2P-CanadaxReader part 2 Finale2P-CanadaxReader
Only a month and three days left in Canada. All that time with nothing to do.
You had already seen all the sights after the tall Canadian, Matthew had left. The two and a half days spent with him were probably the most interesting so far.
You missed Kuma, the wolf wasn't as scary as he had first appeared, more like a giant puppy then a large beast. And if you allowed yourself to think on the matter, you admitted that you also missed the Matthew. But you tried not to think about him.
Flopping down on your bed, you flipped open your phone. Time to bug Alfred.
"YO! This is Al."
"Hi _______. What's up?"
"YEAH! I've done everything interesting!" You heard him grumble something.
"So what am I supposed to do? Send you a puzzle?" His tone was whiny and uncaring.
'S.O.B' You though venomously 'It's your fault I'm here.'
"Can you give me Mattie's number?"
Oops, that slipped o
2P-CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader2P-CanadaxReader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Come to Canada they said.
It'll be an adventure they said.
It was an adventure alright. An adventure in snow vill.
Your best friend Alfred had suggested you go to Canada. Your parents had agreed that it was a good idea.
Had anyone asked you if you wanted to go?
Of course not.
They had said it would be a great chance for you to experience the rural wilderness. So then they decide the only way you could do this was to rent a log cabin.
In the middle of a frickin' forest.
Sometimes you really didn't get your parents.
Personally you would have rather stayed at home. In your room, on your laptop. You really weren't a nature person. Sure it was nice to take walks from time to time on footpaths next to the river. But live for two months in the middle of nowhere? Really not for you.
Actually it had surprised you that your parents had taken a suggestion from Al into consideration. They thought he was a no good hooligan a
Bad Luck: 2P!CanadaXReaderBad Luck: 2P!CanadaXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You chuckled as Alfred made a fool out of himself, yet again. He really was an idiot sometimes, but one of your best friends none the less. There was a growling sound behind you that sent shivers down your spine. Then Arthur pulled up beside you with an amazing smelling pink frosted cupcake.
"Would you like it?" He asked, his smile a little sadistic.
You laughed nervously and pushed the cupcake away. "No thanks, I, uh, don't want to get a cavity. Too many of your delicious sweets can do that, you know," you gave a nervous smile.
With a sneer, the personification of England put away the treat. He turned to Alfred, the personification of America. "Come on Al, let's go home."
"No way!" Sneer Alfred, glaring at him, "You'll just try to feed me more of those poisonous cupcakes! I'm gonna hang out with __." He sent a seductive grin your way.
The pink haired nation growled again. "We are going home and you will eat my cupcakes!" He snapped, getting a death grip on the red eyed
2P CanadaxReader OneShot2P!CanadaxReader2P CanadaxReader OneShot2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
New Years resolution
That hockey stick. The one wrapped in barbed wire . The one with blood stained bandages.
How you hated it.
But he loved it, he cherished it like it was his one and only love.
He wasn't home right now, probably off messing around at some club. He would come back drunk, smelling of cigarettes and cheap perfume. But not yet, not for a while.
But you were home and so was the stick.
You walked over to it and grabbed the handle. It was heavy, surprisingly heavy. The handle was worn smooth, but the rest was rough.
It looked like it would burn quite easily.
You entered the kitchen of your small apartment and grabbed a pack of matches.
Back into the living room.
You wrapped the hockey stick in newspaper and set it on the grate in the fireplace.
He would kill you for this. But that was okay, because in a way you would be victorious.
Flicking a match in you sat back, watching as it slowly turn to ash. He would be home soon
2p!CanadaXxXxReader"Shut the fuck up, [Name]!" A dark haired man with a bat yelled.2p!CanadaXxXxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You shut the fuck up, Al! Don't you dare tell [Name] to shut up!" A blonde haired man with shades and a long curl yelled back.
"No one wants to fuckin' hear her sing!"
"I do~ Would anyone like a cupcake~?" A man with pink hair asked.
"You shut the fuck up too, Artie!"
"U-um...You guys?" The girl whose name was [Name] tried to speak up.
"Shut the fuck up [Name]!" They both yelled.
"This is a man's battle!"
"What part of you is manly!?"
"I'm gonna kill you, Mattie!"
The dark haired man, known as Al, swung his bat towards the blonde haired man, known as Mattie.
Mattie ducked, which caused it to hit Artie, the man with the pink hair.
"Al! You messed up my face! And my cupcakes!" Artie yelled.
