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Canada x reader fluffy lemon :3 (part fweee!!!)

(I may or may not have been delayed in doing this for a multitude of reasons, but here it is ^^ oh, and my next fanfiction will have italics too, thanks to some help from a fan
edit: fixed the italics for all of my fanfictions :3)

A year has passed since the last day of term 1 at your old school... and so much has happened between you and Canada. You both watched Titanic together, causing you to think that perhaps he should attempt to draw you naked, since he draws you often, only to have him become incredibly shy and ‘forget’ his art supplies when visiting. Then there was when you bought him a polar bear plushie with the name tag ‘Kumajirou’ for his birthday, which he instantly became attached to in an adorable way. You even once heard him sleep talking to it when he fell asleep on your couch one night cuddling the soft bear, saying softly ‘I’m Canada, your owner.’ Then there was prom, which was one of your happiest memories... he dressed very formally in his grand-dad’s old Canadian soldiers uniform, and you dressed in a really beautiful (f/c) dress, that made his bluish-purple eyes glow with love. You danced for most of the night, and took several cute photos together, and it was so much fun! Then, there was your first kiss together... awkward yet endearing, and very soft. Learning how to ice skate with him was really cool and even though you fell down a few times, he always picked you up again... Also, spending Christmas with him eating pancakes with maple syrup, opening pressies of many treasured things, and falling asleep in the same bed snuggled up for warmth... so many beautiful memories and many more to come in your life together with his quiet yet loving company.

