CanadaXReader- Cabane a Sucre

Canada X Reader- Cabane a sucre

Just something random I put together... its not that amazing, but whatever.

It wasn't late by any means, not even 7 o'clock yet, but the sun was going down rapidly as your boyfriend, Matthew opened the car door and you slipped out.

You looked around at the shack you were standing in front of, there were other people milling about, waiting for… something. What for you had no clue. Matthew had surprised you with a road trip, down thru a large forest and across Quebec city.

There was a sign on the front of the shake, yes, but unluckily even for you it was in French. Matthew was always trying to get you to learn it, but it never took.

You breathed into your hands, your breath condensed and was whisked away by a small chilled wind. Your f/c scarf was wrapped around your neck several time to compensate the cold evening.  

"Matthew." You asked him, as he lead you over to the door where more and more people were waiting. "What are we doing at a tiny little shack on the edge of Quebec city?"

Matthew smiled at you. "You'll see."

A moment later, after the few people that had been waiting turned into a small mob, a large, bearly looking man in a plaid jacket and rugged jeans came out with a plump older lady. She looked like a little grandmother, someone who would make cookies with you just for the fun of it. While he looked like a lumberjack. But a nice one, none the less.

They started speaking in French, a few people asked question (also in French) then they waved everyone in the shack.

"Matthew?" you asked, not understanding a syllable of the conversation.

Matthew took your hand. "Common." He said, leading you into, thru the shack, and out the back door with everyone else.

In front of you there was 8 or so troffs about 3 feet high. Matthew led you to the final spot at the last troff. It was filled with snow, clean pure snow mixed with small chunks of ice. A girl with her long brown hair in two low pigs tails that curled around her shoulders.

"Ici." She said to you, handing you a large flat popsicle stick and going back around to the front.

"Matthew… Now I'm really confused." You said as the two leaders explained something as another boy came around the toffs. You couldn't see what he was doing over top of the people that were talking in rapid fire French in front of you.

"well," said Matthew. "There going to come around and pour crème a sucre in a line." Sure enough, as the boy got to the opposite end of your troff you noticed he was holding a large kettle type thing. When he got up to Matthew, he stuck his stick into the brown liquid, and starting twirling.

The boy looked up at you before pouring your very own line of golden brown liquid. You watched it as it began to solidify on the snow, hesitantly you stuck your stick and started twirling, following Matthew's example.

When you were finished you looked up at the ball of taffy looking stuff that was now there. It was freckled with tiny ice cubes that were already beginning to melt, causing the ball to sag and drip slightly.

When you looked up at Matthew, he had the popsicle stick in his mouth and he was sucking on it, he nodded to you, telling you to try it.
So slowly, you brought the stick to your mouth and slid your lips around it. Even within seconds you could feel the ice crystals melting and letting the maple flavour cool on your taste buds.

"wow." You said, as you popped the now clean stick from your mouth.

"I told you you'd like it." Said Matthew. Just as you were about to thank him for bringing you when the cute little middle schooler who had given you the popsicle stick took your and Matthew's hands and pulled you over to a two person line up, that's when you noticed music was playing from somewhere. She lifted both her arms up, in an attempt to make you imitate her, which you did . the tips of your fingers a few inches from Matt's, making an arch between you two that followed the arch everyone else was doing. Making a long tunnel like structure.

You knew what this was: a square dance.

People ran down the line, holding hands, when they got to the beginning of the line, which got closer and closer to you as the dance went on, the men bowed and the women curtsied then they ran back around to the back where it began again.

Then, before you knew it, you and Matthew were running down the tunnel of arms.
At the end, you bent your legs, pulling out the bottom of your long black coat and trying your best to curtsy. Matthew bowed to you, his face pure red.

You both turn back down the line and ran to the back, when you turned to take your spot in front of Matthew in the line, your feet hit a patch of ice. You flailed around as you barrelled into Matthew, he caught your hands on either side of chest and you stopped with your face only a few inches from his own.

"Thanks for bringing me here." You said.

"Y-You're welcome." He replied.

Then you shared a sweet, warm, mapley kiss.  

"Awwwww~" Said the crowed, who had stopped dancing to watch the scene. The music had stopped playing.