CanadaXReader: The Flu*WARNING*: Mature language
Oh God... I held my hand up to my head. I was sitting in bed, and my head was pounding. "Fucking colds..." I covered my mouth for another miserable coughing fit. Just then did I remember...
"SHIT! I was supposed to go ice-skating with Canada today." I facepalmed. How could I forget about Canada? Then again... most people do... But I usually never do. "I better call him and tell him I can't make it." I dragged my hand from under the covers and flung it over to my nightstand. I picked up my phone with whatever strength I had left and dialed his number. It didn't ring for too long.
"Hello?" greeted his sweet, soft voice.
"Hi, Mattie. It's me, _____," I forced myself to answer, trying to hold back another cough.
"Oh, hi, _____!" I could almost feel him smiling over the phone. "What's wrong? You don't sound too well..."
He's always worried about me... "Oh, about that. I'm sorry I can't come i
Request: CanadaxReader~Ice Skating~"It's really n-not that bad _______. You get used to it after a while!" Matthew said, grabbing your elbow as you tottered.Request: CanadaxReader~Ice Skating~2 years ago in Romance More Like This
You pouted, puffing out your cheeks in irritation. You glanced at your Canadian boyfriend, Matthew; wishing that he didn't convince you to do this. You tottered on your ice skates again, clinging to his arm. He was gliding along easily while you were shuffling along, trying to keep up.
"But I can't!" you whined, basically leaning on him.
He grinned, helping you along. "But you're doing great!"
You couldn't help but grin back. He was so sweet sometimes! You almost slipped again; cursing how the cute moment was ruined. Darn skates.
He helped you balance yourself; still gliding along like a pro. You finally grabbed the edge of the skating rink, stopping your shuffling. Matthew stopped perfectly, balancing on his skates with ease.
You looked up at the huge Christmas tree that was standing beside the ice rink. This was your favorite time of year; nothing you get you in
Connection- CanadaxReaderMatthew and I have one of those connections.Connection- CanadaxReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I'm not sure why; I guess it's because we're both so shy and so we don't say much.
It's alright though; between the two of us, we don't need to say much. We just kind of look at each other and know what the other is thinking.
So we have a lot of conversations that I guess someone on the outside would call telepathic. It's not accurate, but it's the best way I could describe it.
One day, Matthew came over to my house and saw me surfing the web.
"Hey, _______. What are you looking up?" he asked.
No telepathy yet, but give it a sec.
"The northern lights." I told him simply.
Still not there.
"Oh." he replied.
"Yeah. You know, one time I actually saw them from my own house. I could only see green, but it was such a beautiful, rare experience that I never forgot it."
Almost there people. Be patient.
He smiled. "That sounds really nice." he told me. So what you're saying is you'd like to see it again.
I smiled back. "Yeah."
His True Love (Romano/Lovino Vargas)You let out a sigh after reading a letter from your friend Italy. He had invited you to a party at his house. As much as you loved parties, there was a face you didn't want to see; Italy's brother, Romano. You two always fought whenever the other was nearby. The fact that Italy's throwing the party means that he'll surely be there. You secretly had a crush on the Italian man, but you wouldn't dare admit it. He pretty much hates you, so why would he be in love with you? Although there may be some perks to going. You'd get to see so many of your good friends you haven't seen in a while. You decided to go and not let Romano spoil your fun.His True Love (Romano/Lovino Vargas)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
-At the party-
You knocked on the door nervously. Now that you had time to think, you thought that this may not be a good idea. So before anybody could answer the door, you start to turn to leave. But that's when Italy opened the door and dragged you in.
"[Name]! You made it!" the Italian said cheerfully.