Yet today is very special... the first anniversary since you both confessed to each other in the art classroom. You had devised a plan too... even though you were visiting his place for dinner... this would be the night you claimed him. Of course you wanted to be patient, and understood his shyness... but since you had a healthy young adult sex drive, it was becoming increasingly difficult to not suddenly pounce and ravage him. So, regardless on if he was ready or not, you’re utterly determined for the memory of your first time together to be tonight. You went shopping and found adorable matching bra and underwear, nothing too much so that you are uncomfortable, but a simple white with the Canadian maple leaf on them, and a little lace. There was an adorable polar bear set of ears, fuzzy paws and matching boots, as well as a fluffy bra and underwear set which you decided would be best saved for another time. Then you even went to such lengths as slathering yourself in maple syrup, so you smelled absolutely delicious... and you also made a collage art piece of chibi-Canada, polar bears, moose, snowy mountains, maple syrup and pancakes, and a range of other symbolic Canadian drawings and watercolours framed for him so he can hang it anywhere. Hmm... how am I going to go about this... do I ask? Or maybe... be really suggestive? What if he really isn’t ready... but then what if he is too shy to ask...? Well, in any case, this will be an interesting night. You giggle softly, finish the final touches to your appearance, and all ready to go, you make your way to Canada’s place.

~~~ (I’m-not-sure-how-to-write-the-dinner-without-it-seeming-awkward-time-skip) ~~~

Yummmmmm!!! Sighing contentedly, with a tummy full of delicious food cooked with love by your Canadian man, you smile and relax on the couch. ‘Hmm...’ Canada sits next to you and leans towards you, apparently smelling you. ‘_____, why do you smell like maple syrup?’ he asks curiously. Wow, I wasn’t expecting to have to answer that so soon! Blushing you mumble something unintelligible. You look at him to see that he is still curious, and take a deep breath. Blushing, you say slightly louder ‘I got maple syrup all over me today...’ Ahhhhh! I can’t say it! ‘And...’ Say it say it say it say it ‘I... umm...’ Stop being a pussy! You take another deep breath, mustering all of your remaining courage, and manage to say ‘IdiditbecauseIreallywanttohavesexwithyou!!!’ Although, as soon as you say it you immediately shut up, go intensely crimson and hide your face into a couch pillow. You have no idea how he is reacting to this and you really want to know but are conflicted because of your overwhelming urge to hide so you kind-of stay in stalemate for a while with the awkward silence stretching longer. A sudden wave of guilt also engulfs you, because even though you know how shy he is you feel as if you were too selfish and weren’t caring about what he might feel about it. The not knowing becomes unbearable and you relent, having to know if you had just made a serious mistake or not. You peek past the pillow. He isn’t looking at you, but is hiding his face behind his soft wavy hair. Dropping the pillow, your hand gently brushes his hair away so you can see his face, whispering ‘Matthew?’ You look to see his equally crimson face as he bites his lower lip, drawing a small amount of blood, and his eyes shyly looking at your (e/c) eyes. You move closer to him and look down as you murmur ‘I can wait if you’re not ready but you are so adorable and I cannot stop thinking about it and I look at you sometimes and have to force myself to not ravage you and... And I don’t- I really don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable... I love you so much Matthew.’ Your eyes drift down and notice... Wait... is that...? ‘Ah! _____! Don’t look!!!’ he exclaims before hurriedly jumping off the couch and running to his room.

You sit there in stunned silence for a moment before you get up and wander to his room. Canada was too panicked that he didn’t even close the door. You glance into his room to find him hiding underneath the doona. It definitely was... had to be... Slowly, you remove your clothes except for your bra and underwear. Taking a deep breath you sit on the side of the bed, and lie on top of the doona, and cuddle up to the lump that is a hiding Canada. You wait for a few minutes, staying still. I don’t know what to do... do I pretend to be asleep? Would that be easier for him? You shiver slightly as the body warmth dissipates and sends chills down your skin. It isn’t the warmest night, and without being covered too well, you start getting quite cold. You snuggle closer, trying to keep warm, yet you continue to shiver. After a few more shivers, you feel Canada move under the doona, causing you hop off the bed. You see his head cautiously appear from under the doona, looking utterly cute. He seems to be less shy now that he is partially hidden, and even when he notices that you aren’t wearing much, he still doesn’t retreat. He notices your shivering, and his love for you overcomes his shyness in that moment. ‘Uh... do you want to... get under the doona with me _____? It’s too cold... but warm under the blankets...’ he says quietly.

You smile softly and slip under the doona, feeling the sudden warmth. You sigh with bliss and close your eyes. His warm hand gently rests on your arm, and you hear his light gasp of surprise. ‘Oh! You’re really cold... umm...’ You hear lots of rustling, but don’t open your eyes. Until that is, you feel his really warm and soft body snuggle up to yours, without any clothes except his boxers, which seem to match your remaining clothes. He gazes into your eyes and you smile softly. Canada’s both ice blue and violet eyes appear slightly scared, but they also show love, affection and a little excitement. Both of you are blushing and you melt into the beautiful feeling of being heated up by his body warmth; he is the best heater you have ever come across, and you wrap your arms around his bare back, feeling him shiver by either your freezing hands or the feeling of your hands over his sensitive skin. He’s so soft... and so waaaaaaaarrrrrmmmmmmmm........ You feel his arms wrap around your body as well, marvelling in the trail of heat that follows his hands. You sigh blissfully, run a hand through his hair, and you nuzzle your head under his neck, hearing his rapid and strong pulse. You snuggle closer to him, feeling so happy just being with him like this. You feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes, you can smell his scent of fresh snow and pine needles, and you don’t need to see anything, especially since you’re both under the doona, so you gently close your eyes... not from being tired, but being content.

