Canada's day (for Nena)
 

It was the end of a a very long and very loud world meeting. America Was going on with some silly plan that would make him look like a hero. England and France were at each others throats. Russia was scaring Lithuania and Poland stepped in. Switzerland was threatening everyone that if they didn't quiet down, he was going to shoot them. Greece was sleeping and one of the Italy brothers was going on about pasta. While the other was being bothered by Spain. If it wasn't for Germany telling everyone to shut up, things wouldn't have got done. So once thing got into shape. Everyone got a chance to say what they wanted to say. Expect for one, Canada.

Matthew Williams another known as Canada. Was once again ignored. Not to mention Russia sat on him for the million time now. He could of sworn that his legs were sprained. He let out a small little sigh and hanged his head low. "I didn't get my chance to speak again." he said to his little bear friend that was in his name. Known as Kumajiro. Who looks up at him and asked "Who are you?".

"I'm Canada."

Canada's Day
 

In one corner of the room, you could see a very ill-tempered Cuban. He wasn't wearing formal clothes like everyone else, he used a Hawaiian shirt, dark green shorts, and flip-flops. Apparently he was angry because every time he wanted to say something , America would interrupt with some of his"I'm the hero ideas" to solve the problems of other countries.
You could hear mumbling or better yet, curses dedicated to America.
If America ever dares to interrupt me,I will strangled him to death- raised Cuba.

Everyone was leaving the meeting room. To either head back home or to head to a hotel that they were staying for the night. Canada was staying at a hotel this time. Which he was actually happy for. Because he was to tired to go straight to the airport. But as he was getting up from his sheet. Setting his furry friend down to the ground. So he can gather his notes and brief case. He heard a low rumbling voice and looks around to see Cuba was making the noise. "Oh dear. I Think he's mad at my brother again. I would be to. But I don't want to be mistaken for him. So I better get out of here." he thought to himself.

Once he gather his things. He was looking for the bear and notice that he was gone. He started to panicked and looks all over the room. Then he spots him. Only he was over where Cuba was. "Kamuhiro come back here." he called out. Which was hardly above a whisper. It was a dangerous move. But he walked close to the angry Cuban and tries to grab his bear before he notices him.

Canada's Day
 

The Cuban saw the little bear on his feet and picked it up. He watch it for a while, not realizing that Canada was near. .Cuba raised an eyebrow and wondered aloud what was a polar bear doing in the middle of Europe. .Cuba put the bear on the floor, and noticed a pair of boots in front of him. He look up ,only to see a shivering Canadian .Cuba without hesitation, grabs him by the neck and tries to choke him. The screams of hate Cuba, silenced the cries of freedom in Canada.
At that time Spain; who can not read the atmosphere ;pace and greet the two countries by their names. Hearing this ,Cuba immediately loose the grip of the Canadian's neck. Breathing hardly he managed to say
-I'm Canada-before he passed out.

Seeing him look at him in the eyes he nervously chuckles. "H-Hi. Now before you react...I'm-" he was sadly cut off before he was grabbed his throat and was getting yelled out by the Cuban. He was trying to tell him that he wasn't his brother. But he was squeezing so tight, he couldn't breath. When he finally stopped choking poor Matthew. He felt so light headed. That he calls out his country's name and fell to the floor. Where his bear sits next to him and pokes him on the head. "I'm hungry. Feed me. And who are you?"

The Cuban bent down and noticed that Matthew's hair was much longer than America. Cuba worried, 'I've killed my friend?-Just thinking about it make him turned pale. He took his pulse and his heart was still beating.
That's a good sign- Cuban reassured.
Then he carried Canada to his hotel room. Cuba puts him in the bed and get a glass of cold water.

A few minutes later. The Canadian nation opened his eyes and lets out a little grunt. Trying to remember what happened. "That's right...Cuba mistook me as my brother again. I know he didn't mean to hurt me, but he sure has a strong grip." he thought to himself as he places a hand on his neck. For it feels a little sore from the choking. That's when he notice that he was not at the world meeting building anymore. "Maple? Where am I? Kappamaru, where are you?" he called out for his furry friend.

Cuba found a glass of cold water and went back to his to room. He opened the door to realized that Canada was awake, he smiled while sitting on the edge of the bed and asked with a sweet voice, for him not to scare the Canadian, how he was feeling. The Canadian accent timidly with the head in reply, that informed the Cuban that he was in pain but fine. The Cuban roughly placed a hand in Matthew's head,messing up his hair.

Hearing the door opening. He thought that it was his bear coming into the room. But when he saw that it was Cuba. He was lightly trembling. "Maple! I am not America! I'm Canada!" he said in a panicked quiet voice. Yet when he saw the smile on his face. He knew that he finally realized that he was not his brother. When asked if he was okay. He looks him in the eyes and nodded his head. "Y-Yes. A little sore, but I am fine." he tells him in a gentle voice. When the Cuban ruffled his hair. He let out a meep and blushes. "Um...have you seen Kumijaro?"

I may have forgotten him when I brought you here, if you want me,I can look for him-Cuba told him as a consolation. Then he got up and went to find the little furry friend of Canada. Cuba walked through the streets calling the bear's name, but it was then when he decided to go to the conference room, where the countries met this morning.

