CanadaXReader Pancakes

CanadaXReader Pancakes
________ plodded out of the bedroom she shared with Matthew.
Following the route imbedded into her mind, the female stopped at the doorway to the kitchen. Following the recipe she somehow memorized from watching Matthew cook, she grabbed a bag of self-raising flour, a carton of eggs, a carton of milk, a non-stick frying pan, a wooden spoon, a mixing bowl and a stick of butter.
Matthew stumbled into the kitchen, about to greet his girlfriend with a "Good Morning Kiss", when he nearly screamed.
You were wielding a pan and flipping pancakes. Flipping pancakes?! ________, a distant relative of Arthur, flipping pancakes?! Whoever had heard of such a nonsensical idea?
As you turned to place the milk, butter and eggs back into the fridge, Matthew caught sight of your eyes. They were still and pure white -  not a trace of your usual iris and pupil.
"Yo, dude! W-wh-wha? ________'s making panc-mmph?!"
"________'s sleepwalking! If we make too much noise, instead of drifting slowly out of sleep, she'll jerk into consciousness, resulting in a heart attack!!"
"B-but panc-"
"Shut up you f*ck*r!!!"
Alfred's eyes widened. Matthew never swore - ever. He stole a glance in Matthew's direction and a sly smirk formed on his lips. Matthew, in his panicked state, had not realized his use of colorful language, nor the absolutely ridiculous expression, which was becoming increasingly ridiculous every passing second, on Alfred's face.
"H-huh? Pancakes? A pan? A PAN?! MATTHEW! THERE'S A PAN IN MY HAND!! ARGH! FIRE! FIRE!!!"
"Dude, that's the stove."
You whipped around and pointed your special-edition non-stick frying pan at the intruder's face.
"ELIZAVETA IS MAH SENSEI BIOTCH!!! O-oh... hey Alfred... why is your face like that...it's really creepy....it's like England's rape face..."
Your cheeks took on a pink hue as you slid the special-edition non-stick frying pan onto the kitchen bench.
You yelped as you were suddenly pinned to the wall and showered with kisses.
"________, you have no idea how worried I was!"
Alfred's face turned even more amusing.
"Why? What happened? DID I GET RAPED?!?!"
"You made pancakes!"
"I made pancakes?!?!"
"I know! It was so scary!"
"Scary?"
"Yeah, your eyes were up in your head, dude, like you were possessed or something."
"OH MY GOD MAYBE I WAS!!!"
"Alfred! You know how she gets!!"
"What?"
"No I don't."
"Um... forget I said that."
"I think he's hiding something, dude."
"Agreed. Tickle time."
"Wait, no, we can talk about this!"