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"Hey, Mattie..." You said, trying not to giggle.

"Y-yes, ______?"

"Could you uh... Could you read off this list of words for me?"

Canada took the list of words of from you and looked over them. He looked confused. "These aren't difficult words or anything..." he thought to himself. But he figured he'd humor you .

If he only knew...

"About" he started, raising a brow at the giggling girl.

"Sorry." you said, answering his silent question. "Continue, please."

"Um... Okay. 'against'."

She chuckled a little louder at this. The usually patient Canadian was starting to get a little irritated, but you motioned for him to continue.

"Um... Lava?"

You broke, bursting out into a fit of laughter. Canada also broke.

"Now, just one minute, missy! What the heck is so gosh darn funny?!" he demanded, still using that gentle tone.

"Ha ha, I'm sorry, Mattie. It's just... Aha ha... Your accent! It's so cute!!"

Canada suddenly went from being angry to being embarassed. "c-cute?" he questioned.

"Yeah!" you chirped, finally calming down. "Just like you!"

"O-oh... Thanks... You know, I think you're pretty cute too, ______."

This time you were the flustered one, but you handled it better.

"Awwww, thank you Mattie!" you said, leaning to kiss his cheeks. But Canada moved at the last minute, causing you to accidentally kiss him.

Neither of you moved for a second, staring at each other with wide eyes and beet red faces. Finally though, Canada backed away.

"Wahhh! I'm so sorry, ______! I didn't mean to -"

You cut him off with another kiss.

"Aww Mattie!" you chimed "If you wanted to kiss me, why didn't you say so?"

Canada then proceeded to faint.

"Mattie?" you asked, waving a hand in front of his face. "You-who, Mattie?"


No response.

"Huh. I guess he couldn't handle all his feels..." you figured, walking away.
Wrote this because, Canada is adorable X3

And I do find Canadian accents kind of silly. I heard my Canadian English teacher say some of these and every time he did I would giggle. If you guys know any more, tell me and I'll add them!

(gasp) I forgot "Tomorrow"! :O
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In the middle of the night, you woke to the sound of aggravated barking, each yip and growl piercing the silence. The neighbourhood strays were fighting again, probably over a scrap bone or something. Beside you, Ludwig stirred, groaning quietly before letting out a string of curses in his native tongue.

"Vhat is zat?" he grumbled, turning towards you. In the dark, you couldn't see his face, but you could bet his sleepy expression was cute.

"Ah, you don't know." This was the first time he'd spent the night at your place. "Our neighbourhood has some stray dogs, and they're always messing around with each other."

The barking quieted, and then suddenly started up again.

Ludwig gritted his teeth, burying his face into his pillow. "God, I hate zose stupid mutts."

"Hey," you said, gently. "It's not their fault. They have to survive somehow."

He snorted in response, narrowing his sky-blue eyes that looked black in the shadows. "I von't be able to fall asleep again. Unless…" He moved closer, the bed creaking under the shift in weight, until his face was a millimeter away from yours. He smiled wickedly, waiting for you to react.

"Unless what?" you said, trying not to look flustered. Ludwig loved to tease you, but recently, you'd learned how to tease him back—by pretending not to get any of his hints. His disappointed reaction was always so adorable.

He let out a heavy sigh. "Never mind," he said, sounding dejected, curling up a little. Then he perked up. "I suppoze I can still do this, zough?" He turned back to face you and pulled you into his arms, wrapping them around your waist.

"H-hey." You blinked, startled.

He gave you a kiss on the forehead and you felt his lips curve into a smirk. "Zis will do," he said, settling in. He rested his chin on the top of your head. "And you zought you could get ze better of me."

"No," you said, hiding a smile. "I don't think I ever could."

"I vouldn't vant you to. Isn't zis much more enjoyable for the both of us?"

"How am I supposed to sleep like this, though?" you asked, pressed up against his chest. Not that you particularly minded, but you doubted your heart-pounding would subside anytime soon to let you get any rest.

"Deal viz it, liebling," he whispered.

So you did.
I accidentally deleted this (.___.) so here it is again. Sorry for the spam!! Germany's so...aweralskdgha;wuer.
Why is he so affectionate here? ;___;

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You narrowed you eyes at the soft-spoken Canadian.

He had absolutely had no idea what was about to happen.

You grinned deviously as you began to slowly walk towards the unaware man, who was to busy flipping pancakes on the stove.




You launched yourself onto his back, causing him to let out a quiet yelp ((that you hardly even heard if it wasn't for the fact that you were on his back)).

"_-_____!! W-what are you d-doing?!" He ((softly)) shouted out at you, clutching your hands to his chest.

"Hehe," You giggled softly. "Mattie~ I want a piggyback ride!!" You shouted out excitedly, scaring poor Matthew.

"B-but _____-!" He began but was interrupted by your's truly.

"M-mattie! Pweez!!" You gave him your specialty.  

Your cute and absolutely adorable:

Puppy Dog Eyes

And you know that he can't resist your puppy dog eyes.

He tried to resist but like every other got to him. He slowly nodded and cringed when you squealed.

You let go of him and waited for him to crouch down in front of you.  He did ((not before setting the pancake down))  and you quickly climbed onto his back. He picked you up with ease. ((After all he IS the representation of Canada))

You giggled like a little girl, causing Canada to sigh but smiled at the fact that you were having fun.

But it sure wasn't funny when he came back to a burnt pancake.