You hear his heart flutter for a moment, causing you to become curious, although when you feel his hand move to your back and undo the bra clasp... your entire body flushes and you help him take off your bra, realising that he may be interested in more than just body heat. Once it is off, Canada caresses your body again, flinching slightly when he feels your breasts against his chest. You giggle softly and your hand moves to his face, removing his glasses. Neither of you need to see, and while it also causes him to be less shy, it also makes everything more intimate. You breathe on his neck, and gently press your lips against his skin. You slowly trail the light kisses down his collarbone while your hands move towards his hair, and you readjust yourself so that your lips move over his neck and lightly rests on his jaw-line. You feel his arms trail up and down your back, slowly making their way to your shoulders. Your lips finally find his, and you exhale in surprise when he roughly kisses your lips, biting softly and tasting your upper lip. He suddenly moans and breaks away from the kiss.

You don’t realise what happened until you move your hand resting on the top of his head, and hear him mutter ‘s'il vous plaît... mon curl... très sensible... Je ne peux pas...’ Canada’s body becomes flushed red as you realise that your fingers were on his curl. Hmm... seems like a spot of weakness... ‘Oh! Uh... sorry... do you want me to stop touching your curl?’ you ask mildly curious. His breathing is very erratic, making it difficult for him to speak. He manages to reply ‘Oui... donc je ne... mettre dans l'embarras...moi-même...’ You’re still very curious, but decide that it may be too early. It is also a good thing you know French, so you carefully remove your hand from his hair, but accidentally pull lightly just as your hand becomes free from his adorable curl. He flinches and almost growls as he descends upon your lips with an intense ferocity. Oh... so he isn’t shy if I play with his curl a little... I will remember that... heheheheheheh You respond with the same amount of vigour and as you break away to breathe, Canada takes full advantage and begins to French kiss you. After he has explored your mouth, he begins to softly kiss, as if he was regaining control over himself.

As your mind clears a little, you realise his hands are very close to your breasts. You lightly grasp his hand and gently rest it on your breast. His hands are very warm... and they tenderly rub on the soft skin. You whimper quietly. As his head travels lower, Canada’s hair tickles your neck. A hand drifts off your breast to rest on your waist, and his mouth lightly kisses where his hand once was. Your skin becomes alight with fire as he lightly fondles your chest with his fingers and mouth. You try to muffle any noise but in such close proximity you know he can hear you. Reaching for his boxers, you slowly take them off him, and then remove your panties, while he is distracted with your personal marshmallows. You then hold the hand that was resting on your waist, and shift it towards a more sensitive area... whispering ‘s'il vous plaît...’ You feel him nod slightly, and his fingers slowly reach to the moist area between your legs, exploring the uncharted territory. You stiffen and moan softly as Canada studies your body and its reactions to his touch. He then stops his attention to your breasts, and rests his head between them, as if to listen to your heart beat... yet his hand between your legs continues to search. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, as your breathing hitches and heart skips a beat. ‘Hmm...’ his searching now complete, he then begins teasing you.

He uses his hearing and touch to determine where and what causes you to near your release. The more he succeeds at making you writhe and whimper beneath him; it seems that he becomes more confident. His hand hesitantly moves away. ‘Uh... _____... are you... ready? It’s starting to get painful...’ he quietly asks. Oh! He must have had that... member excited... for a while... Your gut clenches in mild anticipation because you know what will happen next. ‘Yes... um... and I hope you want it too... and that you don’t feel forced to do this... uhh... I trust you... Matthew...’ you then open your legs wider and hold his hand. ‘Of course I want to... I have for a while... I just... got really shy whenever I thought about it... and you looked so cute hiding behind the pillow... I guess I knew you would eventually bring it up, but I didn’t realise you were shy about it too’ he laughs softly ‘I am a little nervous though... but I am ready... I love you _____.’ He then kisses your cheek, causing a little nervous giggle from you, and you murmur back ‘je t'aime trop Matthew.’ Your lips meet his as he pushes through your defence, and takes your virginity, as you take his.

Canada patiently waits for the pain to subside, and distracts himself with kissing and holding you. A few tears fell from your cheeks, but with both of your eyes closed, it didn’t really matter. You were clutching to his hand, and your other was entangled in his hair, yet away from his curl. His other hand was around your shoulders, holding you close. When the pain finally ebbed away to leave a tingling sensitivity, you adjusted yourself so he was beneath you. You tentatively moved and heard him take a sudden intake of air. You didn’t really know what to do, so you rocked your hips back and forth, to hear a soft moan escape Canada’s lips. So... I just... move like this... it... it’s so hard to think... You continued to move your hips, still holding his hand, as the pleasure and heat increased. Not long after you started, he also started thrust in synchronised movements to yours, hearing him groan and you produce embarrassing sounds. Also, with both of your hearing heightened, the noises made from where he was within you was exceedingly arousing, to say the least. His other hand moved down your back to your bum cheek, gently squeezing it and making you squeak. Both of you had very little self-control, and it wasn’t long until you were both close to the euphoric release.

‘Nnnngh... _____... how... close...?’ he asks, with difficulty. ‘Ah! I-I’m... nearly...’ you replied, but weren’t able to say much else as you shifted your body slightly, so that he was now directly hitting your weakest spot. You almost collapse on him with each strong thrust pounding your weakness. Canada seems to notice this, and even though he is extremely close, he goes faster, feeling you tighten and gasp ‘Ma-ah!-mmMMATTHEW!!!’ just as your body is coursing with wave after wave of utter euphoric pleasure. As soon as you reach your climax, he cannot hold on any longer and releases with a cry of your name. You lie on top of him, gasping for air. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around you while he regains his breath. You nuzzle your head under his neck again, with your hand resting on his neck and the other gently holding his head, with his soft blonde hair between your fingers. Once you both have calmed down, you get off him and snuggle next to him, almost asleep from exhaustion. Canada holds you and gives you a sweet kiss. No words were said, and neither were they necessary, for both of you were sound asleep, and blissfully happy to rest in each other’s arms.

