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Matt pulled the warm Orange blankets off him and stood up on the dark wood floors. The cold surrounding his feet, sending a chill up his spine and goose bumps forming on his arms.
A surge of pain shot up his back as he tried to straighten himself, and he could feel a deep throbbing withing him.
Oh how it stung.
Matt rubbed his soft violet eyes, bags already forming under them. He stretched, his joints popping making him not ache as badly as before. He was still tired and he knew it, but his body just wouldn't let him sleep anymore. No matter how much he needed it. He walked slowly out of the room walking down the plain white hallway decorated by paintings of tulips. They were all different shades and hues of reds,yellows,oranges,pinks and a variety of more. Looking at them made a small smile on the young Canadians face.
They all meant something.
Red meaning, the true declaration of love.
Yellow, meant cheerful thoughts or there is sunshine in your smile.
Cream, I will love you forever.
White, symbolizes heaven, newness, and purity.
Purple, royalty.
Pink, affection.
And Orange meant, energy, enthusiasm, desire, and passion..
And every year since Canada freed The Netherlands from Germany during World War 2, Lars had sent tulips to his country(and some to him personally) every year. The orange ones were always Lars' favorite. They were so vibrant and bright, they always cheered Lars up some no matter what kind of mood he was in.
Matt remembered how quiet Lars had become after the war.. Even to Matt the one person that actually cared enough to save him (though Lars claimed he didn't need to be saved. And eventually he would have freed himself he just was unprepared. Matt of course agreed with it trying to save Lars' pride. And not to anger the tall nation.) Lars of course was very grateful even if he didn't exactly show it. It had been 71 year since then.. And Matt had seemingly gotten closer to him. Even if they weren't what you could call 'best friends'.
Matt could hear a quiet sizzling noise coming from the kitchen, a quite familiar one at that. He walked down the huge staircase and went to the right where the kitchen was. It was a good sized kitchen. Granite counter tops, a big stain-less steel fridge, and everything a chef would love to have in his or her own kitchen.
Lars looked over his left shoulder to the doorway where Matt stood looking over the kitchen.
"Goedemorgen." He greeted.
"Morning" Matt whispered. His voice drowned out by a yawn.
The wonderful aroma of pancakes filled the air, making Matt's mouth water. There looked to be a mountain of them on a plate next to Lars. 'I must a died and gone to pancake heaven!' Matt thought almost jumping at the idea.
Lars smiled at the face of excitement Matt was making.
"Somebody's excited.." Lars said just loud enough for Matt to hear.
And with that there was a smack to Lars' back making the taller nation chuckle.
Matt looked up at Lars with a soft smile on his lips. He loved how he was just about the only one who really noticed him. Well besides Ukraine. He loved Ukraine he really did and if he was straight he would of probably have asked her out. But he didn't think of her in that way. Well that and her psychotic brother and deranged sister would of killed him. No exaggeration.
Hope you guys like the chapter! Please review and give me any tips if ya can or anything you would like to see happen cause I'm kind of stumped. Anyways have a great thanksgiving! And sorry for short chappy!
Translation:
Goedemorgen- Good morning (dutch)
Shouldn't have been that hard to figure out! Woooh only one translation in this chapter lucky me!