R.I.P Pancake
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CanadaxReader- Never Been Noticed Before

   The blonde walked discouraged down the halls of the grand place. He had once again been mistaken for America. It seemed like it was happening more and more frequently.
   "Darn it, one day I'll give those guys what for!" He tightened a fist of determination and raised it above his head. "I am Canada, dang it!" The man looked around. No one but Kumajiro was near and the white bear was rolling around on the floor and could care less about the country. He sighed and dropped his arm. "And that's my problem, eh?" He leaned up against the nearest wall. "I'm Canada," Gravity pushed him down until he was sitting on the ground. The polar bear waddled up to him and rested his head on Canada's lap.

"Who are you?" he asked quietly.

"You know who I am," He closed his eyes and leaned back his head.

"Um, excuse me, sir?" A voice beckoned Canada to awaken. His eyes fluttered open and focused in upon your face. Your big (eye color) eyes were staring curiously at the man who was sleeping on the floor. Instinctively, he looked about, seeing who else you could possibly be talking to.

"M-me?" He pointed to his chest in shock.

"Well who else, silly!" You extended a hand for him to pull himself up.

He laughed uneasily and grabbed your hand. You hauled him to his feet and helped him brush off the dirt and polar bear hair that had collected on his shirt.

"What were you doing on the floor?" You asked the man, concerned. Canada looked over his shoulder again.

"You know I'm not America, right?" He mumbled picking up Kumajiro and hugging him around his chest, dismissing your question.

You scoffed. "Well of course! I passed by him a while ago. I'm _____," You smiled and held out your hand. "Who are you?"

That same question that always came Canada's way... He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Eh... I'm Canada. I wouldn't expect you to know, no one ever does," He shook your hand.

"That's so great! I met everyone already and was wondering if there was a Canada here," You giggled. Canada was staring blankly at you.

"Did France or America pay you to do this?"

You looked at him confused. "N-no..."

"Then why are you talking to me?" Canada cut you off looking at his feet. "I'm supposed to be invisible," You stared at him, not knowing what to say. His head snapped up suddenly. Kumajiro squirmed from his grasp and sat on the ground looking up at the two. "You aren't supposed to notice me! I've never been noticed before and this is wrong!" He shoved you back, almost causing you to fall. "I don't care how much those guys are paying you to mess with me but... Just.. JUST CUT IT OUT!"

You looked at him in shock. "I'm not t-trying to mess with you," You looked away and found yourself locking eyes with Kumajiro.

"You made Mattie cry," He pointed a stumpy paw up to his master. Sure enough, salty tears were streaming down his face.

"My role is to be invisible," He said wiping his eyes. "Why are you the only person able to recognize me?" You shrugged, not really understanding him at all.

"Dude, why are you crying? Grow a pair! This girl isn't that mean, is she?" America had come up behind you and was looking at the pathetic country.

"I... I hope I didn't upset you," You said to Canada, ignoring the outspoken American who was munching on a hamburger in your ear. The blonde had composed himself and took up Kumajiro in his arms again.

"I'm fine," he said before turning and walking away.

"Geez dude, what did you do?" Before you could comprehend what he said, you were running after the Canadian.

When you found him he was sitting at a small table by a window. Placed in front of him was a thick stack of pancakes swimming in maple syrup. You approached with caution, since he didn't see you yet. He had just stuffed a mouthful of syrup drenched pancakes into his mouth when he noticed you. His expression changed to a cute look of surprise.

"Ahh... I just... wanted to apologize for everything," you rubbed your arm uncomfortably. "I really didn't mean to make you upset,"

"So, you really wanted to get to know me?" he asked shyly. You nodded. He smiled. "Why?"

"Because I notice you,"
Short cheesy Canada reader ftw!

So this was supposed to be set in the 'world meeting' place, but I diddn't really know how to describe it or get it out there, so, I'm telling you here. :D


I do not own Canada, or America, or France, or even Kumajiro... So yea :)
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"WOO! We're totally going to hang out in the wild, dude!"

You laughed as your friend Alfred hopped around in excitement, his backpack jumping around on his frame.

His brother, Matthew, stood next to him with a small smile across his lips.

Today you were going to go on a nature trail with them, and you couldn't be more excited! You had been friends with the polar-opposite siblings several years, and you loved spending time with them. Alfred was so fun to hang around; his child-like enthusiasm and hero complex had you constantly laughing. And Matthew...

He was perfect. Calm, sweet. A bit shy, but it made him all the more adorable in your eyes. You started falling for this kind-natured boy ages ago, but you were too nervous to tell him how you felt. So you admired him in silence, secretly swooning over his delicate features...


You were snapped out of your imagination by Alfred's impatient voice. You flushed slightly, embarrassed to have been daydreaming about Matthew, especially when he was standing five feet away!

"Wh-what? Sorry, I was just thinking..." You trailed off lamely.

"I said, are we ready for our adventure in the forest or what?"

You grinned at Alfred's excited face. "Sure, let's go!" You said, grabbing your own bag.

You headed for the trail and realized it was barely wide enough for two people.
You hesitated. Should you let the two brothers go ahead? But...what if Matthew...

You were spared the tough decision by Alfred, who suddenly sprinted into the trees.

"I totally just saw some wild animal in there, man! Let's get it!"

Your heart started speeding up as you walked side by side with Matthew. You simultaneously blessed and cursed how small the path was. You could almost feel his body heat, even through his thick coat. The sweet smell of maple syrup hung around him, making you feel light-headed. You loved being this close to him...

