He saw nothing but his own living room; some comfy couches, an unlit fire place, a coffee table and the curtains drawn over the windows.

Canada let out a sigh of relief at seeing nothing present but he felt a small chill and he raised his hockey stick again, slowly walking over to one of the windows. Pulling back the curtain the nation could see a beautiful setting sun over green trees covered in newly fallen snow.

Looking around outside he didn't see anything out of place nor foot prints of anything that could have wondered by. The looking at the window, the latch that locked the window closed was open, which confused the nation.

'I could have sworn I locked it.' he wondered confusingly as he locked the window. Turning back to his living room and heading for his kitchen to make something to drink. He was getting paranoid because of some small sounds.

Canada happily sighed as he relaxed with a cup of hot chocolate; Kumajiro was asleep in his little bed, while Catada was in his lap, purring happily as the nation stroked his back.

Just as the Canadian was taking a sip his doorbell rang, making the nation scolded his mouth with the hot beverage and spit it out before it could do more damage.

"MEOW!" Catada scratched as some of the hot liquid got on him. He fell from his owners lap and landed on the ground where he tried to get rid of the hot liquid.

"Coming!" Canada called out as he set down his mug, quickly going to the door as the doorbell rang again. Taking a quick glance threw the peep hole he saw a mail carrier holding a box wrapped in brown paper.

The nation opened the door giving the man a puzzled look.

"Package for a Matthew Williams."

"I-I'm Matthew Williams." Canada said shyly as the man handed him a clipboard for him to sign, once the nation did he handed it back and received the package.

"Have a nice day there." The mail carrier said before going to his next stop.

Canada looked at the address on the box as he retreated inside and closed the door.

It was addressed to him, no return address, but there was a sicker on the box that said, Do not open till July 1st. It made him wonder if it was some birthday present.

"Who would send me this?" he questioned as he went back to his cozy living room, looking at the box as he sat down in his favorite chair. Then the nation became a little pale having come to a possible sender.

"W-was it Mr. France?" He questioned as he shook, fearful of that might be inside the box should it be from the Frenchmen.

Canada washed his face and brushed his teeth, getting ready for bed, after spitting out the mouth wash he glanced over at the package that had arrived earlier that was set on his bed side table under the little present Kumajiro had found. Much like the brown package the little gift had no name on it but a do no open till sticker on it.

It was confusing if not a little heartwarming that he received at least two gifts for his birthday.

Not that he was complaining, it was nice to have a least some people remember him, let alone his birthday.

Yawing, Canada slipped under his covers, Kumajiro asleep for the night in his bed and Catada curled up at the foot of his bed. He took off his glasses and carefully set them on his bed side table, clicking the lamp off and bathing the room in conferrable darkness, the nation closed his eyes and slipped off to dreamland.

All the while unaware of the two glowing green orbs watching him.

July 1

Canada was slowly woken up by the rising sun, peaking over the snow covered trees. The nation started to wake up as his eyes slowly opened, vision blurry, he reach over for his glasses and put them on his face as he sat up.

Stretching his arms out after the peaceful sleep, he tossed the cover off himself about to get out of bed until he noticed what was on his bed side table and what wasn't.

His presents were no longer there, which broke the Canadian's heart a little; he then noticed a slip of paper was left in their place.

"Eh? What's this?" he questioned picking up the piece of paper, on it was the filmier curly handwriting.

Get dressed, then come down stairs

Canada did as the note said, sighing before he got up and got dressed in some conferrable clothes, by then he could smell something cooking in his kitchen. He breathed deeply threw his nose and sucked in the smell, his mouth watering aroma of pancakes.

"Those smell good." He sighed dreamily as he made his way down stairs and to the kitchen where he could see the Frenchman standing in front of the stove, spatula in hand. The bold man looked over his shoulder and gave the nation a happy smile.

"Good morning, Canada. I made you some breakfast." France said as he showed the Canadian the full stack of fresh pancakes.

"T-thank you, Mr. France." Canada smiled happily as France placed the pancakes next to a bottle of Canadian maple syrup. France smiled as Canada happily dug in to the pancakes, dripping syrup over them.

"Eat up, you will need your energy today." France said and Canada looked up at him confused.

"Eh?"

France just smiled, knowing what was in store for the Canadian.

"M-mr. France?" Canada stuttered, a bit fearful as France had blind folded him after he was told to put on his winter gear, France was guiding him somewhere outside in the snow.

"Now now, Mon Petit Matthew. We are almost there." France told him, trying to assure the shy nation, leading him into a large tent that was set up yesterday.

Canada heard something like flaps of a tent being opened and warm air and the whisper of people hushed, not to mention the strange sound of Duck tape being unraveled.

"M-Mr. France?" Canada called out to the older nation before the blind fold was taken off his eyes, rapidly blinking at the sudden light; he saw one of the most touching scenes ever.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

Several nations happily shouted, nations such as Sweden, Finland, Cuba, Spain, Prussia, Germany, the Italy's, Japan, England, Scotland, Estonia, Australia, Monaco, Seychelles and even America who had ripped some duct tape off his mouth. Along with the nations where Kumajiro, Catada, Canada's provinces, and even a few of America's states like Washington, Main, New York, even Texas.

They were in a big tent; food was all around them as well as a big cake decorated in red and white icing. His flag was on one wall right behind a pile of brightly colored presents.

Canada could feel tears of joy pooling in his eyes with happiness.

"Yo Bro! Don't cry the hero is here to give ya this big birthday bash!" America yelled happily from beside Texas who rolled his eyes, he was apparently the one who had put the duct tape on him in the first place from the roll in his hand.

England offered the northern nation a white handkerchief embroidered with red maple leaves.

"Now there lad, no need to get teary eyed. This is your birthday party after all." The British man said as Canada gingerly took the handkerchief.

"Vinland! What do you think? We worked hard to give you a good party this year." Finland came up and asked Canada happily.

"I-I love it. Thank you very much!" Canada gushed.

"How about some cake? Birthday boy?" Prussia suggested, snickering along with Spain.

Canada came up to the large cake, eyes shining happily as he looked at the cake.

"Wow! This is amazing!" he said as he was about to take a bit of frosting, and then the top of the cake separated from the bottom and out popped to very attractive and very naked women.

"Happy birthday ~big boy." They said happily as the popped out of the cake, thin pieces of cloth covering there nipples.

Every one froze in shock, frozen for a few seconds before they had other reactions. England, Monaco, Washington, Main, and Texas rounded on France with angry glares. They had left him in charge of the cake after all.

Big mistake.

"M-M-M-APLE!" Canada stuttered out as his mind processed the sudden surprise.

"Hoh hoh hoh, it looks like mon petite Matthew likes his cake, hoh hoh hon." France laughed.

Canada fainted as his and fell backwards, being caught by his friend Cuba.

"Hey Bro! Don't fall asleep yet! You haven't even seen the fireworks!" America pouted as he poked Canada, ignoring the almost naked, confused girls in the cake.

All in all, it was still the best birthday Canada ever had.

Hope all of you liked that. I'm thinking about making a kind of series of these stories. I will probably not do America unless some of you want to.

I will do other Cannon nations, just give me the day they celebrate their independence/birthday. Sorry to tell you that I only know those that appear in the anime.

Please review. :)