Canada X Reader- Most Awesome Guy (Quickie)

A/N- GET READY FOR A SHIT LOAD OF SAPPINESS AT THE END. No, really. XD This strayed way off topic.

    You rubbed your temples as you stared at the chaos that ensued around you. You were currently sitting quietly in your chair in the World Meeting, seated beside the quiet Canada. Currently, China was getting chased by Russia, who was shouting “Become one with Mother Russia, da?”; Prussia and America was bickering over who was more awesome; Germany, Italy, and Japan were talking about different dishes from their respective country; France and England were fighting about how and why England’s eyebrows were so bushy; Romano and Spain, more like Romano, were fighting about tomatoes; and the rest of the countries just talked with one another.

    “Uhm, (Country Name), shouldn’t we stop them?” Canada asked from beside you, his amethyst coloured eyes focused on mainly Prussia and America, who were nearly at each other’s throats.

    “Please, Matt, call me (Name),” you said, glancing at the blonde haired nation. “And… I don’t think we could get their attent-”

    “(NAME) DUDETTE!” America yelled, running over to you with the Prussian albino following behind. “Which one of us is more awesomer?!” Leave it to America to use nonexistent words. And use incorrect grammar. Cue facepalm for both you and Canada.

    “Hey! Use correct English, you bloody git!” England yelled before going back to fighting with the blonde Frenchman.

    “Neither,” you answered simply, staring into America’s ocean blue ones.

    “NEIN! You got to pick one of us!” Prussia exclaimed, slamming his hand on the table in front of you.

    “Uhm, guys. It’s just a matter of opinion, eh,” Matthew said nervously, eyeing the snow pale fist on the table before you.

    “H-huh?! Is there a g-g-ghost?!” America yelled, disregarding the Canadian’s feelings.

    “No, you idiot. Canada’s been sitting here beside me the whole. Time,” you stated angrily, standing up. Canada looked up in partial shock and awe.

    “..Oh…”
    “Ja, you dummkopf. He’s been sitting there,” Prussia stated, removing his pale hand from the table.

    “But anyways! Who’s more awesomer?”

    “Out of you two?”

    “Ja.”

    “Hmmm,” you thought for a minute. Well, America is pretty cool and fun to hang out with. Then again, same goes for Prussia. Finally coming to a conclusion, you answered, “You both are equally awesome. But. I know the most awesome guy in the world.”

    “WASSS?! Who can be more awesome than me?”

    “A lot of people,” America replied, a partial smirk adorning his lips.

    “Mattie,” you answered Prussia’s question. “Mattie’s the most awesome guy I know in the whole, wide, world~!” you said, getting up and skipping away. Hey, screw the meeting. It’s not going anywhere.

    Meanwhile, the shy Canadian’s face was scarlet, eyes wide with shock and his mouth partially agape letting a silent ‘eh’ slip.

    “Duuuuudeeeee. She likes you~,” America sang, laughing. In fact, he didn’t mind that Canada had the light; he was happy that he got it.

    “You better catch her,” Prussia said, smirking. “Take the advice from the awesome me!” Canada stood up and rushed out of the room, intending to catch up to your receding figure.

    He only had a few words to say that would mean the whole world to you.

    “(Name)! I love you!”

    “Really?! I love you too, Mattie!”