Ugh! You shook your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You shouldn't be thinking that way! It was nearly impossible that this angel of a man could ever return your feelings. And even if, by some miracle, he did like you, he'd never be able to tell you. You involuntarily let out a sigh.

"(Name)? Is something wrong?"

You turned toward Matthew, his almost music-like voice making your knees feel weak. He looked serious, his eyes full of concern.

You felt your face get hot. "Oh, no, I'm fine! I was...just thinking about how pretty the trees look!"

He smiled. "They are lovely this time if year, eh?"

You inwardly groaned. You always acted like such an idiot whenever you were alone with him. You were surprised he didn't hate you. You looked down, feeling confident the path was a little too small for two people.

. . .

You had been walking for about an hour or so, loving the cool breeze and shining sun as they hit your face. The trail was absolutely beautiful! All different types of trees lined the path, their tall branches leaning over your heads. The leaves were just beginning to turn; bright autumn colors flourished everywhere you looked. It was the perfect day for a walk.

The trail was very peaceful, much to Alfred's displeasure.

"Dude, I thought there were going to be, like, bears or sharks or something."

Along the way, Matthew talked to you about the different plants and flowers you saw. He had an impressive knowledge of nature, and though Alfred kept complaining about how "lame" it was, you hung on to his every word. His eyes were bright as he described the different kinds of flowers. You blushed when he trailed his long fingers over their petals. You couldn't help but imagine what those fingers would feel like on your skin...His smooth hands running down your body...the taste of maple...

You were jolted back to the real world by a sudden crack of thunder. What?

Looking up at the sky, you were shocked to see thick, dark clouds where blue was just a moment ago.

You frowned, upset. If there were a person who controlled the weather, you would have punched them. Just when you got to be close to Matthew, the weather had to go and ruin it!

"You guys! It's gonna rain!" Alfred whined.

"What do we do? Well never make it back to the car in time." You pointed out.

"Maybe there's some kind of shelter we could use?"

"Oh, right! Way to go, Mattie! You're, like, super smart!"

Matthew flushed at the use of his old nickname, and the two of you helped Alfred try to find a place to wait out the rain.

You discovered a little overhang a few yards off. It wasn't really optimal, and it certainly wasn't large, but it would have to do. The three of you managed to squeeze in just as the rain started.

You were sandwiched between the brothers as the rain poured around you. You were hyperaware of any contact you made with Matthew. The skin where your arms touched felt like it was burning. How could he not feel it?!

You fidgeted nervously, watching the downpour and trying to get your mind away from the fact you could here every breath that escaped from his lips. It was really coming down hard. Any thing left out in that would be totally soa-

"OH NO!" You shot up straight, wailing.

"What is it?" Matthew gently touched your arm.

"My bag! I left it on the trail!" You were so surprised by the sudden thunderstorm that you completely forgot to grab your bag from under the tree.

Alfred whipped around to face you. "Don't worry, (Name)! I'll get your bag!"
He crawled out and went tearing away, yelling, "HERO TIME!!!!!"

"But, I didn't even tell him where it is..."
You mumbled.

You suddenly realized that Matthew's hand was still resting on your shoulder. You looked at it and then up at his face. His eyes widened and he quickly removed his hand, blushing.

"S-sorry! I-I didn't mean to..." He stuttered.

You felt your face grow hot. What were you suppose to say? No, Matthew, don't take your hand away…

Instead you stayed silent, fidgeting with your fingers. Here was a rare chance to be alone with him and you weren't about to pass it up!

You turned and noticed a cluster of blue flowers growing in the corner of the hollow.

How perfect.

You sent a silent word of thanks to the heavens and cleared your throat, trying to act as causal as possible.

"Matthew?" You asked as you reached over, picking some of the flowers, "What kind of flowers are these?"

You held your palm up to him and he looked at the little bunch of flowers.

"Those are Forget-Me-Nots. Very pretty, eh?" His face lit up and gently plucked them out of your hand. "They don't grow in Canada, because it's too cold for them. It's been so long since I've seen any!"

You set your head in your hands, smiling. "Why are they called 'Forget-Me-Nots'?"

"It from the French name: ne m'oubliez pas, meaning 'do not forget me'," He said he as he twirled one of the stems between his thumb.

You gave a hum of understanding, admiring the way the French rolled off his tongue. "It's a rather sad name, isn't it? I mean, for such a pretty flower and all."

He nodded. "Yes, it has a lot of sad history attached to it. But it's not all bad. In the old days, it was often worn by women to show their enduring love and faithfulness to the men they loved."

You sat up. "Really?"

"Mmm Hmm." He gazed at the periwinkle flowers until you suddenly lunged forward, trying to snatch them to of his hand.

"(N-Name)! What are you doing?" He clenched his hand around the little plants and drew them away from your greedy fingers.

"I want to wear them!" You protested.

"Why?" He seemed genuinely confused.

"I want to pledge my enduring loyalty to the person I love!"

His face turned red and he suddenly became agitated. "Oh. I didn't know you were in l-love, (Name). Um, c-congratulations.  With who?" He looked frightened. "I-I mean-only if you don't mind telling me! I g-guess it's not really my place, eh?"

You shook your head. "I'm in love with the kindest, most caring, most beautiful man I know. He's absolutely breathtaking in every way: from his knowledgeable mind to his soft heart. He's never rude or angry, even when people are tenfold to him. He's just sweet, and gentle, and wonderful..." You knew you were blabbering, but you had to let it all out. "I would do anything to see his smile, and I would absolutely wear these flowers for him, because I would give him my absolute devotion, and," Your voice dropped. "I could never, ever forget him. Even if other people do."
You stared at Matthew, shivering slightly. Half from the cold, half from nerves.

