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2P! Canada: Bloody Maple

   Every girl dreams of a perfect boyfriend that will protect you, snuggle with you, and even take you on a sunny walk down the park or take you up for a smashing-hit concert. A boyfriend that would say "I love you" every day and a boyfriend who would not take you for granted and treat you like his equal.

   I guess you could say Canada was like that (he preferred to be called Matthew). Matthew was a quiet guy who rarely uttered a word unless he was provoked, then his unsuspecting tormentor would realize who he or she was messing with. Matthew was that shaggy-blonde hippie-looking dude with the secret agent shades who smoked cigarettes with a scowl carved in his face. He was the bull you wouldn't want to mess with.

   The day I met him was pretty embarrassing. The thing was, at country conferences, I would secretly steal glances at Matthew because something about him attracted me. On that first day I couldn't help but stare at Canada. It must be those shades hiding his true self, something you'd read about in a book. I try to concentrate at Italy and Germany about their plans and meetings and whatever, and that happens to go well.

   After meetings, I go to the war library and pull out my sketch book out of my handbag. With my charcoal pencil I shaded, etched, and drew random images of Matthew and I together. I could only smile as I drew these pictures: I was too shy to ask him out, and he wouldn't even be interested in a shy girl like me. I wasn't very good at sports or fighting back at other countries very strongly as Italy and Germany do, but at least I can communicate with animals, haha.

   One day after a business meeting, my curiosity grew stronger as I wanted to draw another scene. Being an excellent artist, I had the desire to create Matthew and I... doing something. I listened and looked around me to see if nobody was around to spy on me, "I'll just draw this quickly, experience it, and shred this later. I can't expect my sketchbook to be always in my room." I created a scene of me and Matthew, er, going beyond the borderlines, you could say *sweatdrop*. As erotic as this sounds, as a fangirl I had to let this out somehow or this will continue to bother me.

   Five minutes later, I completed the small sketch of us. I giggled as I thought of having a nosebleed right there in the chair, "Oh my god! I hope I never have to draw something like this ever again! This was fun." I sighed.

   "What's fun?" a rough man's voice boomed behind me, and I squeaked and flipped out, falling on my face from the chair. I looked up from below as I saw Matthew flipping to the recent drawing. His cornflower blue eyes peeked from underneath his glasses & never flinch as he studied the drawing, "..."

   "Wh- Don't look!" I shouted, feeling the rush of blood pumping in my face as I threw my whole body on the sketchbook, "Do you know anything about a girl's privacy, sheesh?!" I scolded him. Holy damn, this is weird, I never had to yell at anyone like that before. Could it be that I was already warming up to him?

   He didn't answer back, but instead gave a small grunt, "Is this what you're thinking about when you're always staring at me?" he finally said.

   "Hell no! I was just... uh... getting some inspiration for my drawings!" I knew he knew that I was a terrible liar and I hoped he would cope with that strange truth. In the end, he just sighed and walked away without saying a word except, "Fine." I stood there dumbfounded as the door shut in the distance, leaving me agape in the gray holdings of the library.

   "Oh! The nerve of that guy! Why did I even start crushing on him in the first place?! He has no manners!" But as I scooped up my stuff in my arms and exited the library, I began to re-think. I walked back to my room in the large building of a mess and locked the door behind me. The "room" was more like an average apartment. The thing was, Belarus had her house set on fire "on accident" by England and America. I couldn't remember that shrieking face of hers when she ran out of the room with her golden hair on fire towards me. Ah, those asshole, making this sweet innocent girl cry.