Requested by @not-so-swagittarious - Maple Tea Pairing
Canada x England
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Waking up, Canada realized he was alone on the bed. He sat up, running a hand through his hair as he sighed. He decided to search for his boyfriend and climbed out of the bed, putting on a feet warmer and a robe before walking out of the bedroom.
Wondering where England could be he decided to search every room on the second floor first, to no avail apparently. Heading to the stairs, he saw a door half ajar near the stairs. He has not searched in there yet though he had never been in that room, he was curious but he respects England’s privacy. Deciding to look for the Brit, he pushed the door to open wider and called out softly. “England?” Stepping in, the sun was barely lighting up the room due to the closed blinds.
Crack. Canada almost jumped backwards, realizing he had stepped onto something. Looking down, he realized it was...a plastic toy. Crouching down, he picked it up. Then he really took in the whole room, it was a storage room. Though judging by the dust collected, it is rarely used. He has a good guess why, everything in here...was something that ties to America’s childhood.
He felt his old jealousy for his twin brother flares up again after so long, England had always paid more attention to America before and even know, it was obvious that the Brit still cares for the American. Sometimes he still wonders, if the reason that England agreed to be with him was because he looks so much like America and had mistaken him to be his twin when he confessed.
After all it would not be the first time the English country mistook him for America.
Putting down the broken piece of toy, he decided to ignore those dark thoughts for now and continue searching for England.
A commotion broke down downstairs, in the direction of the kitchen.
“England?” He hurried out the door and almost tripped down the stairs as he ran to the kitchen, worried that England was hurt.
Though the view the greeted made him stopped and chuckled.
“Don’t laugh.” England scowled, lifting the bowl from his head and dusted the flour from his hair though not that it helped much.
Canada walked over to England and helped him up, dusting off the flour on England’s clothes down to the already messy flour. “Were you trying to bake something, England?” He looked on the kitchen counter and arched an eyebrow. “Are you making pancakes?”
England grumbled and simply nodded in answer, miffed for some reason.
“If you wanted to eat pancakes, you could have woken me up.” Canada smiled at the shorter male.
“I didn’t want to, it was suppose to be a surprise. I wanted to make tea pancakes for you since you made me that tea yesterday using maple syrup.” England crossed his arms, obviously mad at himself. “Sorry for the commotion, I woke you up didn’t I?” He sighed as he placed the bowl on the kitchen counter.
Canada stood behind England and wrapped his arms around the smaller male, propping his chin on the shoulder. “Here, why don’t I help you to make the tea pancakes.” He suggested softly, placing a brief kiss on England’s neck as he took the bowl and stepped aside. “We can teach me how to make them so I can make them when I go back to Canada when I miss you.”
England huffed before a smile stole a place on his lips. “That better be every day then, git.”
“Of course.” Canada answered swiftly, along with a kiss on the cheek. Smiling inwardly at the sight of the blushing Brit when he pulled away. ‘Cute.’
England gave directions for the Canadian as they cooked together, the Canadian smiling the whole way at the amusing expression that passed through the Brit’s face. Annoyance, flustered, embarrassed and the soft smile he adores.
England plate up the table, the pancakes, according to Canada, are perfect.
“Arthur.” England immediately looked up at the mention of his human name. His head was tilted up slightly, Canada’s fingers under his chin and the thumb drawing lazy circles. He blushed slightly, the amethyst coloured eyes looking at him imploringly.
“Yes?” He said almost breathily.
Canada smiled and pecked England’s lips. “You’re perfect, you know that? And I love you.” A small chuckle escaped him when England blushed to the ear, sputtering nonsense. He let go of England and with another brush of his lips on England’s cheek, he pulled over a chair for England to sit.
He took the seat on the opposite of England, enjoying the still blushing face in front of him. The Brit clearly too embarrassed to look at him. He finds it adorable, the fact that the smallest gesture of affection can make the Brit into a blushing virgin. He pours the maple syrup on top of his pancake and took the knife and fork.
“Cana...um, Matthew.” Canada arched an eyebrow. England rarely called him by his human name.
“What is it, Arthur?” He put down his fork and knife, wondering what England wants to say. His mind suddenly flashed back to his earlier worry and suddenly he does not feel as light-hearted anymore.
England fidgeted in his seat. “Well, today, do you remember?”
Hmm? Today? Did they have something special planned today? Canada felt himself starting to panic and wrecked his brain on what might he have forgotten.
England looked at Canada, and reached for Canada’s hand. “It’s not surprising you don’t remember. No need to get your knickers in a twist.” He smiled reassuringly. “It’s the date, of the day we first met.” He had a nostalgic smile. “You were so small at that time.”
This time, it was Canada’s turn to blush.
“But you’re older now. You’ve grown into a fine young lad.” England held both of Canada’s hands in his. “I’m so proud of the person and country you’ve become.” Taking in a deep breath, England looks straight into the purple eyes. “I...want to tell the world, about our relationship.”
Canada blinked. Okay...it was not a breakup. Definitely not.
England looked down, his grip on Canada’s hand tightened. “If you’re alright with it, of course. I’m just hoping that...you’re no longer embarrassed to have me as your...boyfriend.”
‘...Wait, rewind!’ Canada blinked again several times. “Embarrassed to have you as my boyfriend? Arthur, that is impossible. I love you.” Again those cheeks redden. “I’m proud to call you mine.”
Both of them stared at each other, laughter broke out.
They’re a pair of idiots certainly. Though only to each other, for each other.
Canada adopted another smile as his laughter subsided, thinking on his earlier thoughts. “Arthur?” He was curious and he wants to know.
“Have you ever seen me as America...I mean, have you ever wish that–” Whatever Canada wanted to say was cut off.
“Whatever you want to say, no.” England’s earlier smile dropped, frowning as he looks at Canada disapprovingly. “You are not him and you are not his replacement, Matthew.”
Canada had the decency to blush.
That was all he needed to hear, as long as he should exist.