~~~ the morning after <3 ~~~

Canada woke first, and accidentally startled you awake from his sudden flinch. ‘Hmm? Morning Canada... how was your sleep?’ you ask sleepily. You then remember the night and the fact that both of you are still naked and in need of a shower, not that you had any problem with the smell. You turn to see a very bright red Canadian smiling at you. ‘I-it was really good... sorry I woke you... uh... shall we have a shower... or breakfast first?’ he quietly asks. Before you get the chance to reply, your stomach rumbles making both of you laugh. ‘The shower can wait... pancakes and maple syrup comes first!’ you happily reply. You then wrap yourself in the doona, give him a quick kiss, and drag you and the blanket to the kitchen. You hear Canada laugh behind you and to your surprise he tackles you and gives you a massive polar bear hug. ‘You’re my marshmallow with hot chocolate and maple syrup with pancakes! Je t'aime _____, et merci pour la nuit mieux anniversaire jamais! I’ll make the breakfast, and the pancakes will be heart shaped!!!’ He gives you another squeeze, and leaves you as a blushing, smiling, and giggling blanket-wrapped-burrito to make the yummiest breakfast cooked while seemingly oblivious to his nakedness.

The end :3

:D (Big Grin) — Description
Canada x reader fluffy lemon :3 (part fweee!!!)

(I may or may not have been delayed in doing this for a multitude of reasons, but here it is ^^ oh, and my next fanfiction will have italics too, thanks to some help from a fan
edit: fixed the italics for all of my fanfictions :3)

A year has passed since the last day of term 1 at your old school... and so much has happened between you and Canada. You both watched Titanic together, causing you to think that perhaps he should attempt to draw you naked, since he draws you often, only to have him become incredibly shy and ‘forget’ his art supplies when visiting. Then there was when you bought him a polar bear plushie with the name tag ‘Kumajirou’ for his birthday, which he instantly became attached to in an adorable way. You even once heard him sleep talking to it when he fell asleep on your couch one night cuddling the soft bear, saying softly ‘I’m Canada, your owner.’ Then there was prom, which was one of your happiest memories... he dressed very formally in his grand-dad’s old Canadian soldiers uniform, and you dressed in a really beautiful (f/c) dress, that made his bluish-purple eyes glow with love. You danced for most of the night, and took several cute photos together, and it was so much fun! Then, there was your first kiss together... awkward yet endearing, and very soft. Learning how to ice skate with him was really cool and even though you fell down a few times, he always picked you up again... Also, spending Christmas with him eating pancakes with maple syrup, opening pressies of many treasured things, and falling asleep in the same bed snuggled up for warmth... so many beautiful memories and many more to come in your life together with his quiet yet loving company.

