Sorry for any errors, I don't have a beta reader! Thanks to the awesome people~!
I was listening to the song "Melt" by Miku!
Beeeeeeeeeeeep! Beeeeeeeeeeep!
The alarm clock rings loudly, waking me from my peaceful slumber. I groggily sit up, hitting the snooze button with a loud yawn, then stretching my arms upward for a small moment to relieve some of my muscles. Wiping the crust from my still sleepy eyes, a sudden thought came running through my mind, or, shall I say, you came to mind.
I immediately feel my face redden, bringing the covers up to my chin as if to hide the fact I'm completely flustered. You always were the first thing I thought about whenever waking up, well, actually, I can never seem to get your adorable face out of my mind. It's like you've permanently locked yourself in my thoughts, or was it my heart? Most likely both.
We had only known each other for at least six months, though, by now, we knew more about each other than anyone who has known us their whole entire lives. It was the start of a new school year, as usual, no one knew of my existence, leaving me to find my way around alone. I had moved into your neighborhood that same exact week with my slightly younger brother, Alfred, when I began coming to this high school, along with him.
I remember seeing you for the first time when I was helping my brother unload our red pickup truck, ending up dropping the heavy brown box onto his left foot, making him screech like a little girl. I paid no attention to his whining, instead, I found myself walking toward you, though it felt impulsively.
You had been sitting on your front porches steps, humming a slight tone while smiling at nothing in particular. Once I reached you, I felt my hands tighten into sweaty fists as I tried calming down my racing heart when your (Eye Color) orbs met my own deep blue irises. I was at lost for words, my bashful nature taking control over my body's actions. I wondered if you had already noticed my heated cheeks, especially when you focused your smiling face onto my flushed one.
You greeted me happily, holding your hand out for a shake. I desperately tried wiping my right hand behind me onto my shirt, not wanting you to feel the sticky sweat forming so quickly from my nervousness. Grasping your hand gently, I felt a sudden shock wave pass through me as soon as we touched, causing my already heated blush to increase greatly.
I believe you felt it as well, because your own cheeks, or maybe it was just my imagination, seemed to have taken on a slightly pink blush, making you look all the much cuter in my eyes. When I was about to respond to your 'hello', my idiot brother had to come ruin the moment by shouting "I, the awesome hero, has come to say hi! So...HI!" then shaking your hand wildly.
You sweat-dropped, but kept your joyful smile.
Asking for your name, he finally let go while coming to stand beside me, though I don't think he actually knew I was there to begin with. You replied giggling, telling us your name and asking for our own. Alfred immediately responded by saying you could call him either Alfred, Al, or even better, the hero, making me roll my eyes in a annoyed manner.
You simply nodded, letting your glinting orbs meet mine once again, heating my face in the process. I had answered quietly, "Matthew" coming out in a small whisper. My, shame to sometimes say, brother started freaking out about hearing a ghost, sprinting back towards our new two storied house. By doing this, he fell face first into a mud puddle. But did that stop him? Not a chance. He ran inside, and most likely, locked the door. Because a ghost wouldn't be able to get him if the door's locked, right? How are we related, seriously...
My knees felt weaken after hearing your laughter reach my ears, feeling as if I'd faint at any giving moment. It didn't make sense whatsoever, because this was my very first time meeting you. So, why did I feel more shy than usual around you after only about fifteen minutes of conversation? I felt like I was...
"YO, BRO, HOW'S IT GO!" Alfred obnoxiously yelled, slamming my door open without even knocking, though I've asked many times in the past that he should knock before entering. Did he ever listen? No. Should I borrow Elizaveta's frying pan? Yes. "Hey, that rhymed! Ahahahaha!"
I'll ask next week...If I don't get a hold of my hockey stick first...
With a annoyed sigh, I slowly get out of bed, waking...um, was his name Kumajiro? I think that's what my pet cat, which is white as snow, was named.(*) He opened his eyes, staring at me while curiously tilted his head.
"Meow?"
"I'm your owner!" It's like I knew what he was saying, even if Alfred gave me a strange look. I didn't care, making my way into the bathroom. Shutting the door softly, I came to stand in front of the mirror hanging above the sink. Looking back at my reflection, I feel a small tug lift my lips upward.
Yesterday, I had gotten my hair cut. Not much though, it still reached closely onto my shoulders. Just a different hair style, but that one curl wouldn't cooperate with me by staying up and not sleeking down with the rest. I considered getting it cut off, but then remembered hearing you say it was cute.
Hopefully, you'd notice my new look and ask about it. Then, I could say something witty or cool! Well, I haven't thought of anything yet, but I'm sure I'll think of something...No! I will! I-I have to be confident! It sounds so much easier than actually doing...
After a quick shower, wrapping a red and white towel around my waist, I step back into my room. Upon opening my door, I see Alfred...What the...
"Who's a good kitty? Who's a good kitty? Kitty, kitty, kitty! You're so cute! Roll over, roll over, kitty!" He was speaking in a baby-talk tone, holding the snow-white cat's tail upward while the cat laid on its back, pawing at his hand.
Tugging Kumajiro's tail harder, he didn't notice the cat's aggravated hiss. Bringing a paw up with claws out, Alfred didn't have time to blink an eye when his hand was suddenly scratched, making him drop the fat-cat's tail at once to clutch his now slightly bleeding hand.(*)
"OW, THAT HURT! Bad kitty! Bad!"
