Matthew Wiliiams was absolutely terrified. He sat there in the dark living room of his best friend (name's) home shivering like a maple leaf. Why was he so scared? Today was the day he would confess (name). It wasn't just any day either, today was her birthday, her twenty-first to be exact.
Matthew had first questioned her what she was doing for her birthday around a month ago, she replied with a sad;"I have to work." And ended the conversation. But the Canadian's mind began to reel with ideas. Matthew had been searching for a way to tell the beautiful girl that he loved her for nearly a year now, the two had first met when they were very young. As children, (name) was the only person who noticed him, she never even got him and Alfred confused. The two quickly became inseparable, and Matthew began developing a crush on (name) by the end of middle school, but he tried to ignore his feelings in the fear that they would loose their friendship, but eventually he couldn't deny the way he felt about her, and by the time they finished high school he was undoubtedly in love with her. But every time he's tried to express his feelings to her, he chickens out or something interrupts him.
However, nothing could interrup this plan he was forming. He would go to her house when she was working, set up a romantic candle lit dinner, surprise when she got home, and pour out his feelings in the most romantic way possible. But, of course, his plan fell through. When he had mentioned his idea to Alfred, the only words he seemed to hear we're: (name), birthday, surprise, and party. For when Matthew explained it to him he jumped up and shouted. "A surprise party? Sweet! I call everyone, and it will be a super huge, totally awesome party that will be beyond compare!!!" Before poor Matthew could even mutter a word, Alfred had dashed out the door.
It was, as Al said, an 'amazing' party. The Canadian thought rather bitterly. Alfred had invited everyone he knew -probably some he didn't, bought out all of Party City, hired some random rock band that Al was a part of in highschool, and had filled the snack table with a overwhelming amount of alcohol. "She can, drink it now! Might as well give her the best drink ever!" Was what Alfred had said when Matthew questioned him. Being over the legal drinking age himself, alcohol was not exactly something he enjoyed. He vaguely wondered if (name) would like the stuff as he attempted to squeeze past the dozens of people stuffed into (name's) living room, which was rather difficult due to the fact that no one noticed him. Everything was the exact opposite of what he wanted it to be, this was not the party he had planned, but if (name) was happy, that's all that mattered.
Once he reached the kitchen he quickly walked to the cupboard and pulled out a glass for water. As he filled his glass he wondered how (name) would react. She would walk to her front door and pull out her keys, as she opened the door she would let out one of her adorable yawns. Then, when she walked in, the lights would flash on and everyone would shout, "Surprise!" She would squeak and jump into the air. Matthew smiled. She was the cutest thing in the world. He loved her more than hockey and maple syrup, and he LOVED maple syrup.
He began to ponder how he could get (name) alone. She would obviously be the center of attention all night, so he couldn't just pull her away somewhere, he wondered if he could just wait until the end of the party...
Suddenly, Matthew's head shot up as a thought struck him. There was one important detail he had forgotten. "Oh-h Maple." He whispered as he ran a hand through his hair. How in the world was he supposed to tell (name)?! He always imagined having some long beautiful declaration of love that he would practice for days, and when he told (name) she would instantly be swept off her feet and fall into his arms, saying that she had loved him since the moment they met. Then he would kiss her passionately, and soon her clothes would be on the floor and they would be- Matthew abruptly ended his little daydream, shaking his blushing face. Sometimes his French side came out a little more than it should. He blamed Francis.
Matthew's thoughts came to a sudden halt when the entire house became deathly quiet, save the faint sound of keys in the door. Matthew caught his breath. (Name) was here. He listened intently, as the lock clicked and the door creaked open. The loud roar of; 'surprise' echoed through the house, followed by a high pitched shriek. Matthew chuckled. It was exactly as he had predicted.
He placed his glass on the counter and quickly made his way to the front door. Most of the partygoers had returned to enjoying themselves, talking to one another, dancing, eating, and drinking. (Name) was still standing in the doorway, thanking all of her friends, tears of joy threatening to spill from her eyes. When her (e/c) eyes locked with his her smile instantly grew, she quickly ran over to him and jumped into his arms, stirring butterflies in his stomach.
"Thank you Mattie." She whispered into his shoulder. "Thank you so much."
Matthew blushed and wrapped his arms around her. "Y-you're welcome." He mumbled.
She pulled back and opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Alfred cutting in between them. "Come on (name)! You gotta see my old band and I perform!" He began to pull her away. "No band can compare to the American Hamburgers!" He said in his 'hero' voice. Matthew sighed, it was going to be a long night.
It was around midnight when the crowd began disperse, leaving only, a drunk Arthur passed out on the couch mumbling about fairies and a mint bunny, Alfred and Gilbert belting out songs off key, and a few others. (Name) was chatting with Kiku about a book they both had read, and Matthew was fidgeting in his seat, trying to muster up the courage to go talk to her.
Francis, (who surprisingly hadn't left with a girl) noticed Matthew's discomfort. "What's wrong mon ami?" Francis asked as he sipped a glass of wine. "You look upset."
Matthew glanced at his father figure, debating on if he should ask him for advice or not. He weighed his options before slumping his shoulders, turning to Francis he whispered solemnly. "I-I need your help." Francis raised an eyebrow and leaned closer. "I want t-to tell (name) that I love h-her, b-but I don't know how." He said quietly, a red blush on his face.
Francis laughed, and Matthew looked at him in shock. He's laughing at me? Why is he laughing at me?! He thought, slightly agitated.
