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ʙᴀʙʏ (Canada)

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Finally! Done with this one. Shout out to sofiwon for helping me.

Warning: Graphic violence, psychological manipulation, non-consensual acts, cannibalism, emotional abuse, stalking, obsession, physical restraint, coercion, force-drinking, necrophilia, gaslighting, boundary violations, and depictions of death.

Canada hadn’t expected things to go out of control.

It all started when his brother, America, trying to be a matchmaker and introduced him to you at a party. You were a friend of a friend, someone quiet, reserved, who clearly didn’t enjoy large social gatherings. Canada found you endearing in a way— your shy demeanor was a nice contrast to Canada’s more outgoing personality. You guys hit it off slowly, exchanging numbers and casually chatting, building up a friendship that eventually turned romantic.

It all went wrong during one of your usual nights in. You both were lounging on Canada’s couch, watching Netflix when Canada made a move. It started with a kiss, and to his surprise, you kissed him back. Encouraged by the response, Canada’s hands began to wander, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. But the moment his fingers dipped beneath your shirt, you stiffened and pulled back.

“Wait, stop,” you murmured, your voice steady but cautious.

Canada immediately drew back, guilt stirring within him. “What’s wrong, baby? Did I... go too far?”

You shook your head, glancing down, as you fix back your clothes. “No, no. It’s not you. I just… don’t feel that way about people.”

“Oh.” Canada’s heart skipped a beat. “You mean… not into sex?”

Your sigh was soft, thoughtful, as if finally allowing yourself to speak openly. “Y- yeah.. is that a problem?”

Though Canada tried to smile, confusion gnawed at him. “Ye— No. I mean no, it's no problem, it’s fine. I’m not with you just for that.” But the words felt hollow, a small sense of betrayal sparking within him. Days later, that small betrayal had become resentment. Why hadn’t you mentioned it before? He liked you, sure, but what was he supposed to do with a relationship where he felt like an outsider?

Next couple of days, as usual the two of you are spending a quiet evening together, sitting on Canada’s couch with a movie playing in the background. Canada, feeling an urge for closeness, casually drapes his arm around your shoulders, subtly pulling you closer. You laughed and leaned against him as response. It’s a familiar gesture, something you both have done before, but tonight there’s a different energy. He tilts his head to rest against yours, murmuring something playful, but there’s a trace of expectation in his voice, as if he’s waiting for a response.

After a few minutes, Canada’s hand starts wandering— innocent at first, resting on your arm, then gently moving to your back. He’s testing, inching his way past the boundary you set, hoping for a different reaction. When he doesn’t meet resistance since you are too focused on the show, he takes it as a green light and leans in, his hand slipping just beneath the fabric of your shirt. It’s a small, almost subtle move, but enough for the protagonist to tense, a clear signal that they’re uncomfortable.