"_-______________, no," said your friend Matthew.
"Come on Mattie," you said giggling. "It can't be that bad."
He shook his head, "I-It isn't done yet."
You and Matt had been friends for many years. He was your adorable, shy, lovable Canadian. He was a fantastic artist; most of what he drew in high school had already been admitted into art galleries. And he was so easy to tease.
"Come on Mattie, please," you pouted, "please give me a sneak peek!"
"N-no," he said his face turning slightly red.
You laughed at the thought of a great prank to play, "Ohhhh Mattie~. Did you draw a dirty picture of me?"
His face got redder. "I-I-I…"
"Taking after Francis now I see," you said turning away and crossing your arms in a teasing manner.
"_-_________ I'm not-."
"I see how it is," you said, "Francis has taken over your mind and turned you into a PERVERT!" You said tackling him and sitting on the young Canadian's back.
"_-_________, I-I-I didn't-."
"Geeze Mattie I was just kidding," you said getting off of your best friend. "I know you aren't a pervert."
Matthew sighed, "Then why did you do that?"
"Because the look on your face was priceless," you said cracking up and slinging an arm around his shoulder. "But seriously Matt you need to learn how to lighten up!"
"v-Very funny __________," he said sighing.
"Well I gotta get home," you said giving him a hug. "See you later."
"S-see ya," he said his face turning pink. Once you were gone he turned back to the covered canvas and smiled; his work of art was waiting.
On the way home your body and mind finally caught up with what you had just done. Your face turned completely red and you let out a squeal of embarrassment. "I can't believe I did that!"
Not only was your favorite Canadian adorable, shy, lovable, and easy to tease. But he was the nicest guy you had ever known, he was always a gentleman, he always stuck by you. And you had the biggest crush on him. Not that you would ever tell him, or admit it out loud.
But, o' Lord. He was handsome. He had violet-blue eyes and blonde hair with this one curl that always stuck out. And you always had a thing for guys who wore glasses. Heck you even dated his older brother Alfred for a while, but it was mainly because he looked so much like Mattie.
You didn't know how much more of this you could take…
~time skip brought to you by England; we are still waiting for his eyebrows to turn into butterflies~
The art reveal. You searched for Mattie in the crowd of people. His final masterpiece was about to be revealed, and you couldn't find him!
"Ladies and gentleman, this paining was done by a one Matthew Williams and will be his final work. It is called Amour," they pulled back the canvas to reveal a picture of a beautiful woman with (h/c) hair and striking (e/c) eyes.
"Hey, she looks a lot like…" you thought then it hit you. It was a picture of you! But it wasn't at all what you had said before. (No, you were not naked) You were dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, but you looked radiant.
A woman poked you on the shoulder, "Hey is that-."
You turned very red and ran out of there.
"_____________!" shouted Matthew running after you.
You stopped like a trained dog and turned around to watch Matt stumble and fumble trying to make his way over to you.
"__________," he said a little out of breath, "did you see the painting?"
You nodded and gave your best smile, "It was great Mattie."
His face lit up like a Christmas tree, "Really? I was hoping you'd like it."
"Well I did," you said smiling.
'Good," he said. "Umm, __________. I've been waiting for a long time, but I got something to say."
"What is it?"
"Umm, I-I aaaa, I lo-….I love you."
Your face went red, "R-Really?"
He nodded vigorously, "You mean a lot to me ___________. I couldn't have gotten this far without you. You're my muse and, umm, well what I mean to say is…will you…be my girlfriend?"
"Y-yes," you said leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
"You missed," he said when you pulled away.
"Wha-?" he pulled you in this time showing you how much of Francis he took after.