"That is all?" Francis chuckled. "Why Matthew, when you love someone the words will simply come from your heart." He slung an arm around Matthew's shoulders. "Just look into her eyes, and the words will come to you. You are part French after all, non?" He laughed again, but Matthew didn't find his words comforting, if anything they made him more nervous. Francis frowned. "Perhaps you need a little push mon ami." Francis stood, grabbed Matthew's shaking arm, and sauntered toward Kiku and (name), pulling poor Matthew behind him. "Excuse moi (name)" (name's) eyes drifted to Francis, offering him a sweet smile. "Would you mind stepping outside with dear Matthew here? He has something rather urgent to tell you," (name) grinned and stood up nodding, quickly biding Kiku good-bye.
Meanwhile, Matthew had gone into 'Holy maple, Francis meant he was going to make me tell her now, as in now now!' Extreme panic attack mode 2.O. He desperately tried to stutter out an excuse, as Francis from pushed (name) and him toward the back door. But all he could do was shake his head softly and blush a million shades of red. Before he knew it, Francis had pushed the two of them out onto (name's) back porch. He gave Matthew a quick thumbs up before slipping back into the house, locking the door behind him.
Is it just me? Or is the whole world shaking? Matthew asked himself as he stared at his quivering hand. He could hear (name's) soft footsteps coming towards him. Dear maple on ice! I'm not ready! What do I say?! How will she react? What if she doesn't like me back? That thought struck Matthew to the core. What would happen then? Would she ever talk to me again?
"Matthew?" Her sweet voice called. "Are you okay?" He could feel her caring gaze on his form, and her hand rested gently on his shoulder. Taking deep breaths Matthew turned toward (name). Her beautiful (e/c) eyes were staring at him with deep concern, and Matthew couldn't help but notice how shockingly beautiful she looked. Her (h/c) hair was beginning to fall out of the bun she had it pulled back into and the loose stands blew slightly in the wind, the stars behind her sparkled, making her look like a angel. Matthew stared at her in awe, wondering how such an amazing creature could ever be created. He wanted to tell her he loved her, he wanted her to know how much she means to him, he wanted (name) to his, and his only.
He offered her a small smile. "I'm fine." He whispered.
She smiled. "Good." She hesitated for a moment. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"
It took all he had not to go into a panic attack again. "Well you s-see I-I," Oh yes stuttering, very manly Williams "I-I wanted to t-tell y-you, um..." You love her! Tell her you love her! "Um, I-I" For the love of Canada, just compliment her or something you dote! "You smell like yourself." Matthew mentally face-palmed. She smells like herself? Of course she smells like herself! Why couldn't you have said how pretty she looks, or how beautiful her eyes are?
(Name) raised an eyebrow. "Um, is that good?" She asked, resisting the urge to quickly sniff her armpits to make sure she didn't have a odor.
"Y-yes! I-I mean y-you al-ways smell l-like p-peppermint and, and, good s-smelling things." Matthew rubbed the back of his neck, he was hopeless.
(Name) giggled softly. "Is that what you came out here to tell me?"
"No! T-that wasn't it a-at all! N-not that y-you don't smell g-good or anything! I just... Oh maple, I can't do this." Matthew mumbled and stared at his shoes. She probably thinks I'm a loser now. He thought solemnly. Serves me right, I can't even tell her I love her!
"Y-you what?" Matthews head shot up. (Name) was staring at him with wide eyes and a pink hue on her cheeks. He had said that out loud! Matthew began to panic again. Oh no, oh no, oh no! She knows! What do I do! Judging by the look on her face Matthew guessed that she didn't love him back, and why would she? She was beautiful, funny, smart, and popular. He was just a quiet boy that no one ever noticed. Why would she love him? But as the teary Canadian turned to leave, a strong grip on his hand stopped him. " You l-love me?" (Name) asked softly. Matthew didn't turn around, but slowly nodded.
Suddenly, he was tackled to the ground by a laughing (name). "I love you too you idiot!" She shouted happily into his shoulder. "I love you too!"
If it wasn't for the sharp pain of hitting the ground, Matthew would have thought he was dreaming. She loved him back, the girl of his dreams, loved him! Matthew smiled from ear to ear, and wrapped his arms around (name), still in disbelief. "Really?" He asked quietly.
(Name) pulled back so that she could look into his eyes. "Really" She whispered, and brought her hand up to cup his face.
Maybe it was because she just told him that he loved him back, or maybe it was because she was just so darn pretty, or it could have been just because he was tired of waiting for it. Whatever reason Matthew was glad he did it. For when he leaned up to press his lips against hers, his whole world changed, and he finally realized why all those lovey dovey couples love to kiss so much. Because it was amazing. He reached his hands up to tangle them in her hair, and she rested hers on his chest. Their first kiss was quick and sweet, but he quickly pulled her back in, wanting more and more. Her smooth lips moved against his in a dance, and though at first he was shy and tentative, he quickly grew more passionate and daring, sliding his tongue across her bottom lip. She gasped in shock and he quickly took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. He traced his tongue over her teeth, and tickled her tongue with his. In the back of his mind he wondered where all this boldness came from, and Francis's words echoed in his head. You are part French after all.
Eventually, they had to separate for air, and the two gazed at each other with glazed looks in their eyes. What he just did seemed to click in Matthew's mind for he blushed all the way to the tips of his ears and began to stutter out apologies. But (name) silenced him by quickly pecking his lips again. "I love you Matthew, and you have my permission to kiss me anytime you want." (Name) told him teasingly.
He smiled shyly and began to stroke her face with his thumb. "Je t'aime (name)," He looked at her with all the love in the world. "Je t'aime tellement. Happy birthday." She smiled and leaned down to rest her head on his chest, as he wrapped his arms around her.
Matthew Williams, the one people always mistook for his older brother, the one no one payed attention to, had become the happiest man on earth. Because he had everything he needed, right here in his arms.