Matthew was about to get up himself, but was still feeling a little light headed from before. He was worried about his little furry friend. Who knows what kind of trouble he gotten into. He hopes that he would be found. Luckily for Cuba. The bear was still in the conference room. He was sitting in the chair where Canada was sitting at. "Hey." he said as he looks at him. "You're the guy who knocked out what's his name. I'm hungry. Feed me."

Cuba picked up the bear and answered its questions.
-Your owner is called Canada, and I choke him by accident.He is very worried about you- Cuba said as he left the conference room. The night was falling, and the streets didn't have any lights. It was a little difficult to walk in darkness, but Cuba did not give up, he got to the hotel,climbed quickly into the room and give the bear to Canada, who embraced him as if he had not seen it in years.

When they returned. Canada was happy to see his bear again. He kneel down to the ground and picks it up. "I was worried about you. Sorry for leaving you behind." he said with a sad smile on his face. For he felt guilty for leaving him behind. "Who are you and will you feed me?" Kumajiro asked his master. Who nodded his head. "Of course just a second." he said and sets him down. Looking up at Cuba was a truly happy smile on his face. But his cheeks were rosy. "Thank you so much for finding him." He said in a quiet tone, but you can tell that he was very happy. Then gives the Cuban a hug.

Cuba flushed a little as to how close he was to Canada He could smell the hair of Canada, it smelled like maple syrup and roses ,that was expected, thought Cuba. Cuba after a few minutes, tie his arms around Canada. His embrace was strong but sweet, he liked being with Canada. He liked to feel Canada's cheeks on his neck.

His face got even redder when he wrapped his arms around him. His heart was beating fast. Butterflies were flying around in his stomach. He couldn't explain this feeling. But when he caught the scent of Cuba. It was very relaxing. He wished that they could stay like this, but there were other plans. For he felt tugging on his pant leg and looks down. "Feed me." Kumajiro said. Looking up at him. "O-Oh, right. Of course." he said and pulls out of Cuban's hold. "I-I'm sorry. But I have to go. It's time that I feed him. Before he gets grumpy." he said in a shy and quiet tone. "Thank you so much looking for him." he said with a big grin on his face.

Is very dark outside,I will walk with you , I do not want anything bad to happen to you -Cuba said as he walked toward the door. He turned and smiled, and opened the door like a gentleman would do for a lady. Canada giggle and left the room, right after him was Cuba.

His cheeks turned more red after Cuba told him that he was willing to walk him to his hotel. Because this was a different hotel then where he was staying at. He didn't want to tell Cuba, but him and his brother were actually sharing a room. It was a little cheaper doing so. That and America did it without him knowing til the last minute. So he picks up the bear and walks out. Lightly giggling for him being polite by holding the door. When Cuba knew he was Canada, it was always nice. For other then France, no one knew who he was or mistake him for Alfred. That's why he is willing to forgive the Cuban when he thinks he is his brother.

They walked out of the hotel and onto the streets. He can actually see his hotel, it was only a block way down. So he walks quietly with the bear in his arms. "Thank you for seeing us back. You didn't really have to. I don't want to keep you from anything." he tells his friend.

No hay problema (not a problem)-replied Cuba.-I’m sorry, Canada, I need to go, my flight is tomorrow in the afternoon and I’m really tired. I hadn’t even packed my things.-He before he kiss him good bye on his cheek. The he started walking away. While walking Cuba couldn’t take his mind off Canada. Something about him today was different then the other times they had been talking. The Cuban enter his room and fell on the bed, still Canada was on his mind.

He froze in place as he kissed him on the cheeks. For he didn't expect him to do such a thing. It really threw off his guard, but he didn't hate it. In fact, he really enjoyed it. He watched as he walks away and then he feels someone tapping on him. Coming from his little furry friend. "Are you going to mate with him?" it asked. Making the Canadian's face turn red. Making a mad dash into his hotel and into his room.

Inside America was sitting on the couch. With four cheeseburgers on the coffee table, one in his hand and a can of coke in the other. He wonders just how his brother was still alive sometimes. Looking towards the door. Alfred looks at his brother. "Yo, what are you doing here?" he asked. Making him sigh. "We decided to share a room remember?" he asked. Making his brother laugh. "Right, totally forgot." he said and watches his little brother leave. "Hey were are you going?" he asked. "Bed, I-I'm very tired." he mumbles. Ging into one of the two bedrooms.

After getting out of his suit, into some pjs, packing up his things, and made sure he was ready for his flight. He crawls into his bed. Where Kumajiro sleeps at the foot of his bed. While laying there in the dark. He was thinking of how nice Cuba was today, after the choking. No matter how hard he tried. He couldn't get him out of his head. So he spend most of the time awake.

Morning came and Canada got up and adam early. Even though he was up all night. Because he couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He fed his bear a big breakfast. Because he forgot to feed Kumajiro last night. They arrived at the airport and were waiting for their plane to come in. While waiting. They took his bear to where they kept the animals. "I hope he's okay by himself." he thought to himself out loud.

Cuba wasn’t in a very good mood, like most Cubans,he like to sleep, a lot, but what else could he do other then wake up and pack his things. He was still thinking of Canada, wondering how he was, if he was already at his house or still in the hotel. Time passed packing and thinking for Cuba. It was almost time for his flight,so he picked up the phone and dialed some numbers; he asked for a taxi and waited. After 15 minutes the taxi arrived and he left the hotel,and went to the airport.

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.

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.