Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

When You Meet (Allies and Canada)

Okay, so this is the same scenario as the last chapter, only with the Allies instead of the Axis (and yes, I included Canada in this.). Do you get what I said in the previous chapter? Okay, Enjoy! :)

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(America)

   You sighed as you began to clean up your station before heading home from work. You didn't mind working at a fast-food restaurant. It paid the bills, put food on the table, etc. You were just tired of your long work hours. You checked the time on the clock in the kitchen: 8:53 p.m. You had less than ten minutes before your shift was over, but you still wanted to clean up early. "Should we clean up now?" one of your dumb-ass coworkers asked. "No one's here." "I'd do it if I were you," you muttered, trying not to go on a killing spree. If there was one thing besides your long work hours and shitty pay that you hated about working at Hardee's (A/N: Hardee's, for those who don't know, is a fast-food restaurant similar to Burger King. Okay, back to the story!), it was your coworkers. With less than half of a brain between the five of them, you wanted them out of the restaurant. You scrubbed the counter angrily as you heard a bell ring. Shit, you thought. Another fucking customer, and I have five minutes until my shift's over. Fan-fucking-tastic. You faked a smile and turned to your customer. "Hello, sir. Welcome to Hardee's," you chirped. "May I take your order?" "Yeah, dudette," the guy replied. "Can I get four hamburgers, two large orders of fries, and a coke?" Your eyes widened. "Sure," you answered hesitantly. "That'll be $5.50, please." "Sweet!" the guy smiled, handing you a ten dollar bill. "Keep the change, (First Name)." "R-Really?" you asked. "How did you-" "Name-tag," the guy replied. "And yeah, I really want you to keep the change." You looked down at your name-tag and mentally face-palmed. "Right," you muttered. "Sorry about that, I guess I'm a little slow tonight." "Haha, that's fine," he laughed. "My name's Alfred F. Jones, by the way." "Well, Alfred," you smirked. "You just made my day." You took his receipt and wrote your number on the back of it. "I know we just met, but I want you to have this," you smiled, handing him his food and receipt. "Thanks, (First Name)," he replied, taking it. He opened his receipt, and turned to you. You made a phone with your hand, put it up to your ear, and winked at him, whispering, "Call me!" He chuckled at you before leaving the building.

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(Canada)

   You had recently moved to Toronto (if you already live there, then pick another city in Canada) and were raking leaves in front of your house. The chilly mid-September air started to eat at your skin, so you were smart enough to wear a red hoodie with a maple leaf on it. Once you had raked the leaves into a large pile, you smirked maniacally as your brain hatched an idea. You backed away from the pile slowly, so you were only a few paces away from it. You ran towards the pile at lightning speed, shouted, "I LOVE MAPLE SYRUP!!!!", and cannon-balled into the pile of leaves. You used to do this as a child, but your mother would always tell you not to do it when you're raking leaves. However, there was no mother to stop you now, so you took the opportunity with no regrets whatsoever. "God, I miss doing this so much!" you laughed as you laid on top of what was left of the pile. "That looks like fun," a shy voice stated. You looked up to see a guy around your age (you're 18 in this), who was pretty cute. He had sandy-blond hair with a funny-looking curl, sparkling amethysts for eyes, glasses shielding said eyes, and was holding what looked like a polar bear cub. "Can I join you, eh?" he asked shyly. You smiled and nodded, patting a spot next to you. He sat next to you and set his bear down in his lap. "Sorry if you heard my little outburst as I jumped into the leaves, but it's true," you muttered, embarrassed. "I really am a maple syrup-aholic." "Don't worry aboot it, eh?" he chuckled. "I am too." "Who are you?" the bear asked, making you jump in surprise. "I'm Matthew, your owner!" the guy frowned slightly. "Can your bear talk?" you asked, knowing the answer already. "Yeah," he replied. "I'm Matthew Williams, by the way. Might you be the new neighbor?" "Yep," you nodded. "The name's (First Name) (Surname). It's nice to meet you, Matthew, and um..." "Kumajiro," he replied. "Right," you nodded. "Oh, maple," Matthew muttered in annoyance. "I forgot my idiot brother was gonna visit me, don't you know? I guess I'll see you around, (First Name)?" "You sure will, eh?" you replied, making him chuckle. "See you later, Matthew!" You waved at each other as he entered his house next door.