"It wasn't like anyone was going to eat them." He blankly stated.
They continued to yell back and forth.
"I'm just going to leave then, if any of you are listening."
Which no one was.
"B-bye guys. See you later." She said as she walked
2p!Canada x ReaderPrize for K8tly1n!2p!Canada x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Warning for language.
“Oi, _____! Hurry up, dammit! We’re going to be late!” Matthew Williams stood outside, pounding on the front door. You opened your bedroom window. “Chill, will you? I’m gonna be a few minutes. You can leave without me if you want.” He quit abusing the door to cross his arms. “No thanks. I’ll wait.”
“That’s what I thought.” You shut the window and continued getting ready. After a minute Matthew started knocking again. Grabbing your things and half falling down the stairs, you landed surprisingly well in the living room. “Grandma! I’m going to school now.” “Your lunch is by the door. Have a good day, dear,” she called back from wherever she was. You had been living with your grandmother for a year now, your father being long dead and your mother rather abusive. But seeing as
2p!CanadaxReader-HelpHelp2p!CanadaxReader-Help1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Whats worse than being lost in a forest?
Getting lost in a forest, in the middle of the night, alone, during the late autumn.
You sighed, and due to the cool temperature your breath can be visible. Rubbing your palms together to create friction that will hopefully give you some heat, you slapped your palms immediately to your face. The heat only lasted for only a minute before the biting cold returned.
Trudging through the rocky road now thick with snow, you tried to remember the path that you took to get back home but unfortunately for you snowfall have started and covered your tracks from before making back tracking impossible. The thick fog didnt help either.
Groaning, you sat down on a wide flat rock big enough for your butt to be cozy. Cmon God, give me a sign. As if on cue, a low groaning noise broke the eerie silence of the forest. You couldnt tell if it was sheer coincidence or you had to review your faith later on.
Another groan could b
I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader](Name) had spent the entire day inside again.I Promise [2P!Canada x Reader]2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Matthew glared at the woman with narrowed eyes from her position on the couch; she was sprawled out in an ungainly fashion, staring up at the ceiling with blank (e/c) eyes, and the television's monochromatic glow made her form look almost alien. She had been watching the old black and white shows yet again, it seemed. Although, from the atmosphere in the room, Matthew could guarantee she hadn't paid attention to the screen even once.
"You promised you'd go outside today," Matthew growled dangerously, crossing his arms as he continued his heated glare at (name) with nearly venomous violet eyes. "What have I said about breaking promises to me, (name)?"
"I'm sorry." Her voice was as colorless as the television program currently playing on the screen. It was devoid of anything and everything that could have even been considered apologetic. "I just didn't feel like it. I'll do it tomorrow. I promise."
"Fucking liar!" the Canadian snarled, his to
Hard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader RequestHard Day, Soft SpotHard Day, Soft Spot~2P!Canada X Reader Request2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2P! Canada X Reader Request~ To MissCrazy97
The roaring flames in the fireplace were spraying waves of warmth to you you’re your cocoon position on the couch. Wrapped up in super soft blankets, you peered out the large cabin windows at the weathery night. Snow was cascading down from the heavens, each heavy blow of it slightly worrying you more as your gaze went to the clock, counting each second.
The speed of the falling was a problem, but the sound of the front door slamming open relieved your worries, turning to look up at the broad shadowed figure in the doorway grumbling curses as he knocked the snow from his boots, placing his bloody hockey stick against the closet. You smiled kindly as he shook the white snowflakes from his wavy blonde hair, getting up and going to him as he slowly peeled off his gloves and unbuttoned his Mounties jacket.
Standing in front of him, you reached a hand out to him, but yanked it back swiftly. His black
Shoveling: 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear. Do I even have to say that anymore? Puhhhh... Swearing is good for you! So deal with it.Shoveling: 2p!Canada x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Matthew woke to the sounds of shoveling snow. He wondered if some kids were shoveling his drive for money. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pay them, he thought, rolling over to find your warmth. Matthew shot up, finding you no where to be seen. “_____!” he called out, kind of worried. You never woke up before him.
There was no sound. Just the constant shoveling that was starting to grind against his last nerve. Throwing open the curtains he prepared to yell at whoever the hell it might have been to go away. But it was you.
He went down the stairs and out the front door. You didn’t hear him and kept on shoveling. “_____.” he said sternly.
“Hey, Mattie.” you said, not stopping.
Matthew frowned, “Don’t call me that.”
“Sorry, Mattie.” you said, grinning, but still not stopping.
