"Dude! _______ got Matthew!" Alfred said, confusing everyone. As far as you know, no-one could remember Canada himself, let alone his name. Then again, the chunk of wood in your hand didn't scream Matthew. You expected a maple leaf, or something similar for the quiet, invisible nation.
"Looks like you've got me, eh?" A deep voice spoke. You looked behind you and saw, who you thought was Matthew.
He had the same hair and eyes, and that adorable curl sticking out from his head. But the smirk on his face told you different. He had a lustful look in his eyes and was leaning casually on a hockey stick, which you noticed had had a piece ripped off it.
A pair of goggles sat on his head, the lenses in them a burnt orange. He wore a torn up t-shirt and a leather biker jacket, along with baggy black trousers and what looked like Doc martins. This definitely wasn't the Mattie you knew. HIs violet eyes burned into you as you both walked into the closet, him leaving the hockey stick just outside, leaning it against the wall.
As soon as the door was closed, he attacked your neck, making you yelp. "M-Mattie?! What're you doing?!" You stuttered, blushing and whimpering a little as he nibbled your neck, leaving a few red marks. "What does it look like I'm doing eh?" He asked, smirking at you, before kissing you roughly, surprising you even more. But you didn't mind. You knew the real Matthew would never attempt something like this, so welcomed it. You let your fingers run through his golden locks, smirking a little as you came to the curl. Since he was being rough with you, you'd be rough with him. You yanked on the curl, drawing a groan from him as he bucked into you, making you moan as well. He attacked your neck again, leaving marks on your collarbone as his hands snaked their way up your top, making you squirm as his fingers brushed against the skin. He pushed his fingers underneath your bra and squeezed, making you jump in both pleasure and shock, since his hands were freezing. He bucked into you again, drawing more moans from you as he bit the juncture of your neck harshly.
"Come on dudes! Time u-woah!" Alfred said as he stood there staring. Matthew looked at him, possessiveness flashing in his eyes. He pulled his hands out of your bra and pulled your top back down. He then gave Alfred evils for interuppting him and pulled you out to his car, the both of you getting into the back seat as he attacked your neck once more.