He gazed at you, wide-eyed. "Y-you…I don't…M-me?" He whispered incredulously.

Nodding, you moved toward him. "Of course..."

You slowly leaned closer, hardly daring to breath. His cobalt eyes where so close, and looking right into your own.

You closed your eyes as you pressed your lips into his. You could feel him start in shock.

He hesitantly kissed you back, letting his lips melt over yours.

Shy or not, he was a fantastic kisser!


You felt his fingers trembles as you mumbled his name. You both pulled away, breathless.

"H-how?" He whispered. "You're so beautiful…w-why would you want someone like me?"

"You're the only one I could ever want, Matthew. I mean it." You placed your hand on his pale arm.

He glanced down at it, still stunned. "I-I-"

Matthew looked up at you, joy shining in his eyes. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world!"

You laughed and threw your arms around him, pulling him into another kiss. You clung to each other like the two of you were the only thing that mattered in the world. For some unknown reason, you were giggling like school children, both half mad with happiness and love. Though you were in a tiny cave, and rain was pouring outside, this moment was perfect. Nothing could break this connection…

"WOAH! Dudes, what did I miss?!"

…Well, it was nice while it lasted.
Yay! Finally, time for some sweet Canadian lovin'. :iconmapleleafplz:

(I know this one crossed the corn line a bit, but still. Mathew. :meow:)

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You took a step back to admire your finished restaurant. It certainly stood out in your new American home town, especially when consider all the IHOPs that were everywhere. You grinned proudly. You’d show these Americans what true pancakes were like! Not to mention some pretty darn awesome maple syrup!

You went inside and locked the door, taking your time in admiring the inside. It was set up simply, with some Canadian flag decorations and some American ones. There were plain wooden tables with checkered tablecloths and booths, to add to the American-ness of your new business.

You missed living in Canada, despite your excitement. You had told your friends that it would be a great new opportunity! After all, America was supposed to be the place for new beginnings, right? Despite his obnoxiousness, America’s home was your home for a while, and despite the current bad economy, it would be interesting to go back to your childhood home.

You shut off the lights with a smile as the dark hastily covered your eyes. Tomorrow would be your opening day, and you were excitedly looking forward to it.

You went through the back room, upstairs to the flat you owned above the building. When you opened the door, you weren’t at all surprised to see America sprawled out on your couch, which he must have moved, as well as the T.V., which he must have set up. However, you did not recall having a Wii.

“Yo, _______!” America grinned. “I saw your new shop! I’m gonna come eat here tomorrow!”

“I better go order a truckload of ingredients, then,” You laughed, recalling his voracious appetite.

He jumped to his feet (after pausing his game) and tackle hugged you. “It’s been forever! I’m glad you came back!” He exclaimed cheerfully.

“Yeah, I missed the U.S. of A,” You smiled, “Though I do miss Canada already.” You admitted, abashed.

“Canada, Canada…” America tapped his chin for a second. “Oh yeah! He was totally England’s favorite kid when we were little!”

“Weren’t you?” You questioned, an eyebrow raised. “Aren’t you still?”

America opened his mouth, turning a little red, which you inwardly laughed at. “Whatever, dude! Anyway, I’ll be sure to tell him that you miss him already!”

“America, don’t you dare!” You reached out to grab him, but he skipped out of the way, grinning.

“See ya later, _____! I got you a Wii!” He dove out the window, and when you went to look, he was already gone.

You heaved a sigh, glancing at the Wii. Had he even gotten any games? Huffing again, you went over to the dog crate in your room and undid the clip. “Sorry, boy!” You murmured, rubbing the big dog’s ears. He was a Duck Tolling Retriever, who you had aptly named Maple due to his dark gold fur. The dog snuffled at you and licked your face, before curling up on his bed.

You smiled, and stood up, going to change into your pajamas and go to bed. After all, tomorrow was a big day…


The next morning at six o’clock sharp, you were already down in the restaurant, doing last minute checks on everything. By seven, the first people were showing up, and soon, there was a line of people showing up to try your “genuine Canadian pancakes”.

Panicking, you found yourself struggling to keep up with demands. You hadn’t expected this many people, so you hadn’t hired much help. You were exhausted, and the heat, so familiar and comfortable before, was starting to make you dizzy.

“Boss! You should take a break!” One of your employees, a friend of yours, called out in concern.

“No…then we’ll never be able to keep up,” You replied with a smile towards her.

“Um…______?” A voice said softly behind you.

You whipped around. You recognized that voice! That was…that was…
…who was that? He had somewhat long dark blonde hair, violet eyes, and glasses, as well as a pair of goggles on his head. There was a miniature polar bear sitting on the ground next to him. You were sure you had seen him somewhere…

Just kidding! It was Canada, who you had never been happier to see. “Canada!” You exclaimed, hugging him tightly. “I missed you!”

“You…haven’t even been gone forty eight hours,” He replied with a smile, though he was blushing now. You were the only one who seemed to notice him. The rest of your coworkers had gone back to work, as if even you were invisible now.

“I know, but-“ You were cut off as another order came in. “Ah! I’m sorry, Canada, looks like we’ll have to talk later-“

“You look exhausted,” Canada said in concern. “Let me take over for a little while, eh?”

You looked ready to argue, but Canada, being decisive out of concern, insisted. He turned to his polar bear.