He sighed, knowing he co
2p!Canada x Reader: Meet the Family"Remember to stay away from Al, Arthur, and... You know what stay away from all of them." You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend's lecturing. The two of you were currently driving to his house so you could meet his family. "I know Mattie and if the Axis are there I should avoid them," you said in exasperation.2p!Canada x Reader: Meet the Family2 years ago in Humor More Like This
"One don't call me that and two you better stay away from those bastards." You pouted. "Why can't I call you 'Mattie'? I do it all the time!" Canada glared at you, making you stop talking immediately.
As the car pulled into the drive-way, Canada tensed, as if he was expecting something to happen. Ignoring him you got out of the car. Before you even knew what happened you found yourself pulled into a set of arms that definitely didn't belong to your boyfriend. "What's a cute doll like you doin' here?" America asked.
Canada got out of the car quickly before punching his brother in the face and pulling you to his chest. "Keep it in your pants, Al." Canada said.
2P!Canada x Reader- Second Chance2P!Canada x Reader- Second Chance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Walking with your head down the hallways of the school and keeping as quiet as possible, with your hood over your head. Everyone would say something rude or mean about you. Just because you got the best grades and always keep the rules straight. You wanted no problems, no fights, just peace and silence. You finally reached your locker and opened it, putting your books you didn't need and only keeping the ones you needed.
Before you could close the locker, someone else did it, slamming it with brute force, making you step back a little in fear. Your eyes were glued from the floor to piercing violent eyes. You didn't need to look at his face, only his eyes could tell you who he was.
Matthew Williams, or how he prefered to be called, Matt. He was the most scary and intimidating guy of the school, along with his brother, Al. Matt seemed to take a liking in messing with you. Each day pushing, tripping or making fun of you, it was like, his favorite hobby, besides beating the crap of annyone
Werewolf!2P!CanadaxReaderWerewolf!2P!CanadaxReaderWerewolf!2P!CanadaxReader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You hated camping, you really did. The whole, "No civilization, no toilet and no warm house" thing didn't appeal to you. Nor did the whole "Copious amounts of bugs every where."
You weren't an outdoors person. But that didn't matter, your crazy family dragged you along anyway. To a crappy cabin in the middle of the woods. For Two months.
If you forced yourself to be optimistic, you would be glad that it was a house instead of a tent. You might have been happy that there was a bathroom. But you weren't, so you didn't.
"Awww, if you feel so grouchy, why don't you go for a walk?" Your mother piped up, opening one of the boxes that held kitchen items. You looked out the kitchen window, it was dusk, slowly going dark. What a wonderful idea.
Deciding to punish your parents, you left through the back door. All you had to do was become "Lost" for an hour or so, then saunter back home. That would teach them and freak th
2p!Canada x Reader - Brother Problems2p!Canada x Reader - Brother Problems2 years ago in Settings More Like This
You were walking thru a zoo because you was bored and had nothing else to do. You saw people helping putting a new Canadian Bull Moose in a fence. The moose wasn't really happy. It started to buck and kicked out of the crate. It saw you and ran right to you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a hockey puck hit the moose.
"Hey! Leave the girl alone you dumb moose!" The man yelled. The moose looked at the man. The moose scratched the ground and few times than took off. The guy that save you just stand there. "Hey, watch out!" you yelled. The man didn't listen.
The man got rammed by the moose but you didn't see him. Than you saw him push the moose back. -Is he trainer or what?- you were confused. After of the man wrestling with the bull moose it finally gave up. The workers got the moose back into the fence.
The man went over to you "Are you okay?" "Yeah, Thank you for saving me." you blushed. "Oi! Matthew come on." you saw a group of guys. "Your name is Matthew." he nodded. "I came he
2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale2P-GermanyxReader (with Poland)2P-GermanyxReader part 3- finale2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Crap, you were back in the future, with Lutz and Felix. How the hell where you going to explain this?!
"WHAT IS DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!?" Felix squealed, jumping of the bed, he picked up your laptop.
"Nothing! Put it down!" you hissed, looking towards the door.
You heard footsteps, "Is everything okay?"
"Yup, uh, Iggy just threw up." The little cat glared, from his spot on your dresser. You had thought that he had gone missing half way though the year in WWII Germany. Apaerently he had just been sent back before you.
"Well make sure you clean it up." You listened as she walked away. Breathing a sigh of relief, you turned back to the duo.
"Vell, vell ,vell. Who knew zat leibe had stuff like zis." Lutz was holding a black lace bra, smirking like an idiot.