Yet today is very special... the first anniversary since you both confessed to each other in the art classroom. You had devised a plan too... even though you were visiting his place for dinner... this would be the night you claimed him. Of course you wanted to be patient, and understood his shyness... but since you had a healthy young adult sex drive, it was becoming increasingly difficult to not suddenly pounce and ravage him. So, regardless on if he was ready or not, you’re utterly determined for the memory of your first time together to be tonight. You went shopping and found adorable matching bra and underwear, nothing too much so that you are uncomfortable, but a simple white with the Canadian maple leaf on them, and a little lace. There was an adorable polar bear set of ears, fuzzy paws and matching boots, as well as a fluffy bra and underwear set which you decided would be best saved for another time. Then you even went to such lengths as slathering yourself in maple syrup, so you smelled absolutely delicious... and you also made a collage art piece of chibi-Canada, polar bears, moose, snowy mountains, maple syrup and pancakes, and a range of other symbolic Canadian drawings and watercolours framed for him so he can hang it anywhere. Hmm... how am I going to go about this... do I ask? Or maybe... be really suggestive? What if he really isn’t ready... but then what if he is too shy to ask...? Well, in any case, this will be an interesting night. You giggle softly, finish the final touches to your appearance, and all ready to go, you make your way to Canada’s place.

~~~ (I’m-not-sure-how-to-write-the-dinner-without-it-seeming-awkward-time-skip) ~~~

Yummmmmm!!! Sighing contentedly, with a tummy full of delicious food cooked with love by your Canadian man, you smile and relax on the couch. ‘Hmm...’ Canada sits next to you and leans towards you, apparently smelling you. ‘_____, why do you smell like maple syrup?’ he asks curiously. Wow, I wasn’t expecting to have to answer that so soon! Blushing you mumble something unintelligible. You look at him to see that he is still curious, and take a deep breath. Blushing, you say slightly louder ‘I got maple syrup all over me today...’ Ahhhhh! I can’t say it! ‘And...’ Say it say it say it say it ‘I... umm...’ Stop being a pussy! You take another deep breath, mustering all of your remaining courage, and manage to say ‘IdiditbecauseIreallywanttohavesexwithyou!!!’ Although, as soon as you say it you immediately shut up, go intensely crimson and hide your face into a couch pillow. You have no idea how he is reacting to this and you really want to know but are conflicted because of your overwhelming urge to hide so you kind-of stay in stalemate for a while with the awkward silence stretching longer. A sudden wave of guilt also engulfs you, because even though you know how shy he is you feel as if you were too selfish and weren’t caring about what he might feel about it. The not knowing becomes unbearable and you relent, having to know if you had just made a serious mistake or not. You peek past the pillow. He isn’t looking at you, but is hiding his face behind his soft wavy hair. Dropping the pillow, your hand gently brushes his hair away so you can see his face, whispering ‘Matthew?’ You look to see his equally crimson face as he bites his lower lip, drawing a small amount of blood, and his eyes shyly looking at your (e/c) eyes. You move closer to him and look down as you murmur ‘I can wait if you’re not ready but you are so adorable and I cannot stop thinking about it and I look at you sometimes and have to force myself to not ravage you and... And I don’t- I really don’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable... I love you so much Matthew.’ Your eyes drift down and notice... Wait... is that...? ‘Ah! _____! Don’t look!!!’ he exclaims before hurriedly jumping off the couch and running to his room.

You sit there in stunned silence for a moment before you get up and wander to his room. Canada was too panicked that he didn’t even close the door. You glance into his room to find him hiding underneath the doona. It definitely was... had to be... Slowly, you remove your clothes except for your bra and underwear. Taking a deep breath you sit on the side of the bed, and lie on top of the doona, and cuddle up to the lump that is a hiding Canada. You wait for a few minutes, staying still. I don’t know what to do... do I pretend to be asleep? Would that be easier for him? You shiver slightly as the body warmth dissipates and sends chills down your skin. It isn’t the warmest night, and without being covered too well, you start getting quite cold. You snuggle closer, trying to keep warm, yet you continue to shiver. After a few more shivers, you feel Canada move under the doona, causing you hop off the bed. You see his head cautiously appear from under the doona, looking utterly cute. He seems to be less shy now that he is partially hidden, and even when he notices that you aren’t wearing much, he still doesn’t retreat. He notices your shivering, and his love for you overcomes his shyness in that moment. ‘Uh... do you want to... get under the doona with me _____? It’s too cold... but warm under the blankets...’ he says quietly.