"Feliciano, it's good to see you again!" Y
Canada X ReaderCanada X Reader: Canada’s LoveCanada X Reader2 years ago in Settings More Like This
at First Sight
sighs as he just sits and watches people arguing at the world meeting. It’s an
ordinary day for him as always. Him. Doing nothing but watching with Kumajiro
in his arms. Yet no one notices him. If only someone could see him. Put him out
of his depression. Then he spots someone who he has seen before. It’s you.
has sometimes seen you around but considers you a new country. Oh how beautiful
you look, he thought. You seem so nice and innocent. But Canada doubts
that you will ever notice him like the others. Through out the whole meeting,
has done was stare at you from a distance. Admiring all of you, and the
occasional question you would ask. How soft and straightforward
Maple Syrup and Canadian JerseysCanadaxReaderMaple Syrup and Canadian Jerseys1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Matthew’s violet eyes slowly fluttered open as Kuma snuggled closer to him. Yawning, he felt around on his nightstand for his glasses. When he found them, he slipped them on and rolled over to check the time.
“M-Maple!! I’m Late!!!” He yelped, leaping out of bed. Kuma lazily watched his owner running around throwing on clothes and trying to tame his wavy blond locks.
“Who are you?”
Matthew froze in the doorway and facepalmed.
“I-I’m Canada.....Your owner.....” He mumbled sadly and shuffled out of his room shutting the door behind him. Matthew checked his Canadian flag watch while pulling on his favorite sneakers.
“Where is he....?” I mumbled, playing with the red ribbon on the package sitting next to me. I had been sitting here for half an hour, scanning the busy street for blond, wavy hair and that oh-so-adorable curl that see
Canada X Blind!Reader - Chapter 3I woke to the gentle feeling of warmth upon my face. I went to open my eyes, hoping to find the source of the warmth, but once again, all that met my sight was black. I sighed lightly before shifting onto my back.Canada X Blind!Reader - Chapter 31 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Only, I found that I couldn't really do that.
Something was restraining me. I felt with a cautious hand down my shoulder and around my front. My fingers met with soft fabric that encircled my being at my waist and chest. Feeling a little farther up the fabric, I met with what felt like silky locks of hair.
Ohhhh. Right. Matthew.
.....Matthew was..... completely enveloping me.
Blood rushed into my cheeks at how uncomfortably close he was. Darn it! I couldn't move much else besides one arm. He was pretty much sleep-hugging me, and seemed to have no intentions of letting go.
I heard him mumble something that sounded oddly like 'maple' as he shifted, wrapping his arms tighter. I could just imagine what kind of happy dream state he was in. So, instead of disturbing the peaceful Ca
What A Mess Latvia X ReaderWhat A Mess Latvia X Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I don't think I've been this bored in a long time, maybe ever. We really need to think of something to do, and fast, I think I can feel my brain turning into mush." Latvia had come over to your house to escape Russia's wrath. He wouldn't tell you what he did to make him so angry, only that he couldn't go back home anytime soon.
"I know, but I don't know what to do." You searched around the messy drawers of your house for something that could prove entertaining, at least for a little while. "I have a ton of playdough. I wonder when I got this."
Latvia shot straight up, eyes wide. "Playdough? We could do a lot of really cool stuff with that." He cleared off your table and prepared to play with it. "Bring it all, we'll need it, I have an idea."
"Okay then." You were confused, but did what he said. After placing every container on the table you took your place next to him. "What now?"
"Well, if you don't plan on ever using it again, I would like to mix al
Canada x Reader: Snowed InIt was the worst storm your county had known in decades, and it had to strike when you were visiting a certain someone. Yes, a bone chilling blizzard had broke out at bellow freezing right after you had arrived that evening. The weather forecast had predicted much snow fall, but not in this way. This was beyond belief, mind boggling even.Canada x Reader: Snowed In2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The day started off like any other day in winter. You were heading to your dear boyfriend's house, Matthew ,Christmas was around the corner and you were going to spend a week with him for it. The two of you have been together for around a year now, but you two weren't rushing things. Separate houses were a good thing, it gave you independence so you would not bother the other too much by being clingy.
