Autumn was probably their favorite season, between the two of them. Or, perhaps, it was just the season they found suited them best. In all honesty, it was hard to tell if even they knew which it was.

This autumn day they were out walking, barely speaking. Instead, they just enjoyed the colorful foliage and cool breezes. One of the perks to living in the middle of nowhere, they had all the scenery of the forest to themselves. There were no crowds to push through, no urban life disrupting nature.

It was peaceful.

As they strolled hand in hand, the breezes grew a bit stronger, lifting up the fallen leaves and blowing them past the couple.

Akbar turned to watch the leaves twirl off into the sky. Tilting his head, he breathed, "Wouldn't it be nice to be able to fly off with the leaves? Like a bird?"

Both Prussian and Canadian were quiet for a moment, before an idea struck Matt. Turning to Akbar, he wrapped his arms around the other's middle. The silverette assumed he was hugging him, and returned it by placing his arms around Matt's neck.

"Lift your lower legs," Matt commanded, grinning and tightening his grip around Akbar.

Akbar blinked. "Why?"

The Blonde huffed. "Just do it."

Bending his legs at the knees to bring them up, he felt Matt readjust them slightly.

Suddenly, they were spinning. His lover was whirling them around as fast as he could. At first, Akbar was shocked, but soon, he couldn't hold in his laughter. Matt spun them in circles, trying hard to maintain balance. He grinned right along with the Prussian.

The entire world was a flurry of color and light, blurring together with their spin. The strong autumn winds blew past in large gusts, adding to the effect.

It was amazing, and felt like flying.

Akbar, although it was rare for him even to smile, continued to laugh as Matt slowly put him down. Before he was fully back on the ground, Akbar leaned down to plant his lips on Matt's. Chuckling, Matt happily returned the gesture. It was a tender kiss, effectively showing how both felt in the moment. Pulling away, Akbar gave a small smile.

"Thank you," He whispered.

A/N: nyehehehehe fluff. Fluff is good. Fluffy fluffy fluffity fluff. Fluff fluff. Lots of fluff. Now the word fluff sounds funny. Heh. Ffflllluuuuuffff. Fluff is important, ya know. *whispers* embrace the fluff. . . .