“Komataro, make sure ______ is resting and not secretly working. At least for an hour, anyway.”

“Who are you?” Kumajiro demanded.

Canada sighed, looking defeated. He’d had this argument many times. “I’m Canada, your owner…”

“Let’s go, ______,” The polar bear turned to you, recognizing you immediately. Canada sighed.

You looked hesitantly at the polar bear, then quickly kissed Canada on the cheek, making him turn scarlet. “Thanks, Canada.”

Canada grinned shakily at you. “N-no problem, ______. After all, I’m the one who taught you how to make pancakes, eh?”

You laughed. “That you did.” You turned to your coworkers. “Hey guys! This is Canada, he’s gonna take over for me for a while!”

“Whoa, when’d you get there, dude?” One of your coworkers stared at him in shock.

Your friend looked relieved. “That means you’re taking a break? Thank God for that.” She turned to Canada. “And thank you too, Canadia.”

Canada looked a little peeved. “It’s Canada,” he protested weakly.

“Whatever,” She went back to doing her job.

You giggled in amusement. “See you in a bit, eh?”

Canada couldn’t help but smile. “Alright, ______.” He replied softly.

You and Kumajiro went out back, sitting comfortably in the cool outside. To your surprise, Maple bounded down the stairs and flew into your lap, knocking you over. Not surprisingly, he was followed by America.

“Here, puppy! Here-“ He broke off. “Ah…hi, _____! Nice weather, huh?”

You raised your eyebrows. “America. What were you doing in my home?”

“Uh, well, I was…”

To your surprise, England came out of your house too. “Bloody hell, America,” he cursed. “Did you have to make it so we wound up directly in her house? And you let her dog out too-“ He suddenly noticed you. “Hullo, _____!” He greeted you, covering up his ungentlemanly-ness quickly. “We came to try your pancakes!”

“Really?” You were thrilled.

“Ah…shouldn’t you be making them, or…?” England trailed off.

“No, Canada took over for a bit,” You explained.

Both of them looked blank for a moment.

“Canada? Canadia? England, he was your commonwealth till, like, mid 20th century!” You groaned, exasperated for Canada.

England lit up. “Oh yes! I remember! I took him from France, the poor child…come to think of it…” He looked at you with one bushy eyebrow raised. “I seem to recall you were quite taken with him.”

You slowly turned red. “I, um…”

“Hey, feed me!” Kumajiro batted your face with one paw.

America laughed obnoxiously. “I could totally tell him, you know!” He taunted.

“Well, I could tell England that you love him!” You shot back, instantly covering your mouth when you remembered England was there.

For a moment, there was an awkward silence, for more than one reason, though you didn’t know the other just then.

You stood up and walked slowly into the kitchen, avoiding the awkward scene…when you walked right into Canada.

“Ah! Canada, I’m sorry, I’m just…um…” You turned red and stopped talking when you noticed him looking at you, a little flushed as well.

“Um, I just heard…back there…”

You hoped he had only heard the second part. “You mean about America and England?”

“______, everyone’s known that since World War I.” Canada’s mouth twitched. “I meant…about…um, well…do you really like me?”

His question took you by surprise. You never thought he would be able to straight out ask like that. “No! I mean, yes! I mean…uh…” You hung your head, face heating up. “Yeah…”

To your surprise, when you looked up, he was smiling at you. “I’m happy, ______,” He reached out and hugged you.

“I was lying,” You whispered. Canada looked up, hurt. “I love you, Canada.” You corrected yourself with a smile.

He smiled back. “Je t’aime.” He whispered, and kissed you. Nobody noticed. Both of you were invisible to the world, and the kiss was as sweet as maple syrup.
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You stamped your feet, the cold freezing you. Damn, why did Canada have to be so damn cold! You muttered a string of curse words under your breath, rubbing your hands and shoulders for warmth.

Matthew hadn’t arrived yet, not that that was a problem; you always had the habit to be places ridiculously early.

So that was to be expected. You’d taken the bus, thinking that was okay to go to an nature park. But when you’d gotten off at the stop, a sign was boarded on the gates. “Closed for maintenance my arse.” You mumbled angrily, huddling into your coat.

The bus only came every two hours, so you thought you might as well stay there and go back to Matthew’s house and play video-games or something.

Though it was taking him rather long. Maybe that was just your frustration and the cold getting to you. And you couldn’t be angry at the quiet Canadian anyway, he was just too sweet and nice.

So that’s why, when he did arrive in his red car, you smiled at him and hugged him tightly when he came up to you. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting so long! I should have-“

You cut him off by placing a small kiss on his lips and you smiled, waiting for the blush to spread over his cheeks. “Mat, I’ve got good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?”

He frowned at seeing you shiver, and paused for a moment to wrap part of his long scarf around you. It meant the two of you had to stick close to together, but you wouldn’t complain about that. Holding his arm and gazing into his bespectacled eyes, you waited for his answer.

“....Bad news first.” You sighed, an exasperated look on your face. “Seems as though the park’s closed.”  He sighed as well, he’d was looking forward to seeing all the animals with you. “....So what’s the good news?”

You grinned and kissed his nose. “I love you!”
Inspired by my friend letting me use part of her scarf during break today!

Another shortie, I haven't got much time on my hands lately, so sorry about that ^^"

Please enjoy and tell me what you think, I love reading comments~
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You coughed and winced slightly before snuggling deeper into the blankets and cushions of your sofa, pulling the blankets tighter around yourself just as you heard your phone ringing. You groaned and rolled over to stare at it on the coffee table for a few minutes before you picked it up and answered, not even bothering to check the caller ID.


