CanadaxReader - Seven Minutes In Heaven

My fingers swan through random objects in the black top hat. I felt something cool and odd shaped hit my palm. Curious, I pulled at it. Out came a clear, plastic bottle filled with a deep golden topaz liquid, labeled with a red maple leaf. How something this big managed to fit in such a narrow hat was beyond me. I studied the liquid carefully.

“Okay, what up with the syrup?” America demanded, his eyes skimming the room.

“Um, that’s mine…” A timid voice answered behind Alfred, but he hardly took notice.

“Seriously, dudes, who put this in the hat?” He asked again, clearly becoming annoyed.

“I did, America.” The same small voice answered. I tilted my head to focus on the space behind Alfred. A blond with a stubborn spiral curl, and purple eyes, in a red Canadian flag hoodie came into view.

“Canada?” I brushed America aside, as I stepped back to meet him.

“Y-you can see me?” He asked, his blue-purple eyes going wide. His bear looked at me like he’d really rather be someplace else at the moment.

“Yes, silly. C’mon.” I held out my hand and he blushed slightly. Canada gave me a timid nod and set his polar bear down before following me to the closet.

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We sat down in the dark, cramped closet, side by side. I was especially nervous, seeing as I really did like Canada. I’ve had a crush on him for about two months now, and whenever I would look for him, he would always be escaping the scene or running away. My real interest in him had actually started with his bear. The fact that he carried a live polar bear with him everywhere he went was actually surprising to me. After that, my interest grew with the things I’ve been told and picked up by watching him.

Before I’d even barely begun to snap out of my faraway state, he decided to speak first.

“I know what the object of the game is and I…just want to say that I’d really rather not make out with you. B-But, it’s n-not like I don’t want to or you’re not pretty I j-just…um! I think you’re really pretty and I really like you b-but-!”

“You like me?” I asked, my heart practically stopping.

“Um y-yes,” He stuttered, looking down shyly. I felt like I was going to die of happiness right then and there. The blush in his cheeks deepened as he fidgeted next to me.

“I like you, too.” I mumbled, looking at the wall on the other side of me. The feeling of those wide eyes drilling holes into the small of my back made me look at him. I glanced up shyly through my eyelashes. The next thing I knew, he was extremely close to me. “C-Cana-?”

“Call me Matthew.” He whispered and grabbed my chin. I could hardly believe what was going on.

 He’s kissing me! Canada’s taking my first kiss! I tried to keep calm, but was failing miserably. Like the awkward klutz I was, I reached up and touched his shoulders, forgetting that I had been leaning on my hands. We fell back onto the closet floor. I gasped into his mouth, giving him the chance to slip his tongue into my mouth. Once again trying to compose myself, I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes.

“Look, Canada’s getting some!” We both gasped and pulled apart. France and Spain stood in front of the open door, laughing like there was no tomorrow.

“Go amigo, go!” Spain cheered as France gave a cat call. I blushed hotly. Canada just simply pecked my lips.

“Let’s go see if we can find someplace where we can be alone.” He offered me his hand after he stood up, and I happily took it.