A/N: So I have rewritten parts of this to make it flow better, so hopefully it can be enjoyed better! Please review!
Canada's Human name: Matthew Lawrence Williams
N. Italy: Feliciano Milano Vargas
The late evening sun spread its last rays of 'warmth', casting the perfect golden glow over the two men walking hand in hand down a neatly-kept, dirt path. The taller man's auburn riding boots glowed in the sunset, audibly crunching over small twigs and leaves in his path. He stepped carefully where ever he walked, as if he was looking out for fallen baby birds or blind worms emerging from the damp earth.
The younger, shorter man's hazel eyes followed the tall, blonde man's heavy boots with every step. His eyes were filled with curiosity and joy. He gazed up -past the tree's leaves and towards the brightening purple and pink hues of the setting sun- and sighed happily, the cold would never effect his personality.
"Ve~" The tan-skinned Italian man began. His warm breath appeared as a small, thin cloud in the freezing Canadian air. The cold temperatures caused his body to tremor briefly as he clutched desperately to his boyfriend's strong arm. Even with the sun shining, none of the warmth was reaching the couple."I'm so cold Matthew!" He whimpered, his chapped pink lips forming into a cute pout.
The blonde man, Matthew, chuckled into his black gloved hand. The younger man, Feliciano, had been trying to exhale warm air on his hands before giving up and hiding them in the long sleeves of his crème colored, insulated jacket. Out of the corner of his eyes, Feli glanced at the vibrant red and deep black colors of Matthew's new Royal Canadian Mounted Police uniform.
"Feliciano Milano, you know you can hold my hand," Matthew smirked, creating a small dimple in one of his light pink cheeks, as his love squirmed ans wiggled about in embarrassed happiness. Matthew untangled Feliciano's arm from his, and removed one of his own black, fleece-lined leather gloves, slipping it onto Feliciano's left hand. "And while you're at it, you can wear my glove too. It's nice and toasty." The Canadian smiled, his kind, lavender eyes seemed to twinkle and never end in the glow of the disappearing sun.
"I love you, Matthew Williams! That I'm sure! And now you love me too..." Feliciano smiled widely, giggling as he always did. The last rays of light glinted off of his bright white teeth. He intertwined his right hand with Matthew's left hand. The smaller man seemed to wiggle a bit, and squeezed Matthew's gentle hand excitedly, jumping up and down as they walked. The colors of the setting sun caused Feli's auburn hair to seemingly light on fire. The edges of his eyes crinkled with happiness, his eyes turning to a rich, golden hue.
Matthew chuckled quietly again. His blonde hair glowed with the brightness of melting gold. Every strand of his hair gleamed and shone in the sun's light. In his eyes, you could perceive the love, joy and adoration he had felt from being with Feliciano.
"Oh," Matthew spoke, his faint northern accent barely audible. Feliciano was naturally very attentive to Matthew, so his attention was caught immediately. Ever since the pair had met at a G8 meeting in America, Feliciano was inseparable from the gentle Canadian. "I love you too Feliciano." Suddenly, Matthew imagined the excited, wiggling Italian as a small puppy with soft ears, and a fluffy, wagging-a-mile-a-minute tail.
Matthew's smile grew wider and he tightened his grip on Feli's fingers as a gust of cold air hit them. "Ve!" Feliciano squealed in the cold hair. "At least we're almost home!" Soon after the two had met at the G8 meeting, their tight bonds of best friendship escalated to the new feeling of love. Feli had moved in with Matthew only a year after their meeting, neither of them wanting to be apart from the other.
Feliciano let go of Matthew's hand, dashing towards the steps of their two story home. He would have slipped on the icy steps, had Matthew not caught him around his slender waist. Feli gazed into Matthew's light eyes. Abruptly the Canadian's eyes narrowed and he smirked as he dipped Feliciano close to the steps, causing their lips to brush against each other. The Italian's breath automatically came quicker in that heart-racing moment, but Matthew pulled away and smirked before their lips had a chance to meet. Feli remained flustered and quiet as the Oak door opened after Matthew's keys.
Feli gently shut the door behind them, locking it before rotating on the soles of his winter boots to face his boyfriend. Swiftly, Matthew had Feli pinned against the door, his knee between Feli's thighs to prevent his escape. Matthew lowered his head so his lips could delicately caress Feliciano's sweet lips. The blonde's hand tilted the smaller man's head up, so he could kiss the Italian with more passion.
"Oh Feli~" Matthew's voice deepened into a gentle growl. Feli's face immediately reddened, whimpering softly in response. "I want to treat you to something…exciting." He whispered directly under Feli's ear, kissing the soft skin of his neck.
A/N: This is much different now than my original writing and hopefully you'll find yourself as aroused with this story as my brain is. Enjoy and review please! ;)