You smile softly and slip under the doona, feeling the sudden warmth. You sigh with bliss and close your eyes. His warm hand gently rests on your arm, and you hear his light gasp of surprise. ‘Oh! You’re really cold... umm...’ You hear lots of rustling, but don’t open your eyes. Until that is, you feel his really warm and soft body snuggle up to yours, without any clothes except his boxers, which seem to match your remaining clothes. He gazes into your eyes and you smile softly. Canada’s both ice blue and violet eyes appear slightly scared, but they also show love, affection and a little excitement. Both of you are blushing and you melt into the beautiful feeling of being heated up by his body warmth; he is the best heater you have ever come across, and you wrap your arms around his bare back, feeling him shiver by either your freezing hands or the feeling of your hands over his sensitive skin. He’s so soft... and so waaaaaaaarrrrrmmmmmmmm........ You feel his arms wrap around your body as well, marvelling in the trail of heat that follows his hands. You sigh blissfully, run a hand through his hair, and you nuzzle your head under his neck, hearing his rapid and strong pulse. You snuggle closer to him, feeling so happy just being with him like this. You feel his chest rise and fall as he breathes, you can smell his scent of fresh snow and pine needles, and you don’t need to see anything, especially since you’re both under the doona, so you gently close your eyes... not from being tired, but being content.

You hear his heart flutter for a moment, causing you to become curious, although when you feel his hand move to your back and undo the bra clasp... your entire body flushes and you help him take off your bra, realising that he may be interested in more than just body heat. Once it is off, Canada caresses your body again, flinching slightly when he feels your breasts against his chest. You giggle softly and your hand moves to his face, removing his glasses. Neither of you need to see, and while it also causes him to be less shy, it also makes everything more intimate. You breathe on his neck, and gently press your lips against his skin. You slowly trail the light kisses down his collarbone while your hands move towards his hair, and you readjust yourself so that your lips move over his neck and lightly rests on his jaw-line. You feel his arms trail up and down your back, slowly making their way to your shoulders. Your lips finally find his, and you exhale in surprise when he roughly kisses your lips, biting softly and tasting your upper lip. He suddenly moans and breaks away from the kiss.

You don’t realise what happened until you move your hand resting on the top of his head, and hear him mutter ‘s'il vous plaît... mon curl... très sensible... Je ne peux pas...’ Canada’s body becomes flushed red as you realise that your fingers were on his curl. Hmm... seems like a spot of weakness... ‘Oh! Uh... sorry... do you want me to stop touching your curl?’ you ask mildly curious. His breathing is very erratic, making it difficult for him to speak. He manages to reply ‘Oui... donc je ne... mettre dans l'embarras...moi-même...’ You’re still very curious, but decide that it may be too early. It is also a good thing you know French, so you carefully remove your hand from his hair, but accidentally pull lightly just as your hand becomes free from his adorable curl. He flinches and almost growls as he descends upon your lips with an intense ferocity. Oh... so he isn’t shy if I play with his curl a little... I will remember that... heheheheheheh You respond with the same amount of vigour and as you break away to breathe, Canada takes full advantage and begins to French kiss you. After he has explored your mouth, he begins to softly kiss, as if he was regaining control over himself.

As your mind clears a little, you realise his hands are very close to your breasts. You lightly grasp his hand and gently rest it on your breast. His hands are very warm... and they tenderly rub on the soft skin. You whimper quietly. As his head travels lower, Canada’s hair tickles your neck. A hand drifts off your breast to rest on your waist, and his mouth lightly kisses where his hand once was. Your skin becomes alight with fire as he lightly fondles your chest with his fingers and mouth. You try to muffle any noise but in such close proximity you know he can hear you. Reaching for his boxers, you slowly take them off him, and then remove your panties, while he is distracted with your personal marshmallows. You then hold the hand that was resting on your waist, and shift it towards a more sensitive area... whispering ‘s'il vous plaît...’ You feel him nod slightly, and his fingers slowly reach to the moist area between your legs, exploring the uncharted territory. You stiffen and moan softly as Canada studies your body and its reactions to his touch. He then stops his attention to your breasts, and rests his head between them, as if to listen to your heart beat... yet his hand between your legs continues to search. You wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep him close, as your breathing hitches and heart skips a beat. ‘Hmm...’ his searching now complete, he then begins teasing you.

