America was just leaving as he felt a certain pain his his knees, making him fall in reaction.
"Fusosososo~ Hola, America!"
He knew that voice... And Mexican accent anywhere...
"Mexico what the hell?"
He saw Spain, looking really pissed off.
"I'm not Mexico! I'm Spain! The one and only, country of Passion! Who matters, too!"

America stood up, after being on his knees while he talked.
"And I care why?"
"BECAUSE I'M NOT MEXICO!"
America looked shocked. Why was he getting so upset? Was it that time of the month?
"Dude, Chill."
"I DON'T WANNA CHILL! YOU DON'T CHILL ON YOUR BIRTHDAY."
Birthday?

    America looked at the calendar. It read: 'My birthday! (🍅^v^)'

    America gasped.
"DUDE! It's your birthday?"
"No! It's Chris Pratt's. YES IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! And no one remembered...! Not even Romano..."
The Spaniard started to tear up.
America frowned.
"Hey... Don't cry, dude. There's always next year!"
Spain shook his head.
"Fine. Goodbye, Alfred. I guess I'll celebrate my birthday alone... At home... By myself... With only my turtles..." Spain began sulking off, the once happy, sunshine country so down in the dumps.

    America felt sorry for the nation. Antonio never forgot anyone's birthday! Not even Canada's!!
But how people repay him is forgetting his?
"Dude, let me buy you dinner."
Spain turned, smiling.
"Really?"
"It's the least I could do, bro! A hero hasta be a hero in these situations!"
"Ah~ Thank you, America!"
Spain crushed America into a hug.
America blushed.

"You're welcome, Brotein shake."
He was so cute when he was happy.
America didn't realize he was falling in love. Neither did Spain.
Who knew that this would be...
The start of a beautiful...
Relationship.

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I THINK I MIGHT DELETE THIS XD THIS WAS SO BAD BUT I REQUESTED MYSELF TO WRITE THIS SO... It won't matter!
I hope it was at least decent!