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She's Got A Boyfriend NowCanada x Reader

It had been weeks since Matthew had seen you last. You still texted him, but whenever he asked you to hang out, you always told him that you were busy. He knew that you had a boyfriend and that you were sort of obligated to spend time with him, but still… You were his best friend. You had always been there, ever since you were kids.

He missed you so badly that it hurt.

There wasn't a lot to do without you around. His social life was already fairly poor, but he'd never really realized how few friends he had until you started dating that guy. He would always be that guy to Matthew. Honestly, he didn't really care for tha

Bittersweet: CanadaxDepressed!Reader_____ sat in the sand and sighed for probably the millionth time that night. She stared up at the sky and bit her lip.

"I hate you stars! You mock my pain…" she began, a shakiness in her voice. "I'll be fine… I've come this far on my own. Same plot, different day…" She turned back and stared at the large house behind her. _____ was lucky to have a friend like Alfred. He was letting her stay with him in his beach house.

"The sun and water will be good for you!" he'd told her. "C'mon _____, buck up! It ain't the end of the world!" She scoffed at the thought of his chipper words. Maybe it wouldn't be for someone like Alfred. But

S.ItalyxReader: Tomato Art

Today you were trying something new with your art. So you were in the market place with Feli. He needed some more pasta ingredients for dinner tonight. He needed tomatoes, noodles, garlic, and bread.
You told him you would get the garlic and tomatoes while he got everything else. After the garlic you went to a stand that held some large ripe tomatoes. Smiling you picked one up. Not only were you here for dinner food, but you were here for easily smashed food.
You were going to try to make a food masterpiece. By throwing food at a large canvas. Yea it sounded a lot like what a child would do, but…you really couldn't resist.
"Ciao," sai

Canada x Reader: Niagara Falls'All done.' You smiled as you zipped up your beige colored bag. Putting away your last piece of luggage, you sighed as you stepped into the car and started the ignition, only just beginning your exciting drive.

You were headed to Niagara Falls!

You smiled as you checked your rear-view mirrors, backing out of the driveway and soon drove out of your neighborhood to miles way beyond. Your friends, Alfred and Matthew, received a short vacation from work a few days ago and decided they should go out somewhere for the weekend. However, they couldn't decide for the love of Feliciano's pasta on where to go for a trip as Alfred kept suggesting place

CanadaxReader: Good Old Canadian Pancakes

You took a step back to admire your finished restaurant. It certainly stood out in your new American home town, especially when consider all the IHOPs that were everywhere. You grinned proudly. You’d show these Americans what true pancakes were like! Not to mention some pretty darn awesome maple syrup!

You went inside and locked the door, taking your time in admiring the inside. It was set up simply, with some Canadian flag decorations and some American ones. There were plain wooden tables with checkered tablecloths and booths, to add to the American-ness of your new business.

You missed living in Canada, despite your excitement. You

2P!CanadaXArtist!Reader

It was a good day. Warm with a cool breeze and not very sunny so your clean white paper did not blind you. You set yourself up on a bench in a nearby park, preparing your pencils. You flip open your sketch book to another white page. As you look around for a subject to draw, your eyes catch sight of a young man. He had blonde hair tied in a ponytail. His bangs were parted in the middle with a single curl hanging down. A pair of dark sunglasses hung on the tip of his nose, purple eyes peering over them. A hockey stick, the end wrapped in barb wire, laid at his boots.

He sat at the edge of a fountain nearby, slouching, a lost and empty look ac

AmericaxReader: The Set Up

"Hey _________, check out that totes hot guy over there," said (friend name). The two of you were currently sitting in a nice cozy café drinking hot chocolate, eating doughnuts, and discussing recent events.
You looked over your shoulder to take a gander.
"Don't make yourself so obvious," (friend name) hissed.
"Geese, sorry," you said holding up both your hands in a mock surrender. "I'll try to be less obvious." You cleared your throat and looked over your shoulder, "Yo, hot buy in the sweater vest!"
Your friend's face turned red like a (one of Spain's) tomatoes. "_-__________," she said in horror.
The blonde gentleman stared at you

Swimming With CanadaSplash~!

You felt the relaxing coolness as you dove into the clear swimming pool. It was so soothing to be engulfed into the water after being in the scorching weather for a long time. For the moment, your worries were over.

As a last minute decision, you planned a pool party for your normal friends because this would be the last time hanging out before school starts. You came thirty minutes early to the pool (who your aunt owns, so you were able to reserve at anytime), and set up the refreshments and volleyball net. Though you thought it would have taken awhile to finish complete your task by yourself, but it actually only took ten m

Strawberry Avalanche: Canada and ReaderStrawberry Avalanche: Canada and Reader:

The sympathetic nervous system responds to impending danger or stress making your heart beat faster. Yours was on overdrive as you ran through the large forest behind your school. A few days ago you had finally talked back to one of the girls who constantly teased you. She had cried to her boyfriend and now he and a gang of his friends were coming after you.

Branches tore at your uniform and scratched your legs. Several lower hanging branches caught in your hair and deposited twigs and leaves. You tripped over a root and scraped your knee but easily recovered. You felt the hot blood drip down your le

CanadaXReader: Our hearts are connectedCanada's POV:

Every day, after work, I would go and visit my friend (Name), who worked at a bakery. The bakery she worked at was called Confections, and it was a very small building. It had the ovens and such in the back, and in the front were displays and a very small space for people to stand and order at. Only about 5 five could be in the building to order at a time because of the small space, but after 5pm, before they closed, no one was there so I would go and visit my friend... and also... Kind of crush... Yes, I had a crush on (Name)...