Pulling up to the freshly snow shoveled drive way, you stepped out and strolled onto the porch. You were careful with your steps because anyone could be clumsy and trip of some slippery snow or ice. It happened to everyone and you defiantly did not
Iris - CanadaxReader"Ugh," you groaned as you came across another math problem that had you stumped completely. "I hate whoever decided that “real life” problems were a necessity for us teens to learn," you said aloud in a frustrated tone. “Who cares if Jenny is going to New York from Las Vegas, what time would she get there if blah blah blah blah blah. If this is so important why isn’t she doing this problem on the plain? Oh yeah, it’s because NO ONE CARES!” You placed the end of your mechanical pencil in your mouth, not biting on it, as you stare at the problem.Iris - CanadaxReader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dude, which problem are you on?" your friend Alfred asked you. Not even turning him you answered, "Number 8." "Whaa?! I'm still on 4." Alfred exclaimed. Like everyday after school, you were at Alfred's house doing homework. Well at least trying to. You guys never really get much work done since Alfred was an easily distracted goofball and you were a smart girl but a terrible procrastinator. The only one who e
Canada x Reader Not My Idea Of A Party Matthew Wiliiams was absolutely terrified. He sat there in the dark living room of his best friend (name's) home shivering like a maple leaf. Why was he so scared? Today was the day he would confess (name). It wasn't just any day either, today was her birthday, her twenty-first to be exact.Canada x Reader Not My Idea Of A Party2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Matthew had first questioned her what she was doing for her birthday around a month ago, she replied with a sad;"I have to work." And ended the conversation. But the Canadian's mind began to reel with ideas. Matthew had been searching for a way to tell the beautiful girl that he loved her for nearly a year now, the two had first met when they were very young. As children, (name) was the only person who noticed him, she never even got him and Alfred confused. The two quickly became inseparable, and Matthew began developing a crush on (name) by the end of middle school, but he tried to ignore his feelings in the fear that they
RomaniaXReader rewardRomaniaXReaderRomaniaXReader reward1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I laid on my couch hoping for Vlad to come home. He was a vampire, and I was not. Because he's in love with me...other vampires try to kill him, for having a living soul, I guess. So of course at 11 at night I'm dying to see him. Although I can't protect him, I suppose I make him feel like a human.
I saw red eyes in the window. Was a vampire going to try to kill me? I hide under the blanket, praying th red eyes would go away. I didn't want to die just yet. I felt tears go through my (color) eyes. Vlad why can't you just turn me into a vampire, we can be together forever.
I heard the door open through the blanket. Oh no. OH holy horse shit I was going to die. I should at least look at my killer before my death. I take the blanket it off slowly. I turn around, finding my killer, Vlad. He was taking off he maroon long coat. I notice was covered in bruises. He chuckled when he saw the tears stained on my cheeks.
"Thought I was going to kill you?" he asks limping to the
CanadaxReader-PancakesYou were rushing around your kitchen, frantically trying to finish making pancakes before your best friend Matthew came over. He had been your friend ever since you had met as little kids, and to be honest you felt a little bit more towards your favourite Canadian friend. Okay, maybe more than a little bit, you were head over heels for the boy, but it's not like you could help it! He was so sweet and shy, and even though you would get looks from people passing by that made it obvious they thought you were totally crazy (because they couldn't see him, poor guy) you couldn't care less. So here you were, attempting to impress him by making his favourite food in the world - pancakes. They would probably never compare to the ones he made (they tasted like food straight from the gods, no joke) but you had to try anyway.CanadaxReader-Pancakes3 years ago in Romance More Like This
When you heard the doorbell ring you just about had a heart attack, not expecting the loud noise to pull you out of the trance you had managed to get into.
"Coming!" You yell
CanadaxReader: Sick DayCanadaxReader: Sick DayCanadaxReader: Sick Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You coughed hard as you sat in your fairly warm bed. It was spring break and, of course you HAD to get
sick. You had plans with your best friend Matthew. Matthew had been your best friend for well a while
now, but lately you had wanted to become more than friends. What could you say you loved everything
about the Canadian. From his sweet gentle violet eyes to his bear he always carried around. You sighed
and got out your phone and texted him.
' Hey Mattie im gonna have to cancel sorry!'
It took about a minute before he replied.
'huh? Why? Are you ok?'
You texted back
'sick . sorry.'
He replied really fast
'Your sick!? Are you ok? You are ok right?'
Before you could reply he texted you again.
'Hold on name- I'll be there in about ten minutes!'
