Black Cat Love
"Dude... really?"
"Ya...so?"
"... it is just a cat."
"It is not! It is a black cat!"
Both you and your best friend America, aka Alfred F. Jones were standing in the living room of his house. You stand in front of Alfred holding up a black kitten with a red ribbon tied around its neck in a bow. It looks around at everything before bringing it's amber eyes back to Alfred's blue ones.
"Keep that thing away from me! It will bring me bad luck!" Alfred said backing up farther away from the kitten. "Dude, there is nothing real about that black cat mumbo jumbo" you say walking closer, "just pet her. Please? She needs somebody to love her."
"NEVER!" yells Alfred his a loud "heroic" voice, waking up Mathew (Canada) in the other room. "what are you guys talking about?" Mathew asks walking out of his room. "(y/n) keeps trying to get me to pet that evil thing in her arms!" Alfred yells to Mathew ducking behind him to hide from the ever watchful eyes of the kitten. "R-really?" Mathew looked at his brother with an odd look.
"Ya! Don't you know that black cats are bad luck!" "Y-ya." "So I refuse to go near that fur ball!" "Alfred F. Jones you are the biggest coward I have ever seen! It is just a kitten!" You say looking at your friend while trying to hide a blush trying to fight its way up your face. You have always had a small crush, switch that, huge crush on the soft-spoken Canadian man. You just could never tell him for fear of him not liking you back and destroying your friendship with him.
"At least Mathew is not afraid of her, are you?" "O-of course not. I-it is just a s-superstition." Mathew says walking toward you, reaching out to pet the kitten that was, now, nestling itself into the crook of your arm. Just then Alfred made a break for it by shoving his brother over, causing Mathew lose his balance and crash into you, causing both of you to fall down in a jumble of limbs. The kitten had jumped on the couch when she saw Mathew falling towards you and her. She looked very frightened by the scene but was alright.
You blink as you realise how close Mathew's face is in comparison to yours. "I have only one chance at this" you think. You lean forward just a bit closer, an inch, and gently brushed your lips against Mathew's. You blush even harder as you look into his wide violet eyes. You jumped a bit when he leans into it a tad bit. His lips tasted sweet, like maple syrup
Both of you break apart blushing bright red. "wow..." you said after a bit. "umm... iloveyousomuchandiwishyouwouldbemygirlfriend!" It took a few seconds to understand what he had said. "o-oh!" You both get up blushing like mad.
"I would love to." you said with a smile on your face. "R-Really!" Mathew jumps up and just about tackle hug you, picking you up and swinging you around laughing with happiness.
Both of you could not be happier and yes the kitten was fine. She ended up with a good home... with you and Mathew. lol