Alcoholic Syrups (Discontinued)

-chappie 15-

Germany's pov

I quickly grasped for my phone to answer the call but it seems like I wasn't quick enough. Whoever had called me hung up about three seconds after they called. Unfortunately it was an anonym call or else I would've called back. Damn I really hoped it was Poland and he'd call again any second now.

I sat there for about eight more minutes,my eyes focused on my phone in case I'd be called again. Nevertheless they didn't call back. I sighed,seeing how my own breath was taken away by the wind and hugged my knees. Was that day really the last time I'd see Poland? The day he kinda molested me in some odd way?
I heard how the door behind me opened but kept my eyes on the garden's seemingly frozen lawn.
"Hey are you okay?"
I heard and felt how Canada stepped closer,the porches wood creaking beneath his pretty average for his height but still heavy weight. I then felt how he sat down beside me and reached out to take my hand which feeled numb from the coldness.
"Cold.."
I flinched and pulled my hand back. How long was I out here? Usually i was the one with the rather warm body and he always was freezing cold but he felt burning hot.

After a few minutes of uncomfortable and awfully awkward silence I set my phone on his lap and pointed at the last call. The anonymous one. Canada looked at my phone then back at me. I felt how his confused and questioning gaze was practically burning through my skull causing me to finally open my mouth.
"I just tried to call Poland again and a few seconds later I was called by someone anonymous..do you have an idea who?"
Canada shrugged and looked at me worriedly. He reached out and caressed my cheek gently. God his hand was so burning hot. Did he have fever or something?
"You're freezing cold..come back inside please. You're only wearing a coat and some jeans"
I sighed and got up. I was out here for pretty long and not like canada I was barely dressed since I just pulled the fluffy but somehow cold coat over my bare upper body. Canada got up as well and led me back inside,taking the oxygen cart with him. Seems like Canada got dressed while I was out here..

Arrived back inside in the warm and comfortable house of the two English speaking men I felt how the ice cube that was produced around my heart melted and clung to Canada who still felt really warm.
A sweet syrupy smell crawled up my from the cold wetened nose which seemed to come from the kitchen. Feeling how my stomach yelled at me for food I let go of Canada and made my way to the kitchen. It felt like the closer I got,the stronger it smelled and the more hunger tortured me. Canada chuckled faintly and pushed me towards the kitchen table motioning for me to sit down in front of a place with nine maybe eleven deliciously looking  and served pancakes.
I practically drooled at the sight of the syrups slowly flowing down the pancakes and the slowly melting butter on top. I quickly sat down and grasped for the fork and knife which where conveniently placed on each side of the with pancakes filled plate,looking up at Canada.
"Eat up! It's all yours." He chuckled and sat down on the seat across mine. Why did they even have so many seats? America and Canada lived alone meaning two to four chairs would be enough right? Why six?
Nevertheless I stopped thinking about how many chairs they had at the simple wooden kitchen table and started consuming (isn't this like your favorite word sappyboio?) the pancakes. They tasted so sweet and soft. Like angles where dancing on my tongue. I only took about three to five minutes til I ate the whole pancake tower on my own. God I felt so selfish and gross. The worst thing was that Canada watched me the whole time. I looked back at him and blushed brightly causing him to chuckle softly.

After another few minutes of just the two of us eyeing each other while my blush just increased every minute his deep green eyes seemed to drill through my heart and leave his traces all over it he smirked and decided to get up and yanked me up as well. He grasped for his oxygen cart and my hand,bringing both back upstairs to his room. Did he want to watch a movie or something?

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Sorry this one was bad again qwq