(Name) worked with four other women, but only three people worked a day. (Name) worked almost ever

Canada x Reader: That Awkward Moment..."That awkward moment when you tell a joke to a group of friends…"

Laughs and talking erupted in a classroom. It was a free period and everyone typically gathered to their own separate groups of friends; me being one of those people too. Though it may seem a bit cliché, but I was part of the popular group, which consisted of foreign men. It was really weird, considering that I was the only girl in that group, but I soon was able to learn how to cope with it.

First, there's the ever-frugal-and-critical Briton, Arthur Kirkland. He seems cynical and sarcastic towards everything at first, but once you get to know him he's a real gentlemen.

Canada X Reader - The Perfect PancakesCanada X Reader – The Perfect Pancakes:

(PART ONE)

Matthew looked around the pancake parlour anxiously, nibbling at his lower lip and rubbing his sweaty palms together underneath the table. Was she here today? Was she working?
She could be on her break, he supposed. At that thought his stomach began to grumble impatiently and he sighed sadly, hanging his head. If ____ wasn't working today, then there was no way he was going to get pancakes. None of the other waitresses ever noticed him!

**

Matthew had been coming to the little pancake parlour in town ever since he'd discovered it one morning when he'd run out of ingredients to make

Broken Hearts And Ice Cream CanadaXReader(request)"Hot fudge." You commanded, holding your hand out. The Canadian did as he was told, handing you the bottle.
Why was he at your house? About thirty minutes ago, you called him up, sounding really distressed. Which is why he brought along a pint of maple flavored ice cream; it was his favorite flavor and, luckily, it was yours too.
The whole idea of eating ice cream when you're sad didn't make sense to the Canadian blond. But whenever his brother was sad, he liked to curl up with a tub of ice cream and wallow in self-pity. Of course, it was rather ironic, seeing as the American was the reason you were sad to the point where you needed the comfort of ice cream. Canada tightened his fist. The moment he saw his idiot brother again, he needed to remember to slug him in the face for hurting you like this.
"That bastard." You mumbled, downing a huge spoonful of hot fudge drenched ice cream. "How dare he cheat on me?!" You held your hand out again. "Whipped cream."
"Don't you think you sh

Canada x Reader: Lip Smacker"Here we are." You smiled as you led your boyfriend to your new room.
You had moved to another neighborhood due to it being a better location and overall a much better area since it cost less than your previous residence and already looked livelier, making it a great deal. You happily decided to invite Matthew over to your brand new house, to which he agreed.

He followed you up the stairs not too long ago and now stood gazing at your bedroom.

"I really like it, _____. It's cute." He smiled sincerely as he noticed how organized you kept everything and the warm mood your room gave off.

"Thank you, Mattie. Feel free to explore!" You nudged h

PrussiaxReader: I Need A Hero

I'm just a step away
I'm just a breath away
Losing my faith today
Falling off the edge today

"Gilbert that's it I'm through," you shouted dragging your suit case to the door.
"No __________, please don't go!"
You pushed him off, "I'm sick of the lies and the late nights. You always get called out of town, but I never know why. Sometimes you spend a whole night at a bar and then I have to go pick you up because your designated driver has ditched you!"
"___________, please don't leave me," he whimpered.
"Ok," you sighed, "Gilbert you have one chance to tell me one thing. What is your job?"
Gilbert froze. He said nothing and for what se

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Artist!CanadaxReader: His Muse

by ~Banshee-Scream, Aug 18, 2012, 3:01:22 PM
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"_-______________, no," said your friend Matthew.
"Come on Mattie," you said giggling. "It can't be that bad."
He shook his head, "I-It isn't done yet."
You and Matt had been friends for many years. He was your adorable, shy, lovable Canadian. He was a fantastic artist; most of what he drew in high school had already been admitted into art galleries. And he was so easy to tease.
"Come on Mattie, please," you pouted, "please give me a sneak peek!"
"N-no," he said his face turning slightly red.
You laughed at the thought of a great prank to play, "Ohhhh Mattie~. Did you draw a dirty picture of me?"
His face got redder. "I-I-I…"
"Taking after Francis now I see," you said turning away and crossing your arms in a teasing manner.
"_-_________ I'm not-."
"I see how it is," you said, "Francis has taken over your mind and turned you into a PERVERT!" You said tackling him and sitting on the young Canadian's back.
"_-_________, I-I-I didn't-."
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Matthew sighed, "Then why did you do that?"
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"S-see ya," he said his face turning pink. Once you were gone he turned back to the covered canvas and smiled; his work of art was waiting.
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Not only was your favorite Canadian adorable, shy, lovable, and easy to tease. But he was the nicest guy you had ever known, he was always a gentleman, he always stuck by you. And you had the biggest crush on him. Not that you would ever tell him, or admit it out loud.
But, o' Lord. He was handsome. He had violet-blue eyes and blonde hair with this one curl that always stuck out. And you always had a thing for guys who wore glasses. Heck you even dated his older brother Alfred for a while, but it was mainly because he looked so much like Mattie.
You didn't know how much more of this you could take…

~time skip brought to you by England; we are still waiting for his eyebrows to turn into butterflies~

The art reveal. You searched for Mattie in the crowd of people. His final masterpiece was about to be revealed, and you couldn't find him!
"Ladies and gentleman, this paining was done by a one Matthew Williams and will be his final work. It is called Amour," they pulled back the canvas to reveal a picture of a beautiful woman with (h/c) hair and striking (e/c) eyes.
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A woman poked you on the shoulder, "Hey is that-."
You turned very red and ran out of there.
"_____________!" shouted Matthew running after you.
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