boots thumping against the pavement. The birds chirped. It was all sunny. It would be a great day if she wasn't noticing every dingy detail.
What she failed to see, however, was another country rounding the opposite corner.
The two collided, and Ukraine toppled over, her papers deciding now was the day to flutter away in the wind. UHG! She spent ages writing those out in English!
Ukraine looked up to give a shouting fit at the person she had run into. But she kept looking up. And up. And up a bit more.
"Ah'm sorry!" The tall silhouette said, blocking out the sun as he folded his gauky legs in and started gather her papers together. "Ah was running too fast! Ah should've been watching. Please forgive me." He stood up and plucked the papers that were drifting away out of the air.
"Uh," Ukraine said, "i's okay. Buh eh, watsh where you're going next time." She tried to mask how surprised she was at his politeness. And extreme height.
He extended a hand and she took it. He pulled her to her feet with ease.
"You're Ukraine, aye." He smiled. "You probably don't remember. But Ah'm Canada."
"Oh." The name struck a bell. "Yeah."
"You're late for the meeting too?" Canada asked.
Ukraine blinked. "Yeah. It has't bean a really good day today."
"Well," Canada grinned again, his brown eyes sparkled a bit. "Ah just got stuck in traffic. Idiots on the road, aye?"
Ukraine felt her stomach do a weird flutter when he beamed like that. And his eyes looked nice too. "Y-yeah." She liked his eyes.
"Sorry about running into you again." He said. "Ah should learn to look down more Ah guess."
"No I should've been watshing too." Ukraine scratched the back of her neck. Did her voice always sound that squeaky? "I's okay."
Canada nodded and did an elaborate bow. "Après vous."
She giggled a bit and felt her face flush a bit. What was wrong with her? When was the last time she had giggled?
All of her confused thoughts flew out the window when Canada started making small talk with her, which she appreciated. No one ever wanted to talk to Ukraine on friendly terms. It was always "Ukraine do this" or "Ukraine don't do that". It got annoying. She decided she liked Canada.
She also decided that today wasn't a very bad day after all.
Yoooo I actually posted something 😎 am I cool or what?
Anyways
Ukraine and Canada are always headcanoned as the two sweety-pies in love uwu
But neither of them are really like that lol
Canada is in fact very polite, but he's never lost a war.
Ukraine is extremely tough, and loves to pick fights (especially with Russia).
I just love the sweet man x tough Amazon warrior/ battle couple ship okay
