Hi!
First of all, I want to thank you for taking some time off your day to read this! I really appreciate it, and I hope you'll enjoy!
This is my first time writing in this fandom/for this ship, so I'm sorry if the characters are a bit OOC.

Tim is the human name I chose for Netherlands, Matthew is Canada's.

And now, without further ado, the first prompt: Autumn!

The leaves crushed under their feet as they walked among the trees. Their breath came out in little clouds, the warmth of their breath contrasting with the cold November air. Peacefully, the pair walked through the woods, although one would say they made an odd couple. One of them had wavy, shoulder-length blond hair and framed violet eyes. He wore a red hoodie with a white maple leaf on it, and wore faded jeans. The other was tall, with spiked, blond hair and green eyes. He wore a white and blue striped scarf, under which a coat was visible. The taller one shivered.

''Cold already?'' the shorter one asked teasingly, though one could easily hear the concern in his voice.

''It's freezing, Matt,'' the older one complained.

''No it isn't.''

''Maybe not for you, but normally, it isn't this cold, especially not in November.''

Matt rolled his eyes. ''What, you want me to go home and get your hat for you?''

''Oh no. No no no no no. No. I'm not gonna wear that hat. Though I wouldn't say no to the idea of going home.'' After a second, he added, ''And get that grin off your face. You'll never see me in that hat.''

''Aww, c'mon Tim! Please? I won't tell anyone, and I won't make any pics!''

At this, Tim turned. ''Matthew Williams, if you even think about taking a picture while I'm wearing that hat-''

''Oh, calm down, would you? It's just a hat! Besides, you look cute with it!'' Grinning wildly, Matthew spun around to face his boyfriend, who had stopped. A blush was spreading on his cheeks, and not just from the cold.

'''M not cute,'' he mumbled, cheeks burning. Matthew walked back and kissed his cheek. ''Sure. Keep telling yourself that.''

Walking forward, Matthew yelled over his shoulder, ''Hurry up, let's get home!''

''Alright, I can make us some tea or some hot cocoa, whatever you feel like.'' Tim called out from the kitchen, debating whether he should make got cocoa or tea.

''Tea!'' was the answer he got from Matthew, who was picking up all the blankets in the house and piling them on the couch. Rain was tapping at the windows, creating a calm background noise. It was all very cute and domestic. It made Tim smile. He smiled wider when he felt two arms wrapping themselves around his waist. Matthew had sneaked up to him and was now snuggling up against him. ''What're you smiling about?'' he asked in a soft voice.

''About you, and me, and us.'' Turning around, he snuck his own arms around Matthew and kissed his forehead. ''Now, why don't you go back to hogging all the blankets, while I finish our tea?''

Matthew smiled up brightly at him and went back to the living room. Turning back to the counter, he filled a kettle with some water and let it boil. He got two teacups and tea bags out from a cupboard, as well as some maple syrup. He snorted. The day that Matt doesn't want maple syrup with his tea or anything else is the day that the world ends, he thought. Hell, he probably has some sort of secret bunker filled with it, just in case of some sort of apocalypse. Oh well, who was he to deny his little tulip anything?

The kettle whistled, signalling that the tea was finally boiling. He filled the teacups with the water, and took them into the living room. Matthew had just finished piling all the blankets on the couch, though there were probably more blankets than there was couch. Smiling, he shook his head and put the teacups down. Then, he went into the kitchen again to grab the teabags and maple syrup, as well as some cookies.

When he finally sat down on the couch, Matthew started rearranging the blankets around them. When after a few minutes the blankets lay good enough for them both, they made themselves some tea. Matthew snuggled himself against Tim's side. They just lay against each other, enjoying themselves and listening to the rain.

As had sort of became their ritual, Mathew insisted that Tim took a sip of his tea. After a moment, in which he looked like he was debating the taste, he said, ''It's really sweet.''

Rolling his eyes and smacking his arm, Matthew told him, ''That's the whole point, smartass.''

After this, they calmly continued to sip their tea. Tim, who was done faster than Matthew, ran his hands through Matthew's hair and looked at him, lost in his thoughts. At some point, he must have started to smile, because Matthew looked at him and asked, ''What are you smiling about?''

''Nothing much, just that you're more like Arthur and Francis than you sometimes realise.'' At the shocked and slightly embarrassed look he got, his smile became soft. ''That's not a bad thing, Matt, but really, tea?''

''Hey, nothing's wrong with a good cup of tea!'' At the amused look he got, Matthew started. ''Oh God, I really sound like Arthur.''

He looked over to Tim, who was now laughing. ''Hey! Stop laughing!''

When the laughter didn't stop, he grabbed a pillow off the couch and smacked Tim with it. The laughing immediately stopped, and a startled silence took its place. ''Matthew, I love you, but what the fu-'' the older man started to say, but he got cut off by another pillow being smacked on his face.

''Matt, I'm not having a pillow fi-'' he tried again, only to be cut off by a damn pillow again. He grinned and grabbed a pillow. ''Oh, it's on.''

No one was really sure what exactly happened, except for the fact that a legendary pillow fight took place. It ended when Matthew pinned Tim on top of the couch (which was still more blankets than couch), before tickling him merciless.

''Surrender!''

''N-No!'' Tim managed to exclaim between laughter.

''Surrender!''

''N-Never!''

This went on for several minutes, in which Matthew's tickling became more frantic and Tim looked like he was about to explode from laughter. Tears were rolling down his cheeks, and his whole face was red. He was gasping for breath.

''Alright! Alright! I'll surrender!'' he managed to gasp out between laughter and gasps for air. Matthew finally stopped tickling him and got off him. Tim gasped for sweet, sweet air for a couple of seconds, before finally being able to breath like a normal human being again.

When he got himself together a bit, Matthew cuddled up against his side and mumbled, ''Sorry.''

Tim smiled. ''It's alright, rabbit. No harm done here.'' He kissed Matt's forehead, and then his nose, and his cheeks, which made Matthew laugh. Then he kissed Matthew's lips, which tasted like tea and maple syrup. Matthew always tasted of maple syrup.

When they finally parted, they cuddled up again and just listened to the rain. After a few minutes of silence, Tim spoke up again. What he said, made Matthew smile again.

''I love you.''

Again, thank you so much for reading this! It's really appreciated!

I just see their relationship as relaxed, open, honest and just downright cute. Oh, and they tease eachother constantly. Oh and lets not forget that Tim is ticklish. Also Tim's pet names for Mattie include 'rabbit' and 'tulip', fight me about this (actually please don't)

I probably enjoyed writing the pillow fight scene way too much, I'm pretty sure I was just grinning the whole time I wrote it and I think that now my family is convinced that I'm insane but oh well. Who cares XD

Like I said, this is my first time writing this ship, and English isn't my first language, so sorry for any mistakes! And please tell me what you think!

(Oh, and the hat they're talking about in the beginning is a white hat with rabbit ears and a ":3' face on the front. It was a gift from Femke (Belgium) to Tim. Tim is embarrassed about it, while Matthew thinks it's cute.)

And I'm sorry if the updates on this are few and far in between, school has started and it's keeping me really busy! I'll try to write as much as I can in between the homework, assinments and tests, so I hope to get up the next prompt soon!