Thank you my lovely reviewers! This is a request for a fan Fem!CanadaxAmerica... I am going to assume that is what you meant! I saw the one for a colonialfemAmericaxPossessive England. I will do that one as well, give me some time.

CIAAmericaxKGBRussia (Yes, I can. With spy stuff and romance. Russia is not going to be a jerk in that though. I like Russia, poor country gets such a bad reputation)

This will be a two-shot or more. Rated M for later chapters.

I own nothing. :)

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Canada was home to a great many things. Some of them iconic, like her Royal Mounted Police Force or her affluent middle class. Others not so much. Like her air force, which did not see much action. To her, that only proved that they accomplished their goal or never having to use it.

However, as wonderful the country was, it was its personification that was having a bit of trouble. Canada, in all her polite and mild-spoken glory, was trying to understand her rather unusual heart. It was unusual because of who it beat the fastest to.

America.

Her neighbor to the south. The one she affectionately dubbed her 'shoes'. The blonde haired and blue-eyed exuberant nation called America. Canada knew him very well. She also knew what a walking contradiction he could be because of his people, and his own unique personality.

It should have made him the last person her heart decided to skip beats too. However, she could still recall the first time they met. In a rolling field surrounded by an out cropping of overly large trees compared to their tiny size.

When the blonde boy with a cow lick had turned as red as the ribbon on his night gown, and hastily given her a slightly crumpled flower.

It had been so long ago, Canada could only remember that it was blue and she'd like it. Even if it was a little squished by his hand. They played together for days upon days, until Finland came. Followed by France, England, Spain, Russia, and many others.

She thought their separation was why America turned out the way he did.

But, even if all that were true, she still couldn't explain why it was always him that she gravitated toward. Granted, some of it was because America never let her forget his presence. And, sometimes it was because she had to go and rescue him from doing something foolish.

Not all the time, but it had happened before.

Yet, she could feel it between them. Something.

Something.

However, despite their differences, there was a particular way that America behaved toward Canada. It was often loud and brash, but there was a sweetness about him that he reserved for her, she liked to think. Because he made her feel special. He often talked to her, when others were too busy.

He laughed at her jokes, and came to visit her across the border on a semi-regular basis.

His blue eyes would watch her during meetings. Even at times when the rest of the world was facing near chaos, Canada had seen him watching her. There was an occasion or two that she could recall where it almost appeared as if America was trying to ... shield her from the worst things.

Which made no sense. Canada was a strong and capable country in her own right.

However, she was strong enough to admit to herself that she was in love with the personification of one of the strangest countries in the world.

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She knew that America had his concerns over her diplomatic ties with countries that he was not overly friendly with.

Canada had hoped he would come to get over it in time.

It was an unfounded hope.

It all came to an ugly head one day, when America's eyes hardened at her sitting with Cuba and Russia chatting animatedly.

The look America sent her was could have frozen the sun. Canada wasn't sure why, but she felt as if she'd done something wrong but the glacial glance he sent toward the other 'socialistic' countries. The whole meeting was spent in uncomfortable silence on America's end of the table.

He did not speak so much as one word to her throughout the day.

America, unlike his normal rushed behavior, waited patiently until he could get her alone. He did not insult the other nations, nor make a scene.

He walked with her out to the front entrance. There was not a soul in sight. Just the two of them. And, Canada found herself equal parts nervous and excited. However, she could tell by the set of his jaw that this was not going to be about friendly things, but her choice of sitting with the others.

She felt her blood heat slightly with pre-emptive anger.

"You shouldn't be so quick to accept them." America started with worry in his tone.

Oh! This was just ludicrous. He thought that he, of all people, should be lecturing her upon foreign relations. Canada flushed angrily, her better nature twisting to a more assertive one. It normally happened around America, though Canada did not know why.

There was something about America that made her want to stand up and assert herself.

"Accept them, eh?" She asked, growing more annoyed at him for interfering than anything else. "I have better diplomatic relations with them than you ever will."

His blue eyes flashed at her from behind Texas, but America clenched his jaw, keeping whatever he wanted to say to himself.

"I understand that," he tried again, attempting to be more diplomatic than she ever truly gave him credit for at times. Not always. Canada had seen what a silver-tongued charmer he could be when he wanted. "But I am trying to warn you."

She snorted in irritation.

"I do not need your warnings, America," Canada said trying to be gentle.

