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Sorry this took so long, I decided to save it for Liberation Day.
And you wanted the four different gender combinations, yes? *Rubs hands together, cracks knuckles.*
♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes - Fem!Ned/Can♗: One falling asleep with their head in the other’s lap. - Fem!Ned/Fem!Can♟: Patching up a wound - Ned/Fem!Can♠: One character adjusting the other’s jewelry/neck tie/ etc. - NedCan
So this may end up vaguely confusing, but whatevs.Netherlands - Willem, Will for shortFem!Netherlands - Wilhemina, Wil for shortCanada - Matthew, of courseFem!Canada - Madeline
♔ ~Matthew woke up in bed alone, later than he meant to. The alone part wasn’t really a surprise, especially when he finally rolled over and fumbled for his phone to check the time. Wil had always been an early riser.
Matthew stretched, arching in the mussed sheets, and then finally got up to face the day. It was Sunday, thank god, so neither of them had anywhere they particularly needed to be. Matthew didn’t even bother finding a shirt, just pulled on a pair of sweatpants and headed for the kitchen, combing fingers through his hair and thinking vague thoughts of coffee.
All those thoughts left him when he stepped into the apartment’s living room. He must have made some sort of sound, because Wil glanced over at him and smiled, sly like a cat and very aware of what she was doing to him. She had the window open, sitting on the sill in the warm summer sunshine, one leg dangling outside onto the fire escape and the other propped up against the sill. Her pack of cigarettes and her lighter were sitting on the table by the window, what was probably her second smoke of the day dangling easily from her lips.
And she was wearing nothing, nothing, except a pair of her lacy black panties and one of Matthew’s shirts, one of his dress shirts, and even that only barely. She’d rolled the sleeves up over her elbows and only bothered to do up two of the buttons, just barely shielding her breasts from the view of the entire neighborhood. The way she was sitting ensured it fell open across her stomach, baring it and her thighs and everything else to the warm sunshine.
Matthew swallowed thickly, and Wil’s wicked smile just widened, deliberately shifting and stretching her arms up over her head, the shirt falling open a little bit more to bare the enticing curve of her ribs and just a hint of the bottom of her breast. Her eyes flicked down, since Matthew’s sweatpants concealed about as much as her attire did, currently. She took a last drag off her cigarette and then flicked it over her shoulder onto the fire escape, swinging her leg back inside and crooking a finger to Matthew.
He gave a pleased little growl, and went.
♗ ~Madeline closed her laptop, fighting back a yawn. When her essay started reading like some sort of surrealist political exploration, it was time to call it a night.
She glanced sideways, but Wil was still engrossed in her game, the tip of her pink tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration and eyes firmly on the television. Madeline yawned again, pointedly, and then signed when Wil completely failed to notice.
She set her laptop on the coffee table, then flopped sideways and wiggled until her head was resting in Wil’s lap. Wil finally paused her game and glanced down, looking amused. “Hello.”
“Hi,” Madeline wiggled a little to get comfortable. “Are you going to bed soon?”
“Probably not, I have tomorrow off.”
“Mmkay.” Madeline pulled a blanket down off the back of the couch, sighing in contentment when Wil tucked it around her shoulders, then went back to her game. Madeline didn’t mind, draping her arm over Wil’s thighs and drowsing in her warmth.
At some point she fell properly asleep. When she woke, the television was off, and Wil was carding fingers gently through her hair.
♟ ~“For God’s sake, Maddie,”
Madeline tried to smile sheepishly, then winced when it pulled at the bruises along her jaw. “It’s not like I meant to….”
“Hockey,” Will said flatly, turning away from the freezer with a bag of peas. “You could have kept your helmet on when she came at you throwing punches.”
Madeline rolled her eyes, but reached out to accept the vegetables. Will would just fuss for even longer if she didn’t. “Why do you have frozen peas?” She cast a pointed look at the pantry, filled with a volume of fresh vegetables that would be alarming to someone who didn’t know Will well.
“Uh,” he suddenly found something on the ceiling very interesting. “I think it might be left over from when Belle moved out? I’ve been using it as a cold compress.”
“For three years?” Madeline gave him an unimpressed look. “Will, buy a damn ice pack.”
“The peas work!” he protested, and Madeline made a rude noise, making a mental note to add some things to their next shopping list.
♠~If he was perfectly honest, vacations in Amsterdam were one of Matthew’s favorite things, right up there with Stanley Cup playoffs and Barking Squirrel beer. They so rarely got to indulge themselves and relax, Matthew always looked forward to Amsterdam for months before hand.
The apartment Will kept there was pretty small; his main residence was actually in Rotterdam. But it didn’t need to be very big, just a bedroom and small kitchen and a closet for the things they only used in Amsterdam.
Matthew ran an eye over his boyfriend one last time, then shook his head with a chuckle. “Come here,” he beckoned, and Will obligingly leaned down a bit, expression stoic. Matthew reached up to adjust the collar around his neck, and though Will’s expression didn’t change, his cheeks went pink.
Matthew grinned, using a finger through the ring on the collar to tug Will down a little bit farther and catch him in a kiss. He was just too cute in club clothes.