"Give me that!" you hissed, snatching it away.
Leave it to him to find the underwear drawer in fifty seconds of ente
First Date (2P Canada x Reader)Matthew glared at himself. He finally got her to go out with him and now he had no fucking idea on where to take her. He took many chicks out, it wasn’t a big deal and he had no fucking idea why he was stressing over taking ________ out. They’ve been places alone, it wasn’t a big deal…before but now it was. He thought about the movies but nothing good was playing. He knew her long enough that she hated chick flicks. Maybe a dive bar, he could get in no problem but then there’s the other shit like him getting into a fight and she getting hurt. Maybe bowling that could work.First Date (2P Canada x Reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Why don’t you take her to the movies?” he jumped. Artie was looking over his shoulder. He scowled at him.
“Nothing good is playing,”
“Ooh! How about that nice looking movie about boy meets girl?”
“She’d kill me, she hates those lovey dovey chick flicks and I don’t want to be around all that estrogen,”
2P!CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader2P!CanadaxReader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
You hated your job. Your boss was an ass, the work was sleep inducing and your colleges had the attention spans of goldfish. There was only one thing that got you through the day.
The thought that after work, you had a nice warm bath to look forward to. And your boyfriend, though after a long day of work, he was second to a relaxing bath.
"Maaaaaaaattie. I'm home." You trilled, kicking off your shoes and throwing your briefcase to the floor. It made a small thudding sound, nearly sending a lamp toppling over. You shuffled through the house, looking for your reclusive Canadian boyfriend.
He was nowhere to be found. Which was normal, he was always heading off to the woods. It wouldn't surprise you if he was part tree and part bear. Then again, he might be a decedent of the Yeti.
Giggling at the idea, you hurried into the bedroom. Grabbing your undergarments, you stripped, wrapping a towel around your body. You peeked into the living
No Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader) CAUTION: SWEARINGNo Smoking Policy (2p!CanadaXReader)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
At this time of the year, you honestly hated your job. It was early August; the height of tourist season in the great state of Maine, and the little shop you worked at didn’t have air conditioning. You worked in one of the countless tourist trap stores that lined the main street in Old Orchard Beach. You understood why every Mainer hated this season. The state motto may be “Vacationland”, but what we really mean is “Give us your money and leave.” But the thing about Old Orchard was that during the summer, you had a hard time telling if this was Maine or Canada.
That’s right. Canadians. They practically migrated down here during the height of the tourist season, taking their French, politeness, “ehs”, and the whole wearing-underwear-under-the-swimsuit thing (you had to find out the hard way). Not that you didn't like them. They were nice enough. It just got really, really old working in that tiny litt
2P-GermanyxReader- Extended ending2P-GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader- Extended ending2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Two years had passed since you had married Lutz. The first month you had to get used to people calling you "Mrs.Beilschmidt"
The second month you had been married, you and Lutz legally adopted Felix.
"LIKE!!!! OMG!!!!" Felix slammed the door to your apartment behind him as he ran in. The Polish boy had taken to the new slang of this age surprisingly well.
"Can, like Toris come over?" The blonde nine year-old chirped. He tossed his pink backpack onto the couch.
"Sure. Just don't bother Lutz when he comes home."
You wanted the German to be in a good mood today. You had something VERY important to tell him.
You watched as Felix through open the door and dragged a rather worried looking Toris in.
"If I don't do my homework, my father will kill me!" He waved as Felix dragged him past you.
"Screw dat guy. You don't mess vith Felix Łukasiewicz friends."
You smiled slight
2P-GermanyxReader part 22P- GermanyxReader2P-GermanyxReader part 22 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A year had past since you had been sent into the past. A year living with Lutz. A man you had come to love (despite his perverted personality).
"Kätzchen." He whined from the couch, "Get me a beer! Ze talk show is about to come on!!"
He was fiddling with the large radio that sat next to the couch.
The talk show. A.K.A Propaganda crap. You didn't know how he was able to listen to that crap. Luckily for you, you didn't understand half the stuff the commentator guy said.
"You already had two." You didn't bother getting up from your spot on the small chair.
"Kätzchen!!!!" He whined again, glaring at you. You glared back. You hated when his breath smelled of beer. It was almost as bad as when he ate wurst.
He grumbled something ,running a hand through his perfectly slicked back hair. The show came on. You blocked out the sound of the guy's whiny voice.