"I think you don't understand." He tried tactfully, "exactly what the ramifications are going to be."

"Oh, I think I understand perfectly," she replied with a barely noticeable hard tone to her voice.

The male nation shifted, looking at her carefully. She watched as he sighed.

"I'm just trying to speak with you, confidentially. As a warning of good faith. Canada, I think you are being unreasonable," America tried again.

It was the absolute wrong thing to say. Her face flushed and she clenched her fists as they trembled with anger.

"Unreasonable? I am perfectly reasonable." She snapped angrily. "You are the one that constantly gets into trouble. Who insults other nations without thinking. How can you possibly think to give me advice? That's right, you don't think. You never think things through!" She continued with a fury about her flushed face.

America stared at her with a stoic mask that betrayed nothing, but she could see the hurt flashing in his eyes. She would regret it, partially already did, but continued on anyway. Her frustration at the stagnant distance between them only made her less cautious.

Why couldn't he see that she loved him? Because he was a loud fool. A fool! Canada glared at him

"I am allowed to speak with my allies. They are understand the political aspects better. They treat me with mutual respect and you're obnoxious! You never notice-"

The change in his face, from calm to furious was instantaneous.

"Never notice?" America half-shouted. "Never notice, my ass! Notice what? That you tilt your head to the side when you are confused? Or that you get this crinkle around your eyes when you are trying not to laugh? Or do I never notice that you only like the cakes Germany brings, and not Prussia? Or how you love the color red, but not on actual maple leaves?"

She looked at him, clearly stunned.

"W-what ... did... you...say?"

America was nearly panting for breath.

"Do I not notice that you say 'maple leaves' when you're scared? Or that you point out all my flaws because you feel the safest with me? Have I failed to notice that you sit at every meeting and get teary eyed when we talk about the orphans from war? How about the fact that you read France's stupid romance books all the time and sigh when you get to the good parts?"

Canada floundered at what to say. All of what he said was so painfully true. His blue eyes bored into hers with an intensity that perfectly rivaled some of the scenes from France's books.

Her heart leapt, as she struggled to remember to breathe.

Something shifted between them. Canada could feel it all the way down to the soles of her feet. Her mouth went dry and she struggled for something to say.

Please, let her say something! Anything.

Her eyes remained locked with his as he searched for something in her gaze.

"God," he snapped angrily, Texas showing off his hurt expression. "You really don't get it do you?"

"Eh?" Canada responded with wide eyes. Finally able to find some remnant of her voice.

"I see you all the time. There isn't a day that goes by... not a fucking hour when I don't think about you. When I don't see that beautiful smile of yours in my head." America stated passionately. "But you... you..."

He ran a hand through his golden lock, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it had come.

"Canada. I see you. I know you." America said slowly, staring at her with an expression she'd never seen before.

The male nation stilled. "All I want to do is keep you safe, because..."

He looked like a wounded animal. One that had never been shown an ounce of affection or kindness, and was tending his own scrapes as best he could. It was painful to watch. Even more painful to hear when he brought up the one subject they'd silently agree to never speak about.

"Have you forgotten that day? Was it so easy for you?" He gave a disillusioned laugh at his own expense.

" I remember. I remember that I begged you," he said with a tone that cut her to the quick. "To join me. To be with me. You said 'no'. Even though some of your own citizens fought for me."

She swallowed, her heat threatening to beat out of her chest.

"You said 'No', Canada. I hear that in my head every time I look at you, and see your gorgeous face." His blue eyes bored into hers with an intensity that stole her breath away. "And I still couldn't bring myself to let you go."

"Am-America?" She queried, not bothered by the cracking of emotion in her voice. Her hands shook as she watched him.

"I love you, Canada." America said defiantly. Unashamed or afraid as he stood before her. "I've loved you for as long as I can recall."

She flushed to the roots of her hair, scarcely believe his words.

"And you can't even see it." He finished was a bittersweet sadness. "Still."

Canada could only watch in horror as his handsome face contorted into the most heartbreaking expression of loss.

"I can get everyone else in the world to notice me," he said without malice, "but I can't get you to see that I've never stopped loving you. There hasn't been a day, not a single damn one, where I don't think about you and what we might have been."

He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. An air of finality settled between them heavily and Canada felt a sense of panic.

"You...you...love me?" She asked in a whisper soft voice.

