Kisses of the Maple *Hetalia Canada x Reader*

Chapter Four: It's all Syrup from here..

"Maple, do you want some Pancakes?" Mattie asks you, as you stumble out of his room, tired and bed-headed. "It's only eleven, but I figured you'd be hungry when you woke up."

"Yeah, I am hungry. And I bet I look like a Hobbit too." You giggle as you plant a kiss on his lips. The yummy scent of Pancake batter filled up the bare kitchen. His house was beautiful, but empty. The floors were still filled up with boxes, and the furniture was in random spots. What he needed was a interior decorator. And lucky for him, he had one. "Hey, Mattie?"

"Yes, Maple?" He stops cooking for a minute to speak to you. His perfect messy blonde hair got into his eyes, which made it even more adorable. 

"Can I help you un-pack?" You smile up at him. "You look like you need a helping hand, and I think I could help decorate the place a bit." 

"Well, only if you really want too. I don't want to force you into anything, you can stop anytime." He agrees, and he pulls the fluffy pancakes out of the frying pan and lays them on a glass plate. "But the Pancakes are done, do you want any?" 

"Of course I do, I'd love to taste Mr. Canada's homemade pancakes." You kiss him on the cheek, and turn to go sit down at the brown table. You only make it about four steps before you trip over something small and fluffy.

"Y/N!" The litte bear screams with happiness. "What are you doing on the floor?"

"I-I just like floors, I guess." You try to explain to him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm okay." He helps you up and hugs your legs. "Are you okay?"

"Kuma, you shoud really watch out for people. You're smaller than they are, and they can't see you very well." Matthew pulls Kuma up in his arms and hugs him tightly.

"Yes, Kuma; I'm fine. And Mattie, it wasn't his fault. I wasn't looking where I was going I guess." You shake off the dirt that stuck to the jumper you were wearing. It was an adorable grey cat jumper. It reminded you of your old cat, Oliver. He was a grey tabby, with dark green eyes and a few black spots around his body. But two years ago, he got hit by a car. Suddenly, you burst into tears. It felt like you were making rivers on the ground, a tear river. The worst kind.

"Babe, are you okay?" He comforts you by putting his warm, soft arms around you.

"No." You sniffle, trying hard to not cry in his arms.

"Please tell me what is wrong, you're scaring me." He rubs small circles in your back, comforting you and helping you reduce your tears to a small sob.

"It's just my cat.." You wipe your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder. "He got hit by a car." 

"I'm sorry," He rubs your back some more. "How about we go into town today and get you another cat. Okay?"

"My mom doesn't want any animals in the house, she dislikes thing all things that breathe." You say, holding him tight to you.

"It can stay here, and i'll take care of him. And you can stay at my house anytime. Better yet, you could just move in with me." He kisses your cheek softly.

"I'd like that."