Canada, or Matthew Williams as he was also known fumbled with his phone for a few moments as he worked on getting the nerve up to talk to you, you and he had been dating for almost a year and a half but he was still nervous around you from time to time, now was one of those times.

"Oh..Um...H-Hey _-__________... I-I just wanted to know if, i-if you might... If maybe you would, I mean I'm asking if y-"

Matthew was cut off by what sounded like a rather painful, and violent coughing fit from you, he had no idea that you were sick, you hadn't called him, that fact stung a little, you had insisted he call you whenever he was sick, so why didn't you want him to come take care of you now?

You blew your nose and coughed a few more times before you managed to regain your ability to speak, the effort it took hurt, and anyone else would have been hung up on, but this was your gentle mannered boyfriend, and for him you would do just about anything.

"Sorry for interrupting you like that, Mattie...Now what was it wanted to ask me?"

Your voice sounded so weak,  it was scaring Matthew a little, as long as you had known each other, which had been for several years now, he had never heard you this sick. He had been working on pulling the red hoodie with the white maple leaf that you had given him on his birthday on while you were talking, and only had it half way on at the moment, if you had of been there, you would have been laughing your head off.  

"Don't worry about it, I will ask later, I'm about to head over there to take care of you, so just sit tight eh?"

"Oh Matthew you really don't have to come take care of me, I'll be f-"

The click you heard over the line signaled to you that he had hung up, probably because he knew you were going to argue, and he wasn't going to talk on the phone while driving.

You looked down at yourself and grumbled a little, you looked awful in your sweats and one of Mattie's sweatshirts that he had left at your house one day that you then decided to hold onto because it smelled like him. There was no way you could let him see you like this, you were insecure enough as it was.
You stood up, much against the will of your aching body and started walking to your room, you were almost there when everything started to spin and you swayed slightly before collapsing on the floor and feeling darkness envelope you.

Matthew only lived twenty minutes away, but the drive felt like it was taking all eternity until he saw your house and parked his car behind yours. He was about to knock when he changed his mind, if you were sleeping he didn't want to wake you, and you had given him a spare key to your house a few months ago so he just let himself in. He walked to the living room and saw where you had been laying on the couch, amidst what seemed like a thousand tissues and empty Gatorade bottles , but you were nowhere in sight.

After waiting a few minutes, thinking you were just in the bathroom, he started to get antsy and decided to go look for you. He found you on the floor outside your room and quickly knelt beside you, smoothing your hair back from your burning face.

"Please be okay _________..."  

You were vaguely aware of something cool touching your face before you heard Matthew's voice cutting through the fog. "Please be okay ________..." You wanted to answer him and tell him you would be fine, but you were tired to fight through the heavy blanket that kept you under.

Matthew laid you down on your bed and checked your pulse, it seemed even and normal, so that was not a concern, but you were still burning up, and he knew he had to get your fever down soon or it could cause serious damage. He went into your bathroom and got a washcloth damp before returning to you and placing it on your forehead.

You relaxed and looked less pained as the cool cloth soothed your headache and your fever both. You could still hear Matthew talking to you every now and then as you slept, but now it was different, it was less foggy.

A few hours passed before your eyes finally fluttered open and you looked over at Matthew sleeping in a chair next to your bed that he must have brought in from the other room. You coughed once and quickly covered it with your hand but it still woke Matthew up and he was soon standing beside you and placing a cool hand on your cheek.

"How are you feeling mon feuille d'érable?"  

You blushed and felt your face grow hot again as you looked up at Matthew and smiled a little, you always got all giddy and felt butterflies in your stomach whenever he spoke French to you and looked at you like that, like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Much better, thank you. I'm sorry you had to come all this way, you really didn't need to..."
Matthew shook his head and much to your surprise looked angry, you had only seen him angry once or twice during the time that you had known him, and it had never been with you, once with the his brother America because he kept being beaten up by other countries who were mad at his brother and mistook Matthew for Alfred, and once at his father France because Francis kept flirting with you even though you told him to stop, and then he finally crossed the line and started stroking your inner thigh. But this time he was angry with you.

"Damn it ________! Why didn't you call me?! And of course I had to! You could have died if I didn't! Why don't you trust me enough to let me take care of you?! Why...Why don't you want me to take care of you..."

You were in a slight state of shock after Matthew's outburst, but it didn't take you long to regain your ability to speak. You looked down at your hands as your eyes misted with tears. You saw the hurt in his beautiful violet eyes and you were ashamed with yourself, mostly because he was right, about at least part of it, you didn't want him to take care of you, you were afraid of letting him see you like this.

"I do trust you, I just...I didn't want you to see me all sick, and disgusting...My last boyfriend dumped me because he said I wasn't pretty enough, and I didn't want you to leave me too..."

Matthew blinked a few times as he absorbed what you said, he remembered when Romano dumped you, everyone at the world meeting did, you had come in and looked a bit disheveled, your hair was a mess and you had muddy water all over yourself, like a car had driven by and splashed it on you. Lovino had stood up and walked over to you, looking you up in down with disgust.

Ugh...You disgust me ragazza, how-a do you expect-a me to-a love an un-presentable person like you? It's over.

And after that he had left the room, leaving you with tear filled eyes and a shattered heart.
Alfred had had to physically hold Matthew back to keep him from beating the crap out of Lovino for what he had just done to you. Matthew hadn't liked him from the start, Lovino insulted you, laughed at you, called you names, and Matthew had often wondered if Lovino abused you, and then he dumped you like a piece of trash in front of everyone before just walking away.