Rolling my eyes, which I always seem to do around him, I open my closet to find the perfect outfit to wear. Today, I was going to tell you my feelings! So, I had to look my best! But, just because I'm also part French, doesn't exactly mean I'm the best at fashion...Dress shirt? Too formal. Hoodie? Eh...
"Hey, Al...what should I wear?" When I asked, he looked around the room a bit with a fearful gaze.
"Oh my freakin' gosh! The ghost got into the house! BUT I LOCKED THE DOOR!"
"I'm not a ghost! I'm your brother!" My voice rises somewhat, two angry veins appearing onto my forehead. He turns to my direction, tilting his head left. Eyes squinting, his facial expression took on a look of hard thinking, making me almost scream from shock.
"Hey...I know you! You're...the mailman, right?" He only received a hockey puck to the face as an answer.
Stepping outside, after putting on a nice T-shirt that was designed like the Canadian flag and dark blue jeans, I breathe in the fresh morning air. Today, you were going to see me in a new light! Not just as your friend, but something more...I hope. I tried looking my best, because I really want to impress you. Maybe you will say I'm cute again? Coming from anyone else, I wouldn't care as much, but from you...it's a whole different story.
Again, you return at full force throughout my mind. Your eyes...hair...the way you laugh. I'm amazed my face hasn't melted off by now, because with each passing day, I feel myself falling more in-love with you, which causes my cheeks to burn badly from embarrassment whenever I try saying those three words I so desperately want you to hear. But, of course, my bashful personality doesn't help my situation at all.
"Hey, Matty!" A voice, the object of my affections, calls me by my nickname. I turn to see you running towards me at full speed, arms outstretched while smiling more cheerful than normally. I take a few steps back, thinking I should either run towards you as well, or run back into the house from fear.
I don't think long when I'm quickly tackled onto the ground, your arms wrapping tightly around my neck as I gasp for the breath that was knocked out of my lungs. Nervously, I let my own arms rest around your waist, hands stopping on the middle of your back. I blush brightly when I feel you nuzzle my left cheek, trying to keep myself from melting away right then and there.
Lifting your head up, you smile happily, not seeming to notice my crimson red cheeks. Though, by now, my whole body must be putting tomatoes to shame. And no, it wasn't for the fact you were straddling me, yet it definitely helped, it was because of your eyes staring back into mine.
Averting my gaze, I tighten my hold on you, trying with all my might not to kiss you. I feel terrified, scared you won't return my affections. And yet, I wonder how I can even get you to notice them without making myself look like a stuttering fool. How can I make you realize that...my heart belongs to no one but you.
"(N-N-Name,) what are you d-doing here?" I ask timidly, glancing at your adorable face, which resulted in making my heart-beat quicken to a great extent.
"Reason one, you're my best friend. Two, I wanted to see you. And three, it's your Birthday!" You answer cheerfully, sadly, at least for me, standing back up while helping me as well.
"You...Y-You remembered...!" I couldn't believe it, no one ever remembered my Birthday. Not even my own brother...or family.
"Heck yeah, why wouldn't I? I lov-I-I-I-I mean, you're my best friend!" You begin laughing nervously, blushing...? Either I've finally lost it, or you almost said those three words I'd die to hear if they came from your soft looking lips.
Without thinking, I pull you into a tight embrace, holding you as close as I possibly can. My heart was beating rapidly, face flushing exceedingly. I knew I loved you before, but now...I wasn't sure the word 'love' could come close in describing my feelings for you, since they felt so much more stronger.
You never forget me. Since we first met, you always knew who I was. Not once did you mistake me for Alfred, forgot my name, you actually could see me. I wasn't some shadow who disappeared, to be forgotten, whenever I was around you. My heart...it really does melt. Like now, it's melting in your warmth, and I'm sure you hear it as you lay your head onto my chest, closing your eyes in a blissful manner.
Giving myself a mental prep talk, I lift your chin, your gaze locking onto my for a split second before I finally, after all this time of desperate yearning, my lips crash onto yours in a loving kiss. Both my hands cup your own flushed face, while I feel yours slither around my neck.
Your lips move smoothly against mine, my heart fluttering into pure, blissful heaven. No words were needed, this kiss spoke for the both of us. I knew now that I wasn't the only one who felt such love, adoration, or completed whenever we were around each other.
Breaking the kiss, I knew we both felt like we're...
"Happy Birthday, Canada...I love you!"
….melting.
Extended ending.
"Oh, no! I forgot your present! I'll go get it now since my house is next to yours!"
"N-No need...You've already given me what I wanted."
"...What?"
Your answer was another long, sweet, kiss. Before we could fully enjoy it, a voice, I sometimes extremely loathe, yelled...
"(Name,) dude! Why are you kissing the air! Ahahahahaha!"
"...Matty, you have a hockey stick, right?"
"Y-Yes..."
"Go get it for me."
Oh, how I love you~
Happy Canada day and happy Birthday Canada! I completely forgot about it... Buuuut... THE HETALIA SEASON 4 DUB IS COMING OUT IN ONLY TWO MORE DAYS! YOSH! I can't wait to hear the tra-la-la song!
Cheesy romance FOR THE WIN!
And yes, I did abuse Alfred, even though I love him. Ya'know how it's always Canada getting hurt because of him? Well, since it is his Birthday, I let Alfred take his place. XD
(*) No one, in the real world, that I know of has a real polar bear as a pet, so he's a cat in this.
(*) IF YOU KNOW WHERE THIS IS FROM, I'LL LOVE YOU FOREVER!