When they got to Matthew's house, he told Feliciano to make himself at home. The Italian liked his house. It wasn't too big but it wasn't relatively small. It was just right. Every now and then there was something with a maple leaf woven into the design. He liked it. After a while, Matthew came in the room with a plate full of pancakes. He gave Feliciano two and handed him the maple syrup. Feliciano poured a little on and handed it back to Matthew. Matthew took a huge stack and drenched it in the sticky, sweet substance. God I love him so much...Feliciano thought, looking at Matthew, who was sitting across from him with a big smile on his face as he chewed his pancakes. When Matthew looked up the first thing he noticed was the maple syrup on Feliciano's cheek. He smiled, blushed lightly, then leaned over and licked it off.
''Y-you had a little som-" but he was cut off by the connection of Felicano's and his own lips.
((haha I am sorry, by the way, I may have sort of stole that scene from a mapletea FanFiction I read so credit to whoever wrote it!))
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