He liked you.

And only you.

Whenever you were around, he was very possessive of you. He'd always keep you close, and he always gave you gifts, always gave you food to eat, and always complimented you.

Sometimes he'd speak to you in Canadian French, but not often.

He called you his princess, because you were his.

You just didn't exactly know yet, he was sure!

One day, Canada was out with you at the mall, he decided to take you shopping. He had a bright red rose in his pocket. He just needed to confess at the right time...

"Do ya see anything you like, princess, eh? You get whatever you want, however much it is. No budget anytime you shop with me." He stated, side hugging you as you walked.

God... if only he could actually hug you then and there... but you two were walking, obviously, so... yeah.