He uses his hearing and touch to determine where and what causes you to near your release. The more he succeeds at making you writhe and whimper beneath him; it seems that he becomes more confident. His hand hesitantly moves away. ‘Uh... _____... are you... ready? It’s starting to get painful...’ he quietly asks. Oh! He must have had that... member excited... for a while... Your gut clenches in mild anticipation because you know what will happen next. ‘Yes... um... and I hope you want it too... and that you don’t feel forced to do this... uhh... I trust you... Matthew...’ you then open your legs wider and hold his hand. ‘Of course I want to... I have for a while... I just... got really shy whenever I thought about it... and you looked so cute hiding behind the pillow... I guess I knew you would eventually bring it up, but I didn’t realise you were shy about it too’ he laughs softly ‘I am a little nervous though... but I am ready... I love you _____.’ He then kisses your cheek, causing a little nervous giggle from you, and you murmur back ‘je t'aime trop Matthew.’ Your lips meet his as he pushes through your defence, and takes your virginity, as you take his.

Canada patiently waits for the pain to subside, and distracts himself with kissing and holding you. A few tears fell from your cheeks, but with both of your eyes closed, it didn’t really matter. You were clutching to his hand, and your other was entangled in his hair, yet away from his curl. His other hand was around your shoulders, holding you close. When the pain finally ebbed away to leave a tingling sensitivity, you adjusted yourself so he was beneath you. You tentatively moved and heard him take a sudden intake of air. You didn’t really know what to do, so you rocked your hips back and forth, to hear a soft moan escape Canada’s lips. So... I just... move like this... it... it’s so hard to think... You continued to move your hips, still holding his hand, as the pleasure and heat increased. Not long after you started, he also started thrust in synchronised movements to yours, hearing him groan and you produce embarrassing sounds. Also, with both of your hearing heightened, the noises made from where he was within you was exceedingly arousing, to say the least. His other hand moved down your back to your bum cheek, gently squeezing it and making you squeak. Both of you had very little self-control, and it wasn’t long until you were both close to the euphoric release.

‘Nnnngh... _____... how... close...?’ he asks, with difficulty. ‘Ah! I-I’m... nearly...’ you replied, but weren’t able to say much else as you shifted your body slightly, so that he was now directly hitting your weakest spot. You almost collapse on him with each strong thrust pounding your weakness. Canada seems to notice this, and even though he is extremely close, he goes faster, feeling you tighten and gasp ‘Ma-ah!-mmMMATTHEW!!!’ just as your body is coursing with wave after wave of utter euphoric pleasure. As soon as you reach your climax, he cannot hold on any longer and releases with a cry of your name. You lie on top of him, gasping for air. He lets go of your hand to wrap his arms around you while he regains his breath. You nuzzle your head under his neck again, with your hand resting on his neck and the other gently holding his head, with his soft blonde hair between your fingers. Once you both have calmed down, you get off him and snuggle next to him, almost asleep from exhaustion. Canada holds you and gives you a sweet kiss. No words were said, and neither were they necessary, for both of you were sound asleep, and blissfully happy to rest in each other’s arms.

~~~ the morning after <3 ~~~

Canada woke first, and accidentally startled you awake from his sudden flinch. ‘Hmm? Morning Canada... how was your sleep?’ you ask sleepily. You then remember the night and the fact that both of you are still naked and in need of a shower, not that you had any problem with the smell. You turn to see a very bright red Canadian smiling at you. ‘I-it was really good... sorry I woke you... uh... shall we have a shower... or breakfast first?’ he quietly asks. Before you get the chance to reply, your stomach rumbles making both of you laugh. ‘The shower can wait... pancakes and maple syrup comes first!’ you happily reply. You then wrap yourself in the doona, give him a quick kiss, and drag you and the blanket to the kitchen. You hear Canada laugh behind you and to your surprise he tackles you and gives you a massive polar bear hug. ‘You’re my marshmallow with hot chocolate and maple syrup with pancakes! Je t'aime _____, et merci pour la nuit mieux anniversaire jamais! I’ll make the breakfast, and the pancakes will be heart shaped!!!’ He gives you another squeeze, and leaves you as a blushing, smiling, and giggling blanket-wrapped-burrito to make the yummiest breakfast cooked while seemingly oblivious to his nakedness.

The end :3