Vulnerable - (Male Reader x Canada) CountryHumans

Chapter 4: Finally Home

That was WAY too close!

Canada continued up the sidewalk path past his house, still sweating from the close encounter. With each step, he counted the cracks in the pavement, thinking back to that old saying about mothers. Steps echoed beneath his feet while clouds hung over the trees and urban sprawl. Fall leaves whisked their way upon the wind, floating through Canada's legs and swooping out, creating a gentle leafy trail to guide him.

I love fall.

The Canadian smiled with relief as he finally spotted y/n's house. He couldn't wait to be able to take a break and sit down. As much as he liked to carry y/n, Canada's legs and shoulders - let alone his embarrassment - couldn't take any longer... But then arose the question: how does one put down a 'friend' from their shoulder without waking them up and realizing how long they've been carried? Canada froze, not knowing how to answer. Luckily for him, y/n's mom was just heading out the door.

"Uhm, hi there - are you y/n's friend?", y/n's mom whisper-yelled tentatively as she closed the front door behind her, eyeing the son on his back.

"Y-yes! Sorry ma'am - y/n passed out on the way over. I-I think he's just tired, that's all!", Canada anxiously replied, also quietly.

"Oh dear! Why then we ought to put him to rest, now don't we?"

"Uh sure, but how will we without-"

Suddenly y/n's mom ninja-spiraled through the air, masterfully relieving Canada of his burden and landing perfectly back on her feet, not waking up y/n at the same time.

Woah.

Y/n's mom turned to face Canada, now holding y/n bridal style. The look on Canada's face told a very interesting story. She decided to just wink and walk to the door, motioning for him to open it. She wanted to keep her awesome mom-powers a mystery for now. Canada chose not to question it - for he wanted to leave a good first impression - and so he opened the door.

"Why thank you, quite the gentleman you are!"

Red hints played at Canada's cheeks. "Oh- of course!"

The three headed inside to the living room, where y/n's mom decided to plop y/n down on the couch. Canada sat down beside him, resting y/n's bag by the side of a coffee table.

"Well then, that ought to do it! By the way, it's nice to meet you! I'm y/n's mom, if you couldn't tell", Y/n's mom chuckled. Canada rocketed upward out of his seat, having completely forgotten his manners.

"Oh! Yes, sorry - Uh - my name's Canada! Very nice to meet you, ma'am!"

"That's alright, dear. No need to impress me! I'm sure you're a good friend of y/n's - he never makes friends this fast"

Never?

"Well anyways, I was just on my way over to get some groceries. Need anything? We already have some snacks in the cupboards - help yourself to anything you like."

"Oh - I'm alright, thank you!"

"Okay, just tell y/n to text me if you change your mind! Nice meeting you, Canada", y/n's mom then left with a wave, closing the front door gently.

FEW. That could have gone so much worse!

Now, Canada was left alone with y/n in his home. Alone. With just y/n. In his home. With no one else around... The more Canada dwelled on that thought, the more he started second-guessing whether sticking around was a good idea. Sure, he wanted to hang out with y/n, but seeing as he was asleep, they couldn't exactly do much together. But he also didn't want to leave. Confused, Canada simply decided to wait. He looked around the room, noting all the furniture was unpacked and all the decorations were up already.

Did y/n's mom really do all this in just a few days?!

Canada was thoroughly impressed. As he scanned the room from right to left, finally he let his eyes land on y/n. The moment Canada turned his way, he couldn't take off his gaze.

What's wrong with just looking?

He studied y/n's features. Every dent and crevice. The angles and sides of his body. The curves and nooks someone could hug or closely hold onto. His chest. His legs. His gro-

"YAWNNN"

Unexpectedly, y/n stretched his arms out to his sides, leaning towards his right. Unfortunately for Canada, that meant latching on and holding on tight. With a graceful 'kerplunk', y/n unknowingly had his arms wrapped around Canada's torso and shoulders, laying on top of his chest. Y/n let out a "mmmmmm", a sure sign that he was comfy and satisfied with his new bed.

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Canada's mind went completely blank. His brain short-circuited, not at all knowing what to do or how to move from his situation. Canada froze, with y/n's face resting just beneath his head, blowing warm air into Canada's neck. Soon, an uncomfortable amount of blood shifted towards his... well, you know where. His face heated up so much that he was uncertain whether the sheer temperature of his blushing would wake y/n up - but fortunately for him, it didn't. Canada's mind was still blank, completely uncertain of absolutely anything, still pinned by the weight of y/n's upper body. There was no way Canada could get out of this position safely. The two may as well have been two straws of hay in a tumbleweed - there was no getting out.

WhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdowhatdoIdofuckfuckfuckwhatdoIdo-

Canada's brain finally began to have coherent thoughts. While he was still completely uncertain of his situation, he more or less understood his options:

1. Move, wake up y/n, have a severely awkward moment, and go home to pretend like nothing ever happened.

2. Stay still, pray that y/n's mom gets home and doesn't wake y/n so that she can use her special magic-mom skills to alleviate him once more, and enjoy the company while it lasted.

Really, I have no choice.

And so there it was: option number two. Canada, still absolutely flushed, stuck under his crush, and utterly helpless. Canada gave into his desire for warmth, and chose to lean into y/n as well. After all, y/n was very comfy. And cozy. And soft - like a warm and loving blanket. A few minutes went by, and Canada decided to just lay back and rest. He was tired from carrying y/n around, and here he was, with the best therapeutic technique of all time. Canada silently drifted off to sleep.