"It's been over a year since ve met." Lu
2P!FrancexMother!Reader Part five/Final2P!FrancexMother!Reader With Child!2P!American and Child!2P!Canada2P!FrancexMother!Reader Part five/Final2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You stared at Oliver with a mixture of fear and nausea. He grinned, his pink flecked eyes darting from you to Alfred.
Something changed when you saw the pure malice in the Englishman's eyes.
The fear and nausea drained away and a new emotion was quick to replace it.
"Francis. Get Al and Matthew out of here."
You cut him off, glaring at Oliver. Francis grabbed Matthew and Alfred, heading for the back door. Oliver frowned and made a move to follow. You cut him off, arms crossed. Oliver tried to side step you, but once again, you moved to intercept.
"What kind of animal are you Oliver?"
Oliver shook his head shrugging, his crazy grin faltering slightly. He stumbled back a step when you moved towards him.
"Just say a random animal. First one that comes into your head."
Oliver watched you warily. "A coyote?"
Okay. You weren't really
I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x ReaderWarning: I swear in this one too. But I don't give a shit anymore. See, I just swore in a warning about swearing...I taste maple syrup... 2p!Canada x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Your boyfriend broke away from the kiss with frown on his face. Staring back at him you tried to keep the sheepish look off your face. “Is something wrong, Matt?” you asked.
“We didn’t have pancakes for breakfast.” he said.
Damn it, you thought, he knows.
You just frowned trying to keep an innocent look on your face, “So?”
“I taste maple syrup.” Matthew said, catching your lips again. You knew it might be better to keep your mouth shut, but you couldn’t resist your sexy Canadian boyfriend. When he finally pulled back, he said, “I definitely taste maple syrup.” You nodded on instinct, still lightheaded.
He leaned down and started to kiss your neck, making you moan. “Did you make pancakes without me?” he asked. Unable you speak you just shook your head. “Then what troub
All Cause of a Cupcake 2P!CanadaxReaderA small sigh escaped you as you tried your best not to fall asleep during your Statistics lecture. Despite your better judgment, you had once again stayed up until four in the morning; even though you had to wake up at nine. So now you had to suffer through a monotonous PowerPoint on statistics’ calculations for an hour and fifteen minutes while trying not to let your head drop to your desk.All Cause of a Cupcake 2P!CanadaxReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You gave up your battle twenty minutes into class.
Luckily for you, the class was a rather large one, so you were easily hidden from your professor’s judging eyes. However you weren’t so hidden from a friend of yours in the row behind you, whose light snickering immediately caught your attention. You tilted your head just enough to send a lazy glare his way, which just made him smirk.
“Shut up, Marc,” you grumbled, turning your head back to face the front.
“You’re not very good about getting sleep, (Name). Do I need to enforce a bed time?”
My Dark Valentine: 2P!Canada ((Request))My Dark Valentine: 2P!Canada ((Request))2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You nervously ringed your hands together as the young males eyes bored through your head.
Your ringed as his stare grew sharper. His dark violet eyes narrowed in concentration. He was just simply looking into the back of your head, his eyes hidden by his dark shades, his hands clenched into fists, unknowingly shaking.
You gulped, your body shaking so badly that the sketchpad you had in your hands shook wildly.
The Scariest guy in school, Matt Williams, brother to the school's bully, Al Jones, has taken an interest in you. ((How they were brothers was beyond you. Matt was Canadian while Al was American))
And the Canadian was staring death holes through the back of your head in art class. You tried to draw a smooth straight line but you were so shaken that it scribbled in a messy line. You winced suddenly as his chair scraped loudly across the floor, causing a loud horrifying screeching sound.
Everyone in the class tensed up as Matt slowly began walking towards your sit, his heavy boot c
2p!CanadaxReader-Help 3Part 32p!CanadaxReader-Help 31 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: (~~~~~ means a time skip and -----means its a POV change.)
Why dont you just tell him?
You brought your head to your hands and sulked, I cant.
Alfred grunted, rolled his eyes and leaned back on the chair. For gods sake, (Name), dont make into one of those one sided love shitty romance love story.
I know, I know I just dont know how to say it. How do you say I love you to someone? Saying it to normal people was hard, saying it to someone you actually have feelings for is extremely difficult. Al, you probably have a lot of experience with this thing, help me.
He took the straw and sipped from his fruit smoothie. Why are you even asking me all of these?
Well, he is your brother, so I was expecting you to know more about him.
Ugh, look. I dont know much about my brother, I dont even know if he got laid or not. So