… Matthew Williams, the most nice, shy, and invisible, not to mention syrup and pancake loving, Canadian.
Quietly opening, closing, and locking the door, you walked down the streets, thinking of places where your quiet Canadian friend was. He could be in the park or at his house. Perhaps even at the market to buy more pancake ingredients and/or Canadian brand maple syrup.
Shrugging, you decided to check the park, where he enjoys to relax and spend nice days like this one.
❤Time Skip Brought to You by Canada Showering in Maple Syrup While Sexily Dancing❤
You arrived at the park’s iron gates, welcoming anyone and everyone in. You darted in, now determined to find Matthew.
After walking around and checking
Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful.
Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide.
“Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!”
“C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–”
“NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!”
Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear.
Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again?
Because of Matthew.
Not saying it like it’s a bad thing, but your longtime, shy Canadian friend Matthew was someone you happened to harbor feelings for; and due to these feelings, you usually wanted to be around him, a
Maybe you can argue that you’re courageous or bold, and sure, that can help make confessions easier – but truth be told, there’s always that split second of panic as you anticipate their answer which can either bring you a sense of elation or send you into the comforts of your home, guzzling down your favorite ice cream with your broken heart keeping you company.
And so, confessions are difficult.
But when they’re unintentional…
Whispered ‘I love you’s heard by the wrong ears, heartfelt letters that land into the recipient’s hands a bit too early… there are far too many ways for a confession to go wrong when someone does it by accident.
Although, it’s not so bad when you’re receiving a confession – albeit accidentally – from someone who adores you just as much as you adore them.
Especially when the confession is
Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear, "Mattie, it's just me!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, _____." You noticed his clothes were ruffled and creased as he rested the hockey stick against the wall beside him.
"I take it the meeting with the G8 didn't go too well?" you asked, stepping into his house while he shut the door behind you.
Canada nodded his head, "Russia sat on me the whole time!"
"Oh!" you said, wrapping your arms around him in a quick hug, "You poor thing! Did he hurt you?" With your head buried in his Canadian flag sweatshirt, you couldn't see the blush your actions brought to his face.
He hesitantly put a hand on your back, "N-No, I'm fine."
You smiled up a
The cool evening air hung upon ____'s shoulders. She shivered, but continued to press forward, her sneakers gently tapping on the the sidewalk. Normally, she would avoid parties, her boyfriend typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. She could still remember how much he spited her party attitude. Honestly, it was innocent - she liked seeing her friends drunk. That was all she liked about them. Now that she and her boyfriend were broken up - she could go to all the parties, since she knew he wasn't going to be there. Fortunately, Alfred had actually invited her to his New Years' Party. They didn't really talk much at school, but they surely were friends. He was aware of what had happened too.
That was good. No ex problems tonight.
____ approached the door of Alfred's hose. She gently rapped on it, holding her wrist tightly in her hand. Within the minute, the door had op
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub