"So..." I mummbled.
"Yeah..." she mummbled back. I want to impress her, but I don't know how. I mean, I never really impress anyone, no matter how amazing I think I am being. America has always outshined me anyways, so no one even really remembers I exsist. After listing things I think she would like in my head real quick, I finally thought of something.
"Hey, huh, North Pole, do you want to see how I make maple syrup?" Her beautiful, light brown eyes shined with joy, and she smiled.
"I would love that." The moment she said that, I gained some confidence I never thought I even had. It wasn't a lot though. So I proceeded to go to my car (I always carry the necassary materials to make maple syrup.), and get the things needed to make maple syrup. We continued to talk and notice how much we have in common as I looked for a good maple tree to use. When I did, I explained to her what I was doing, step by step. When I finished, she dipped her dainty pinky finger tip in it and tasted the syrup.
"Wow!" she exclaimed, "This is the best maple syrup I have ever tasted!" I blushed at the way her eyes matched the color of the syrup I had just made, and how she thought it was the best syrup she had ever tasted. I put the maple syrup into a jar I brought, and since she loved it so much, I gave it to her. "Oh no, you don't have to," she said politely.
"I can make it whenever I want, but you can't, and since you love it so much, it's yours," I explained. She was blushing and shaking again, as was I, as she took it from my hand.
"Th..tha...thank you." We sat in the woods there for a few awkward minutes, when she spoke again. "You know," she started, "I was worried you would also fall in love with my sister. I mean, everyone in fascinated with her, but deny I even exsist, or was even born in the first place. She is always outshining me, so I thought you would forget I even came on this date in the first place. People also yell at me too, because they think I am her and-"
We were leaning against the tree this whole time as we sat and talked, and I found myself doing something I never, EVER, thought I would do. I had fallen in love with her completely, and lost control. Interupting her speech, I had leaned over and kissed her on the lips, pinning her head against the maple tree. She didn't slap me or get angry at me though, but kissed me back! I couldn't believe this was actually happening! We were kissing very passionatly, like the people in America's soap operas do! For a brief moment, we also started kissing like France described to me one time (even though I didn't ask him), where you touch tounges. When that happened, we broke it off, realizing what we were doing. I tasted maple syrup mixed with lip gloss on my mouth. Both of our faces were crimson red and we were both voilently shaking.
"I...I...I'm...s...sor...sorry," I pleaded.
"No...it's okay...I...I...I actually enjoyed it," she whispered in my ear, even though no one else was there.
"W...well, in...that case, your mouth tasted like ma...maple s...sy...syr...syrup. Sw...sweeter actually, because your lip gloss made it taste a little berry-ish." I didn't know what she would say to that, but I definently wasn't expecting what she did instead. She rolled over onto me and kissed me again, and I couldn't help but kiss her back. But she was laying on me now, her warm body pressed against mine. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she ran her fingers through my hair. This kiss was longer and more passionate than our first one, for how long, I don't know, but I think it was passionate enough to be American (the ultimate passionate kiss I imagine would be a French one, since France is super perverted). Eventually, we had to break apart for air, and we were so out of breath, that we just stayed in that postion for a while, her body resting on mine.
"I...we...you...ummm...we should probably go find our sibilings to make sure they aren't doing something stupid," North Pole said as she rolled off and picked up the maple syrup. I got up and then helped her do the same. As I packed up the maple syrup stuff, we started to talk again, and noticed more things we had in common. We walked back to the car and managed to get all the tools in the trunk before America and the South Pole appeared out of nowhere and scared us.
"DUDE! WHAT WERE YOU GUYS DOING IN THE WOODS THAT INVOLVED ALL THAT STUFF AND CAUSED YOUR HAIR AND HER MAKEUP ALL MESSED UP?!" America explained as South Pole tried to hold back an extreme laughing fit. Explaining this was not going to be easy, and one sideways glance to North America where we met eye-contact. Apparently, neither of us knew what do in this situation, so we just stood there like idiots. Where should we even start this kind of story, I didn't know. But I knew I needed to figure it out soon, or knowing America, he would overexagrate what we were doing entirely.