America stilled, and Canada felt tears gather in the corners of her eyes. The world was slightly distorted by the salty liquid.

"How could you not know?"He questioned softly, his blue eyes so full of pain and longing that it made her want to weep.

She reached for him, but he packed away from her as if her touch would only wound him further.

"America," Canada said softly, a pleading note in her voice.

"Go back Canada," he said gently, but firmly at the same time. "Go back to the meeting. Sit with Cuba, or Russia, or China. Hell, sit with anyone. I won't bother you again."

Her heart felt as if it were breaking.

"Wh-what?"

The look in his eyes had her shaking with denial, with sadness and regret.

Defeat.

The look she'd never seen in America's eyes. It wasn't bitter, he did not yell nor scream in anger. There was no cruelness in his face. There was only a quiet acceptance.

It had her ready to cry out in unfairness.

The one time America was mature enough to let something go... had to be the one time Canada was guilty of not noticing someone's feelings.

She'd always been kind and considerate. Always. Then again, she'd always been quick to dismiss the ways that Alfred tried to show his love. The trading she could understand. Their close relations due to geography she could also easily see too.

But that day, when he'd just been starting out as a nation really, and he'd come to her with very little to offer but his heart on his sleeve. It would have been foolish to accept him. Her leader had understood that, even when he'd pulled her by the hand and looked into her eyes...

He'd asked for them to become one large country, something special. Canada had refused him without so much as a second thought.

She'd thought she was being firm against someone intent upon building himself up.

She hadn't understood. That what he'd said so long ago actually had been from his heart. Not for gain or stability.

She was not cruel for refusing him. Canada had wanted to stand on her own feet. She'd had her countrymen fighting for him, for her, and for independence in general. She pressed a hand to her lips to still their trembling. America moved toward her, his face filled with their reciprocated anguish.

His arms, strong and unyielding held her as if she were precious. As if touching her would break her because she was so delicate to him.

"Don't cry. Canada, it kills me when you cry. Je t'adore." He whispered, kissing her forehead lightly.

His accent was atrocious, but she knew what he said. I love you.

Canada trembled like a leaf caught in the bitter winter wind. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks as her heart overflowed with the feelings she'd spent so long trying to hide.

"I always will," America said hugging her gently. "But it is obvious now, that we just aren't...that I just can't keep doing this to us. Holding on is only making it worse. I'm so sorry Canada."

But they could be together. She loved him. She did! The female nation wanted to tell him, but the words would not come. Her throat was thick with feeling and she couldn't speak.

Canada adored America, even if he was crazy and hyperactive. He had always noticed her. She saw that now. The female nation swallowed a lump in her throat. It couldn't end like this.

She wouldn't allow it.

She felt the sting of the cold when his embrace was gone. Her eyes landed on snow when they should have been seeing him. Belatedly, she moved her gaze to numbly watch him turn and walk away.

No.

NO.

It wasn't fair. He hadn't even given her a chance to tell him how she felt. If he had just-

Her eyes widened, and she mentally reeled as she recalled the conversation. She'd never said she loved him.

She'd never said it.

They were both idiots.

Canada felt a fresh wave of tears burst forth as she sobbed into her hands. The tears were not tears of sadness, or regret, but of hope. Of course he would try to pull away. He thought she was saying 'no' again.

Not this time.

Because, America was being foolish and claiming that he was only hurting them by continuing to try for her. At least, that's what she thought he meant by his last statement. However, for once... thank every little blessing out there, he wasn't.

The female nation was the one that needed to come forward now. To take up the mantle of being the fearless one after letting him do it for almost three hundred years. Despite the things that had happened between them.

It was her turn to show him how she felt.

Canada swallowed and composed herself. If America wasn't going to do the sensible thing and continue to woo her so that they could be together, then by God -and her country's largest export- she was going to woo America.

The Canadian way.

After all, who knew America better than she did? No one. Not a single country, and if anyone claimed otherwise, well then they were a no good liar. And, her heart swelled, knowing that she could change his mind.

Because she'd done it before. Now it just mattered to her more. She nodded to herself. Yes, she could woo America easily and then the look of heartbreak in his eyes would fade in time. They could stop dancing circles around each other.

They could just... be America and Canada together.

The smile that graced her face, and the light of love in her eyes nearly stopped winter in its tracks. Were such a thing possible.