You stayed in your seat for a few minutes. Canada came around in front of you to question this action. "[Y/N], aren't you going to go get your choice?" He asked. You nodded your head. Of course you were. He was right here anyways. He had always been there for you. Always. He had confessed first. He was your best friend. He was your neighbor. He helped you and cared for you. He meant more to you than any other country in this house. He was the one for you. Canada. Matthew Williams.
"Umm...so what are you waiting for?" He asked in his gentle voice.
"I'm not waiting for anything."
"What do you mean?" Canada was deeply confused. He was your best friend here, usually he would know what you were thinking. He did not understand your actions right now at all. What were you doing?
Then it hit him.
"It looks like you've noticed." You smiled. Canada walked a bit closer to you. Was it really him? Was he really your choice? Him? He could feel his eyes get watery. He engulfed you in a hug.
"It's m-me?" He managed to get out. You hugged him back.
"Of course it's you."
He pulled away and wiped his eyes a bit. He blushed from the embarrassment of crying. "Umm..." He was stuck with what to do now. You helped him with a little nudge.
Soon he got the point and kissed you. It was warm. His lips were soft. Your chest tingled. His taste was stereotypical as well. Maple syrup. He was your little Canadian boy. Your country. Yours.
You two ended up moving out of the place and to his within a matter of a month. Canada was a really nice and quiet country. After two years of dating you two got married. It was beautiful. In the woods with only the bride, groom, America, England, France and Kumajiro. You had two children. One boy and one girl. Matthew Jr. and Iris. You lived a happy life with no fight or doubts or even problems as you raised your two children. Without knowing you became the personification for Ottawa. You and Canada would live together and love each other for as long as the nation of Canada lived on.