Hetalia X Reader- Canada’s Hug

    … Matthew Williams, the most nice, shy, and invisible, not to mention syrup and pancake loving, Canadian.

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    Quietly opening, closing, and locking the door, you walked down the streets, thinking of places where your quiet Canadian friend was. He could be in the park or at his house. Perhaps even at the market to buy more pancake ingredients and/or Canadian brand maple syrup.

    Shrugging, you decided to check the park, where he enjoys to relax and spend nice days like this one.

❤Time Skip Brought to You by Canada Showering in Maple Syrup While Sexily Dancing❤

    You arrived at the park’s iron gates, welcoming anyone and everyone in. You darted in, now determined to find Matthew.

    After walking around and checking most places he would be, you sighed and plopped down under a tree. “Where could he be?!” you muttered frustratedly, throwing your arms into the air.

    “Who are you looking for?” a British voice piped up from a foot or two behind you. Whipping your head around, you saw the familiar figure of Arthur Kirkland, your British friend.

    “Oh, hey, Artie,” you said, letting your anger dissipate. He frowned at the nickname, but otherwise stayed silent. “I’m looking for Mattie.” He gave you a look asking ‘Who?’, making you sigh in annoyance. “Matthew Williams. You know, the Canadian guy that lives right freaking next door to you,” you seethed, narrowing your (eye colour) eyes at the frightened Brit. If you weren’t so tired, you would have smacked him upside the head and force one of his ‘scones’ down his throat.

    “O-oh! Matthew is in his house, last time I-I checked,” he answered nervously. He turned on his heel and darted off, now scared of you. You frowned and stood up, wincing at the pain you felt in your legs.

    “Why do people forget about Matthew all the time?” you mumbled, walking through the park and looking at the ground, deep in thought. “Mattie’s really sweet and shy. He’s way different than Alfred, and he would never harm a fly. Even his own pet, Kumajirou, forgets his name…” You glanced up, seeing Alfred and Francis talking as they walked down the street.

    “So… why?” you muttered aloud, passing by the pair talking and talking. They took notice of you when you mumbled that sentence.

    “Why what?” Alfred asked, catching up to you. Francis took a moment to ponder it before running to catch up.

    “Why’s Mattie always ignored?” Alfred blinked, his eyes widening slightly. Francis stopped in his tracks, causing both of you two to halt.

    “W-well, ‘e iz…”

    “Ugh, why did I even think you could answer it?” you scoffed, running down the street. Alfred rubbed his forehead and sighed, wondering why Matthew was ignored.

    “The dudette’s right,” he muttered.

❤Time Skip Brought to You by the Bad Touch Trio❤

    You clenched your hand into a fist and rapped your knuckles against the wooden door three times. A faint ‘Coming!’ sounded through the house as muffled footsteps hurriedly came closer and closer. Moments later, a tired looking Canadian opened the door, yawning and rubbing his eyes tiredly.

    “Mattie! Did I wake you?” His violet eyes searched your own as a small smile graced his lips.

    “I needed to get up anyways,” he said, looking down at his pajamas. He was dressed in a Canadian flag shirt and panda bear pants, with matching polar bear slippers. He blushed immensely, squeaking slightly.

    “Geez, Mattie,” you said, looking at his polar bear slippers. “I want your slippers.”

    “E-eh?! You’re not going to remark a-about… all this?” he asked, gesturing to his outfit.

    “Nope,” you said, shrugging your shoulders.

    “Oh, okay. Anyways, c-come in,” he said, stepping to the side and gesturing you in. You obeyed and walked in, smiling softly. You squealed when you remembered what you planned to do. “Do you want any pancakes?” he asked softly, giving you a questioning look about the squeal.

    “Oh,” you cleared your throat and scratched the back of your neck sheepishly. “If it’s not any trouble. But before that!” You took a step towards him and hugged him tightly, causing the Canadian to blush and freeze.

    “E-e-e-e-hhhh?!” he squeaked out. After a moment, you let go of him, a light feathery pink dusting your (skin colour) cheeks. You smiled warmly.

    “Ah, sorry. You looked like you needed a hug,” you explained as he regained his composure.

    “O-oh… Well, thanks,” he said. “I-I’ll go make those pancakes now!” He swiftly rushed out of the living room, clearly flustered. Just how many hugs has this Canadian got? Zero, excluding yours?!

❤Time Skip Brought to You by Bob❤

    “Mm, these pancakes are always the best, Mattie!” you cheered, leaning back in your chair as you eyed your finished plate. He chuckled, sitting across from you. He soon finished his own pancakes, smiling at your enthusiasm to help him.

    Soon enough, you two got goofed off together, whether it was from water war or beating each other in games. Later, nearing evening, you both decided to make a cake. Soon, a measly making a cake process turned into an all out war.

    You were hidden behind a moved couch, several open flour bags near you. Who know that these flour bags could be so huge.