"I..I am so sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry! Please don't be upset! I couldn't ever think you were anything but beautiful! Vous êtes la lumière de mon vie! Je t'aime plus que tout dans ce monde!"

You felt Matthew's strong arms wrap around you and pull you close to him as you let quiet tears fall onto his shirt and rested your head on his shoulder.

"I know you didn't, I love you too Mattie, so much it scares me sometimes..."

Matthew rubbed your back gently and pulled back to plant a sweet kiss on the end of your nose before looking into your eyes.

"You never have to be scared when I'm around, I'll never leave you...The...The reason I was calling you earlier was so I could ask you to come to dinner with me...Because well...I wanted to give you this..."

You looked down at the velvet box with the ring inside. It was white gold with tiny diamonds set into it to look like a maple leaf, it was so perfect, you covered your mouth with your hand and choked back a sob of surprise and happiness.

Matthew mistook your reaction and his face fell as he pulled the box away and was about to rise to his feet. He knew you would say no, but he had hoped...He had hoped so badly that you would say yes...But now...He looked back at you as he felt you catch his wrist and he settled back down, looking up to meet your gaze.

You reached up and stroked the side of his face gently before leaning up and kissing him, letting your lips linger on his for a few seconds as you whispered one word, one word that changed everything.

Woo! A random one-shot that took me less than an hour to write.
Let me know if there are any mistakes! I hope ya'll enjoy reading it!

Picture of the ring: [link]

I do not own Hetalia
I own the story idea and the ring picture.
Matthew Williams owns you. :3
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You closed your book, finding that you were unable to focus. Your boyfriend, Matthew, was ten minutes late. He had told you that he was going to return home directly after the World Conference, and it wasn't like him to be late. Well, you thought, a slight smile gracing your face. Not usually, anyway.

You remembered the morning where you had been abruptly awoken by his shocked gasp. Apparently, his alarm clock hadn't gone off, and he was going to be late to a G8 meeting. After giving you a quick, parting kiss on the cheek, he rushed downstairs to get ready. You recalled how frustrated you had been: not only had it been far too early in the morning for your liking, but now you were longing for the Canadian's warmth. Pulling the blankets up over your neck, you had tried to get back to sleep to the best of your ability, only to fail and end up getting out of bed yourself.

Now, you glanced worriedly up at the clock before shifting your gaze to the door, almost as if you could make him appear by yourself. Releasing an irritated sigh, you placed your book to your side before getting off of the couch. Well, if your moose-loving, peacekeeping boyfriend wasn't going to be home on time, there was no point in you sitting by the door waiting for him to arrive. Might as well do something productive.

Finding your way to the kitchen, you decided on making pancakes. Yes, that was more of Matthew's forte, but you felt a small ache in your stomach, most likely because you had originally wanted to wait until the Canadian's return to eat dinner. Fidgeting around the kitchen, you tried to recall how he prepared them, and with a shrug of your shoulders, you gathered flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar before heading towards the fridge for the rest of the ingredients.

After nearly dropping the bag of milk, you managed to mix together the pancake batter. "Why can't he just pour milk from bottles or jugs?" you hissed, fetching a measuring cup and the griddle. Well, if Matthew could deal with the odd container, then so could you. Placing the griddle over the oven's burner, you poured out a proper amount of batter.


At the sudden sound of your name, you nearly dropped the measuring cup before whipping around to see Matthew, sheepishly smiling at you. "God, I thought someone had broken in. Don't do that!"

A hurt look appeared in his violet eyes. "Don't do what? I'm sorry, (Name). I, um...I came in a few minutes ago. I guess you didn't hear me call your name," he mused softly.

Now how were you supposed to resist that face? "No, I didn't hear you. Sorry I snapped at you. I just got worried, you know? You weren't home, so," you trailed off.

"Oh!" he suddenly exclaimed, raising one of his arms to show you a plastic bag. "Right, desole!" You couldn't help but smile at his use of French. "I got us poutine! You know, like Québécois people eat," he told you, setting the bag down on the counter behind you. "That's okay, right?"

You let a relieved sigh escape your lips, to which Matthew raised a confused eyebrow. "Yes, that's okay, Matthew," you repeated. "I'm just glad that you're home." Stepping closer to him, you wrapped your arms around his neck before placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. "How was the conference?"

"Oh, yes, it was fine," he replied, tentatively reaching out to lightly stroke your cheek. "It went as it usually did. Alfred was energetic and thought of a bunch of strange plans to fix our economies. Arthur drank some tea and criticized everything. Ivan and Yao kind of just stayed quiet, but Papa said hello to me!"

You couldn't help but giggle at how excited he sounded. "Well, that's good," you said cheerfully, leaning forward to press your lips against his. A bit surprised, he went to move away from shock, but you swiftly grabbed his tie. Quickly relaxing into the kiss, he carefully wrapped his arms around you waist, rubbing your lower back.

At this point, you broke the kiss, peppering lighter pecks down his jaw until you reached his neck. "I love you," you murmured, running your fingers down his neck.

He shuddered at your touch. "I know you do, (Name). Sometimes I wonder why," he admitted, averting his gaze from you.

You paused, reaching to cup his cheeks as you turned him to face you. "What do you mean?" you asked, confused.

