There was a heavy snow fall at the Torato airport. So his flight became delayed for a couple of hours. He quietly let out a sigh, then a yawn. For he was still feeling sleepy. He told himself that he would wait until he was in the plane to take a nap. Even though he knew that it would be bumpy with all the clouds. But he wondered what the Cuban was doing. Was he already on his plane? Was he home? So many thoughts ran through his head.

Cubans flights are always delays for no reason, so Cuba wasn’t in a hurry. He sat in a seat of his terminal and waits there looking around. Then Canada came to his mind, where was he? Was he fine?
Looking around he saw the stand of coffee, he decided that that will keep him alert until he got to the airport of his home. He went over there,brought one and sat at a table,then ones again he started spacing out about Canada.

As he was trying to stay awake. He notices a coffee stand and thought that would be good to have. So he got in line as well. Not knowing that three people in front of him. Cuba was in line. Ordering a drink as well. After he order his drink. He opened the cap and poured a little of maple into it. stirring it with a spoon. He was about to head back to where he was sitting when he saw the Cuban. At first it was his tired mind. So he quietly walks up to him. The closer he got. The more he knew it was Cuba.

Cuba was sipping on his coffee, it wasn’t like the kind he usually drinks but he needs it to keep himself awake. He took the last sip when he saw Canada, at first he thought it was his body mind making a trick on him, or it was the unfamiliar coffee. As Canada got closer he realized that it was the real thing not an illusion of his brain or something like that. Cuba stands up and hugged Matthew, with one of those specials hugs that take all the air in your lungs out. Apparently Canada was happy to see the Cuban too,cause he didn't said anything about the thigh hug,he only hugged back.

Matthew was happy because he was Cuba, and he didn't mistake him as his brother. It felt like the air in his lungs were being squeezed out of him. But he didn't care. It felt to good this time. He just wrapped his arms around him to. "I thought you would be home by now." he said in a soft voice.

Cuban's flights are always delay for no reason,anyways when are you living-asked Cuba.He noticed that he was still holding Canada which makes him feels really excited.Cuba stopped the hug even through he didn't wanted to.Canada explained in a really shy voice why he wasn't on his flight yet.Cuba was just too focused on observing every little detail of the Canadian face that be completely forgot to listen to what Cabada was saying.

"I-I'm sorry to hear that, Cuba." he said in a friendly way. After being let go by his friend. His cheeks turned rosy red. Placing his hands in front of him. Then he hears him ask why he was still hear. "Oh, my-my flight got delayed. It's sn-snowing hard. They sa-say that it would last for a-a few hours." he tells him in a quiet voice. Thinking that he was listening to him.

You say something Canada-the distracted Cuban said.He tooked that crazy hair that was always out of place.While holding it he asked Canada if that hair was always like that,he rubbed between his finger tips which sent vibration to Canada's skull.Poor Canada how can he told Cuba that that was one of his sensitive points, that specific hair.

It hurt him a little when asked what he just said. But he was used to it. Then he notice that his eyes were looking somewhere else. He tilted his head to the side with a feline curious look on his face. He was about to ask what he was looking at. But he feels his hand grabbing onto his curl and gasped. For his cheeks were turning rosy and let out a little moan. "Cu-Cuba!" he pants heavily. Meanwhile, something was starting to poke through his pants. Since he was only wearing his famous hoodie and casual jeans. Which were comfy since he was going to be on a plane. He didn't need to wear anything fancy.

Cuba was playing with Canada's curl,he try straying,but the curl was always turning back into it's normal form.Cuba then start twisting the hair and rolling it on his finger.Cuba looked at the red rose Canadian,he looked as if he was thrown in a pot with boiling water. Cuba felt his forehead and he was hot.This worried Cuba,-Are you alright,Matthew?-The taller man asked.
You are really hot-Cuba points out.The only response he got was a really long moan.