Heart beating like a drum, cheeks turning dark shade of red, sweating forming on his Forehead, and his thing sticking out further in his pants. When asked if he was okay. He lets out a long, quiet moan. Resting his head on his shoulder. Canada's body was lightly trembling. Some of the people were staring at the two of them. Thinking that something was wrong.

He didn't know why Cuba was pulling him into the restroom. After being splashed with cold water. He got some up his nose and coughed a little. He was feeling so strange. He looks up at Cuba and he was looking so good right now. He just wanted to kiss him. So he gripped onto his shirt and at him with pleading eyes and asked. "Please...kiss me." he begged. Not in control of his feelings right now.

Cuba backed away a little; he had kissed the Canadian before nut in the cheek as a way of reflecting his culture. He didn’t want to kiss the Canadian cause he knew that if he did so he would regret it. He looked into the Canadian pleading eyes. That top it all, he couldn’t resist anymore he lend forward and rose his lips against Canada’s. There were soft and pink, he had never paid any attention to his lips. Cuba deepened the kiss; he could swear that the restroom was becoming heaven.

Once their lips were pressing together. Canada wrapped his arms around his neck. Going in deeper into the kiss. For he love the texture of Cuba's lips. The Cuban can taste the maple that was pour into his coffee from earlier. While Matthew can taste the coffee from his lips.

Cuba puts his hands on Canada's hips.He liked the taste of maple on Canada's mouth,he licked Canada's lips trying to tell him to open up.Canada did as he wanted.He opened his mouth to let Cuban tongue have access his mouth.

Feeling his tongue touching his lips to gain access to his mouth. He opened it more and felt his tongue slip inside. Letting out a moan.

Cuba stopped the kiss and looked into Canada's eyes.You know that after this there is no turning back?-He asked Canada.Canada knew perfectly that,even through he wasn't in all his senses.

He was sad that he pulled away. When the told him that there was no turning back after this. He smiles and plants a quick kiss on his lips. "I know. I really like you, Cuba." he tells him in a soft gentle voice.

I'm glad you do-answered the Cuban.He grabbed Canada by the waist and sat him on the large counter of the sink behind them.Cuba then kissed the Canadian with such brutal strength, almost making the pink lips turn red.Canada found himself moaning at such attack.