Seating yourself comfortably on a red and white couch behind you, your friend and personification of Canada, also called Matthew Williams, took his seat next to you while turning on the television. It was time to watch the reruns of the Canadian hockey team playing the US, however Matthew was busy at a world meeting to see it-even though he's hardly noticed anyway.

Sitting there happily, you gave your Canadian friend a glance before looking back to the screen to see....uh oh...US had already got a goal. Turning back to Matthew, he didn't look all that happy. Everything went back to normal a few moment after, until US got a second AND third goal..

Matthew was not impressed. They did so well before, beating Russia, and now they were being creamed by his own brother.

"M-maple." he stuttered, seeing Canada-his own country-hadn't even gotten one goal yet.

For some reason, your mind began to race over the whole mentioning of 'Maple'. To put it right out there..you were jealous. You always heard him mention a 'Maple' quite a few times, no matter what was going on. It was beginning to bug you.

Was this a girl he was speaking of? Was he always thinking about her? Maple IS a pretty name. Maybe she was cute and shy too. Maybe she was some kind of god to him..

"Hey Matt?" you asked, hoping to avoid the sadness in your eyes as you looked to your friend.

"Yes (name)?" he asked, turning from the tv to see you, smiling as such.

"Whose Maple?"

He lifted an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?"

"Whose this Maple you keep talking about?" you rephrazed, sighing a little.

Matt gave a little smirk before looking back to the tv, only to find out US had gotten yet ANOTHER goal and Canada zip.

"HOLY MAPLE!-" he cried, standing up from the couch and held his head in his hands.

"WHOSE MAPLE?!?" you shouted right after him, watching his head turn constantly from you to the tv, then back to you until he finally gave up and sat back down. You weren't evan paying attention to the game at all.

"W-what are you talking ab-"

"You always say 'Maple' this and 'Maple' that." you said angrily, not even caring anymore. Your top was blown. The final straw. The last peice of cake was eaten. The cookie crumbled.
"Who is she? She your 'girlfriend'? Is she worth talking about more than me?" you began to sound like you were complaining, however Matthew began to understand. He now realized this whole time you thought he was talking about a girl.

He began to laugh over your sudden angry/jealous behaviour.

"What." you grumbled, turning to face him, only to be greeted to a warm pair of lips, suddenly touching yours.

Once you both parted, your eyes fluttered a little, as if your spirits had been lifted about 1000ft into the sky. Truth be told..they were. Matthew smiled, before slowly caressing your face.

"Silly (name)." he laughed a little. "Maple isn't a name for a girl. It's like 'maple-leaf'."

Suddenly thinking about how dumb you'd been acting, and how silly the whole idea was, you slowly began to blush, only to have Matthew pull you into his chest and softly press his nose in your hair.

"It's okay (name). I kinda like you anyway s-so I would never..." he slowly trailed off, and began to rub the back of his neck. "oh maple-I mean-Uh-"

Feeling the proper urge, you took his nice sweated and pulled him into another kiss, smashing your lips to his harshly, hoping to gain access to his mouth as soon as possible. He smiled slowly, and began to pet your hair as you two slowly began to 'french-kiss'.

Once you two parted again he nuzzled his face into your neck while purring sensually.

"You know what (your name)." he kissed your neck slowly and softly, giving you small goosebumps and making you blush.

"Y-yes Matthew?-" you asked nervously before-

"USA WINS WITH FIVE TO ONE FOR CANADA."

There a sudden pause, before you and Matthew looked to the screen to find the sad news. Canada had lost that game to US.

While he frowned in dissapointment, you grinned, and slowly crept onto his lap and pulled his head away from the screen.

"You were saying Matthew~" you laughed a little, before watching his face slightly turn pink, while taking hold of your hands and stroking them softly.

"I was going to say.." he began to purr again, continuing to kiss your neck softly.

"Out of all the lovely leaves in this world, your the prettiest I know~"