Canada X Reader: White Christmas

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You forced yourself through the doors of Matthieu's house, tumbling as snow fell over, under, and all around you. The snow continued to bury you in a white grave until you gasped and flung your head up for a cold, icy breath. You pulled yourself through the snow, as 2 feet of snow have already gathered around you, and tried to walking out of the mini snow mountain. Kumo walked down the stairs and greeted you with a, "Who are you?" 

You forced yourself to smile, never liking the bear's lack of memory, and said," I'm (y/n). You know, the person who had been dating Matthew fo-"

"Who?" The white bear said again.

"Your owner..." You said through gritted teeth, not because of the bear, but because the heating in the house was starting to thaw the snow off of your clothes. "Where is he?"

"Who?" Kumo said starting to piss you off.

"Matthew! Where is Matthew!" You hollered at the polar bear. Seeming unaffected by your anger, or the puddle starting to form in the doorway, the polar bear pointed up the stairs. You walked up the stairs, turned to the left, and walked straight into Matthew's room without knocking. Of course, there your boyfriend was, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, watching ice hockey, and snuggling up under a blanket. You walked up to him and forcefully pulled the blanket off, getting a surprised look out of your boyfriend. 

"Where have you been! I've been calling you like crazy!"You yelled at the blond Canadian. He stared at you and quietly said, "I-I've just been here all day. I'm sorry I didn't get any of your phone calls-eh." You sighed. He was just to adorable when he said"eh". It was just CUTE. 

Canada stood up, retrieved the blanket, took off your now soaking wet jacket, and place the blanket on you. You closed your eyes and sat down on the couch and unto your boyfriend's lap. You snuggled up against his chest and began to fall asleep. Before you could, Matthew kissed you cheek and said, "Merry Christmas, (y/n)."

You quietly and gruffly mumbled back, "Merry Christmas, babe."


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