You sighed again thinking about how he's always worried about you. Your face went red when you
thought about him and you being alone him taking care of you you and him alone. You mentally
CanadaXInsane!Reader : Together Till the EndYou had been lost for many years now. You could never remember how or why this was, you just knew you were lost and alone. You longed for companionship and longed to have a friend, but nothing ever came. Not even your own imagination could give you something that would end your sadness. You sat, lost and alone in this patted room of white and longed to have a friend. Longed to have someone.CanadaXInsane!Reader : Together Till the End2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Some years later now, you were finally free of the white patted rooms and the plain halls and all of those doctors in pretty pretty white lab coats. Instead you were allowed to leave now, having being 'cured' and 'all better' now. You didn't know what they meant though, you were never sick. You were perfectly fine from the very beginning. Ignoring your questions and thoughts you returned to the place you once called your home before you were taken away to that place.
You finally arrived, a smile formed on your face. It looked just how you left it, to you. This house was where your love laid waiting
Can I Meet You? CanadaXReaderAccording to Merriam and Webster:Can I Meet You? CanadaXReader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Stalker (stôk’er) n. is
- A person who pursue someone obsessively and to the point of harassment.
That was a tad bit technical though, and his intentions weren’t as obsessive as what the dictionary suggested. Maybe it meant…
One who tracks someone, who does not have any association with them, and take facts about the person.
Well, it was not exactly like that.
Wait, maybe a stalker is someone who follows their revered individual, without the said person’s perceptive.
Indeed, that was what it meant and that description perfectly defined him, Matthew Williams.
He was not sure when and where it started, really. But one thing he knew for sure, he started stalking you the moment he laid eyes on you.
Maybe it was because he found your smile pretty?
Or maybe because you were similar to the heroine of the comics he drew?
Matthew sighed. Honestly, he could come up with a lot of justifications but only one
From Italy With Love: RomanoXReaderNothing caps off a perfect morning like a slick ride to the city.From Italy With Love: RomanoXReader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
In his black Ferrari, Romano had his one hand on the steering wheel while the other just dangling outside his car window. He smiled as he passed by his people, teenagers, who seemed like doing a thrilling scavenger hunt.
Spain, France and Prussia used to drag him along to their silly schemes, Romano being their little 'bundle of joy'. Then there was that one time when Veneziano asked to teach him how to drive, when the younger twin nearly threw them off a cliff. Romano never let him take the wheel again.
His boss granted him a day off and he'd be spending it with you. You told him you'd be in the city today and you hadn't seen each other for weeks so he took the chance.
He shivered at the thought of how sensitive you get whenever he does something off the grid to you.
Countless people of all ages flocked around the illustrious Fontana di Trevi. It was an unusually busy day in the fall of 1922. A while ago, you and you
EnglandXCold!Reader Story by: Blah blah blah, you guys know how this works. Don't steal from me. Oh, and, this was a request. I'll check who later... I feel a tad off today, sorry... To the story!EnglandXCold!Reader2 years ago in Humor More Like This
You sighed, looking up at the new school you were to be apart of. After your parent's nasty split, you decided to just live on your own. The court supported your decision and decided to relocate you to a little town where no one knew your name. In fact, the judge even ordered a city official to stop by once a week to check on you. It sucked.
Though you didn't have the money for a lot of food, you had a job at the school working at the register at the lunch area and that gave you some money and a free meal. You also worked outside of school, babysitting and tutoring to the best of you abilities. All of that was enough t
Awaken CanadaxReaderAwaken CanadaxReader10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You stir slowly, the bright lights shining down upon your closed eyelids. Strange, yet familiar scents surround you. Scents of maple and coffee, of an ocean breeze, of winter air, of old wood and parchment, of pine and freshly fallen snow.
A silence rings in your ears, a peaceful silence that calms you, bringing back empty memories of dreams that you never had. A cool summer's night laying in the grass on a blanket, staring up at stars above, laughing and clinging to a nameless warmth. A cold night before a fireplace, leaning against warmth and covered with kisses and a handmade quilt. A string of whispered words at twilight, passionate love filling a pair of intertwined bodies and hearts and souls.
Light footsteps on carpet and wood, the clattering of ceramic and glass, a hushed word of warning to be silent. A soft sigh, then the creaking of old hinges on an old door.
