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Hetalia x Reader: Snowbirds (Canada)

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Published: Dec 25, 2013

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I saw France yelling at England. “He’s my little territory! He’s my little Mattie!”
“Is not! Leave the boy be, Francis!” Arthur yelled back. I noticed standing next to France was Canada weakly smiling with a torn expression.
Matthew started, “If I could get a word in-”
“HEY, DUDES WHAT CHA TALKIN BOUT?!” Alfred interupted. Francis and Arthur blinked.
“I-... I don’t quite remember…” England said.
“As did I.” France said. Matthew sighed and walked over to the corner. I decided to join him since he looked quite sad.
“Hello, Matthew.” I said with a hint of happiness in my voice. He seemed shocked but smiled none the less.
“H-Hi… I don’t think I ever caught your name.” He said.
“(Y/n).” I stated simply. “Sorry about the whole mountain thing…”
“Its alright I don’t mind.” He said shyly. I almost thought I saw a blush tint his pale cheeks. We stood in an awkward silence until a small polar bear came up to Matthew.
“Who are you?” He asked to the Canadian nation.
“I’m Canada.” He said sadly. The bear turned to me.
“Who are you?”
“I’m (Y/n).” He pointed a pw at me.
“(Y/n),” he turned back to Canada. “Who are you?” I cocked my head to the side with my brows furrowed.
“Didn’t you hear him say his name?” I asked. The bear repeated the question to Matthew. “His name is Matthew.” I stated firmly.
“D-Don’t bother, eh? He hasn’t learned it yet… even with him being my pet for who knows how long…” He muttered the last part. I scooped up the bear in my arms.
“Well, today he’s gonna learn.” I stated to Matthew which made him blush, yes, he was blushing I could tell now. I pointed to myself. “I’m. (Y/n).” I said slowly. The bear pointed at me. I poked and held my finger on Matthew’s chest. “He. Is. Can-a-da…” I said slowly. “Repeate!” I ordered.
“C-Can… Who?”
“CAN. A. DA.” In the distance I heard some one say; “Who said da to becoming one?” in a Russian accent.
“Can- Cana...d… who?” I poked Matthew again.
“CANADA. Tu parles français? IL. EST. CANADA. HE IS CANADA.” I said again.
“You really don’t have to-”
“Shush~ I think he’s close, Mattie.” I whispered. Canada’s face was bright red at the nickname.
“... C-Canadia…” Matthew chuckled.
“That’s as close as America has come.” He said. I put a finger to his lips.
“I’m not giving up yet.” I turned my attention to the bear. “Why can’t you remember him?”
“He hasn’t done anything memorable.” The bear replied. I thought over the concept. I smirked and decided on a plan. “Mattie~” I said before pulling the curl that popped from his head. His face was as red as anyone could ever imagine. Canada dipped me and kissed me.
“Je t’aime, ma amour~” He purred.
“CANADA! CANADA!” The bear chimed happily.
“WHOA! MY LITTLE MATTIE’S SHOWING HIS FRENCH SIDE!~ Ohohonhon~” France yelled happily. Canada was bright red.
“I love you too, Mattie.” I said pecking his lips with mine.