Maple Syrup: FrancexCanada
Canada flushed as France slipped the fork out of his mouth. His pink tongue moved deliberately, languidly across his lips, licking the remaining maple syrup off of them.
"D-do you like them?" Canada stuttered, blue-violet eyes downcast. He shoved his own pancakes back and forth across his plate with one hand and used the other to fidget with a napkin.
France didn't reply for several moments. Instead, he took another bite of his meal. Canada had never seen anyone eat a pancake so elegantly. Giving up on receiving a reply, Canada shoved a forkful of pancakes into his mouth. His lips dribbled with maple syrup, and he reached for the napkin when he felt a hand rest upon his own. He glanced up and met France's eyes.
"Mon cheri." France leaned down, his breath tickling Canada's reddening cheeks. "They are delicious." He pressed his lips to Canada's in a kiss, his tongue not missing a single bit of maple syrup as it flickered across his lips and into his mouth.