Your eyes remain closed, feigning sleep even now, though you didn't know why. It just felt like the normal thing to do
Light in a Grey World (CanadaxReader)Light in a Grey World (CanadaxReader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
...Toronto, Canada. Hmph, not exactly the most exotic place in the world, but it works. You wait till 1:30, and then go to board your flight. After getting your bags checked and being patted down, something you found really uncomfortable, you are finally allowed on the plane. You’re surprisingly sat by yourself, which was pretty lonely. You were hoping you’d find someone to chat with but it looks like once again, luck wasn't on your side.
The flight ends in about three hours. You had fallen asleep on the way and were suddenly woken up by the landing. As you got off you were handed
Canada x Reader. Cold days and warm nights."G-G-God! It's f-f-freezing!" You stammered to yourself as you stepped off of the plane, teeth chattering uncontrollably. This was your first trip to Canada, and you were coming to meet up with your boyfriend, Matthew.Canada x Reader. Cold days and warm nights.7 months ago in Romance More Like This
Okay, so you'd never actually met him in real life, so what? The two of you had video-called on Skype, so it wasn't like you didn't know who you were looking for. And you were 21, so you could look after yourself.
But the weather in northern Canada was below freezing, and you weren't at all prepared for it. Though he had warned you that it would be cold. So you'd prepared for your kind of cold, not... This kind of cold.
Hurrying inside the airport itself, you impatiently waited until you could reach the carouselle and reclaim your bags. You couldn't wait to meet him! The two of you had talked and talked about the first thing you were going to do when you saw eachother, and had eventually decided on a big bear-hug. Possibly
Who are you? Snapped!Canada x ReaderWARNING: This has some gore, and a seriously unbalanced Canada...Who are you? Snapped!Canada x Reader2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Canada sank to his knees, smiling a horrific manic smile as your blood splatter ran down his cheeks, now flushed with exhilaration.
He had loved you. Canada had loved you more than anything else in the entire world, more than pancakes, maple syrup, snow, even the little bear, Kumajiro. Constantly Kumajiro asked him who he was, and each time the words reached his ears he wanted to scream. But he held it all back. Canada could withstand it all, driven on in the world by the prospect of someday having you love him back.
Those three little words he had never wanted to hear, the three words always made him feel hollow and unwanted. When they slipped from your perfectly sculpted lips, when _____ ______ had asked, “Who are you?”, something deep within the docile Canadian had snapped.
Did you want to hurt him? Had you tried? Did you want to cause the gentle man pain? Because you had done so. You might as well have
America x Chubby readerAmerica x Chubby readerAmerica x Chubby reader2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ah this all started when you were in grade school you weren't always the skinny type you were just plump. People picked on you, called you names.
Even when the years went by they did this to you cause you weren't skinny, no you were beautiful so fuck em. But none the less...It still hurts when more then one is picking on you and you can't defend yourself.
Around high school you met Alfred F Jones or rather he be called the HERO! But even he can't save you from this depression that has finally sunk deep into you mind and body.
And then there was the step father, at first he was all cool and what not you got along but once he moved in all together that's when shit started flying.
He fought with your mother, he blamed you for those fights even when you just sat in your room playing video games or watching a movie, he ALWAYS blamed you for it.
Then a few years he got into your weight problem making you feel even more worse off then you were. After all that and those
Romeo And Juliet - Canada X Reader (HetaOni)“...No...”Romeo And Juliet - Canada X Reader (HetaOni)2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
“...But he...he said that...”
Your hands clenched into fists as anger began to flow throughout your body like a current.
“He said that he would only be a few minutes! He promised he'd come back alive! He promised!” You yelled, stalking over to France, who stood in the doorway with a saddened look on his face. You gripped at his clothes, shaking a little.
“I'm sorry, ______...but Canada isn't coming back. The monster; it...he was protecting me. He told me to run, and to tell you, sorry for breaking the promise. He's...probably-”
“No!” You hissed, your eyes blazing with angry tears, “He's not dead! Don't you even think it, France! He's not dead! He'll...” You loosened your grip on France’s uniform and walked away, biting your nails as you paced anxiously, “He’ll be here. Soon. He'll walk through that door, and I'll lecture him about being