    Anyways, Matthew was hiding behind a coffee table lying on its side. Peeking around the corner cautiously, your chest was met with a handful of flour.

    “Mattie!” you laughed, grabbing a handful of flour yourself and tossing it at his smirking face. he shook his head, the flour carelessly falling off of his golden blonde locks. His glasses were askew on his face, giving him a messy (yet hot) look.

    You blushed and hid your face just in time to avoid being hit in the face by flour. You giggled, grabbing another handful and tossing it carelessly over your cover.

    “You missed!” he laughed. Hold on, that laugh strangely sounded closer to you than he was on the other side of the room. Glancing around, you shrugged it off, digging your hand into the bag of flour. Suddenly, a shadow crossed your line of vision, but it was too late; flour was poured all over you as Matthew erupted in boisterous laughter. His laugh must have been contagious, for you burst out laughing, not a minute later, after getting over your initial shock. Decided to get revenge, you hefted a half full bag of flour and poured it over him, who was wiping his eyes from the tears.

    “Gah!” he exclaimed, flailing slightly.

❤Time Skip Brought to You by… BATMAN❤

    “Ha… hah,” you panted, giggling as you looked at Matthew who was still covered in flour. Matthew was laying down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling through fogged glasses. He was too tired to even clear them up, and instead let them rest on his face. You towered over him and looked down at him.

    “You know, I’m going to have one fun time cleaning up this mess,” he said, sarcasm dripping in tone playfully. You smiled sheepishly and shrugged.

    “I’ll help you tomorrow. Just let me stay the night,” you said, giving him a helping hand. He gratefully took it and, with the help of you, stood up.

    “You know you can always stay the night here,” he said, futilely dusting his clothes off. “I’m sure I have some clothes to fit you and you can take a shower.” Nodding, you followed him to his room, glancing about. On his white wall, a well-worn Canadian flag was pinned to it. It looked well past its time, yet carefully taken care of. He had a white bookshelf in one corner, full of different type of books that ranged from Canadian history to Canadian stories and poetry. There were a couple of picture frames. One photo, framed by a polished black wood, was a picture of Alfred in the front, Arthur pushing the American’s face out of the way, Francis laughing, and Matthew chuckling on the sidelines. They had asked you to take a picture of them, and in the end, it didn’t work out.

    On a shelf lower, there was a photo of Matthew and you, side by side. Your arm was draped over his shoulder, while he smiled nervously, his glasses framing his eyes. You grinned remembering the day when you had yelled at Alfred to take a picture of you two, or else you would burn his precious video games and consoles.

    There were other pictures, but that mainly consisted of either him and his family or him and you. Matthew snapped his fingers in front of your face, bringing you back to reality. He held a (colour) jumper and gray sweatpants to you.

    “Hey, these are mine! ...Why are they in your room?” you asked suspiciously, narrowing your eyes at him as you took the clothes from him. He chuckled nervously.

    “Actually, I went to the guest room next door while you were spacing out. There’s some more of your clothes in there if you want to get something else,” he explained, raising his hands in defeat. You smiled and ruffled his hair playfully. He blushed and swatted your hand away lightly.

❤Time Skip Brought to You by Bob the Second❤

    After you and Matthew showered (not together!), he had gathered blankets and pillows, while you set up the living room for a movie marathon.

    “Matthew was such a sweetie to fix the furniture and dust them off before he got in the shower… Anyways, make a bunch of popcorn, set the TV and whatnot up. God, I didn’t think he would have this much stuff, like gaming consoles and three flat screen TVs. And so many games. Then again, Mattie must keep himself occupied,” you muttered under your breath as you set the living room up. In all honesty, you two were going to use the couch and not a lot of popcorn since you both weren’t big popcorn eaters.

    Matthew came in with a couple of pillows and blankets. “What movies are we watching?” he called, his voice muffled slightly by the sheer thickness of some of the pillows and blankets.

    “Oh, horror movies, comedies, you know. The likes,” you said, taking some of his burden out of his arms. You both began setting up the couch.

❤Time Skip Brought to You by the Author’s Laziness❤

    At the end of three movies, you had fallen asleep and leaned against Matthew. He shifted and tried to get comfortable. You moved unconsciously and snuggled, holding him in an iron grip. He smiled nervously, awkwardly wrapping a blanket over you with his free hand. The other was trapped because of your side hug. Soon enough Matthew got really awkward as he became more and more conscious of you against him.

    He shifted again, causing you to fully hug him and snuggle into his chest. You let out a sigh of bliss, comfortable where you were. The Canadian, huffed, and decided that it was best to just let it happen. He reached his arm over you and pulled the blanket over the two of you, giving you more warmth.

    “Matthew…,” you mumbled, arousing the blushing Canadians attention. “...Needs more hugs…” He blushed profusely and smiled softly. Eventually, he slipped into the blissful state of unconsciousness.