"Oh, no, it's not your fault!" he apologized. "It's just that...well, you know, you're so beautiful." At these words, he slowly massaged the small of your back. "And just...there's something about you that makes me want to keep you safe; to protect you. You're special, (Name), and you deserve far better than just some ordinary guy like me."

"Matthew Williams," you suddenly said, your voice stern. "I don't want you to ever say such a thing again. You are perhaps the sweetest person I have ever met, and I can't believe how lucky I am that we're together. Who do you think is 'better' than you? Alfred?"

He hesitated to respond, so you decided to ask him another question as you returned to kissing his neck. "Would Alfred bring me home poutine?"

"Well, probably n-not," Matthew chuckled. "But he might bring you some other type of fast food."



"Just be quiet," you instructed him, running your hands up into his wavy blonde hair. Oh, how you loved him, and if he didn't believe it when you told him, then you'd show him exactly how much you loved him. You listened to his soft mewls as you continued on your delicate treatment of his neck, before-


"Hush, Matthew. Don't you like this?" you asked, your voice faint as you pulled on his shirt once again.

"Ah, well...I d-do, but your pancakes are burning."

"What!?" Quickly, you removed yourself from your boyfriend, blushing as you turned off the oven's burner. Your "pancake" now resembled a flattened hockey puck: black and inedible. Sighing, you looked over your shoulder at Matthew, who had a sympathetic smile.

"It's a good thing that I got the poutine, eh?"

Wow, my first reader-insert in which Francis does not appear. He is mentioned, however.

Milk bags are common in Eastern Canada. They used to be common in countries like Bulgaria and Croatia, but their popularity has decreased over time. In this story, Reader-chan certainly doesn't like them.

I hope you guys like it! I don't like it when people portray Matthew as an extreme introvert who blushes at everything, so hopefully I didn't do that here.

~This is an entry for aznbubblegumz's contest~

1. desole - sorry
2. oui - yes
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"It's morning," he tells you, as if it isn't obvious enough with the sunlight streaming in through the curtains, and the birds chirping so loudly they could wake the dead.

You keep your eyes closed, focusing on the dark and hoping you might fall asleep again. "I don't want to move."

"It's almost seven. You're going to be late." He stands, the bed creaking under the shift in weight, and his footsteps thud away. You hear him shuffling around for a minute before coming back to sit down on the edge of the bed. He takes your face in his hands and plants a soft kiss on your cheek. "Come on. Let's go."

You shake your head slowly. "I can't." It takes effort to push the words past your throat—it takes effort to breathe. Your chest hurts, right in the center between your ribcage, next to your heart, and your fingers are cold—so cold you can't feel them.

"What do you mean?" he asks, patiently. "Are you sick?"



How can you put it so that he'll understand? You bite your lip, your eyes fluttering open momentarily to look at his face. He's gazing at you in the way that he does, his expression kind and gentle. It should make you feel better—that your boyfriend is so lovely and so sweet—but it doesn't. You can't remember what it's like to feel anything but the churn in your stomach; you can't remember the last time you wanted to get out of bed and go about doing whatever it is you used to do—you can't even remember what you used to do. Once upon a time, you might have done things, but it all seems like a lifetime ago, back when the sky wasn't this shade of blue and the clouds didn't cast shadows.

"I just can't," you say, finally, unable to find the right words.

"Here, I'll help." He reaches for your hands to pull you up.

"No," you say.


You let out a shallow breath. "How do you wake up in the morning?"

He opens his mouth to answer, and then pauses, his blonde eyebrows knitting together. It's not a random question, he realizes. The answer means something to you—he's just not sure what.

"Well," he says, carefully. "I'm not tired when I wake. Maybe you could go to sleep earlier?"

"I'm not tired," you say. "And I meant why, I think. Why do you wake up?"

"That's...that's what we do, isn't it? If we didn't wake up, we'd be asleep forever."

"Maybe I'm dying." It occurs to you that this is a possibility. "Maybe my body's giving up."

He blinks, alarmed. "What? Are you actually sick? Do you want to go—"

"Or maybe I'd rather die," you muse out loud.

He stares at you. "You want to die?" he says, strangely, as if the words don't make sense together. And maybe they don't—you can't understand them either.

"Not when you put it like that, I guess. But put another way…"

"I'm not sure…" he begins, uncomfortably. "Why…?" His shoulders are tensed, and you look past him to the clock on the wall, ticking away like a bomb. It's ten past seven, and in a few minutes, he's going to be late.

"Hah," you say, loudly, the sound tearing at your vocal cords. You swallow a cough, and give him a faint smile.

He flinches. "What?"

"I'm messing with you, babe," you say. Your voice is nearly drowned out by the birds outside the window, and you don't know if it's because they're so goddamn noisy, or if it's because you're whispering. "I have a headache. I think I'll stay home today."

His expression instantly melts, and he bites his lip, angling his body towards yours protectively. "Want me to take the day off? I can keep you company," he says, earnestly. "We can have a movie marathon and binge on popcorn."

"No, I'll be fine," you say. "Go before you piss off your boss."

"You sure?"


"Alright." He stands reluctantly. "I'll see you later then. Take care."

You wave until he closes the bedroom door behind him, and then let your hand fall to your side.

"I will," you say, to the grey ceiling. "Don't worry."

You close your eyes.
Because I'm feeling depressed.

I know it's hardly reflected in the text that your boyfriend is Canada, but I did picture him when I wrote this. For a fluffy CanadaxReader story: [link]

Thanks for reading!

Story © Jenny Ge
Hetalia © Himaruya Hidekaz
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