Hetalia Oneshots (Requests Open)

2P Canada x Fighter! Reader

Your pov

Allan was bragging about something while the two of you walked home from school, something about the new exchange student making out with him in the janitor's closet. You couldn't have cared less who he had made out with today because it was so common for him to do things like this and yet, you nodded along anyway. He gave you a shit eating grin and you smiled back.

"Are you finally going to come over, Doll, or do I have to drag you over? Oliver's just about dying to meet you, ya know," He said. He had been trying to bring you over for years but, you didn't want to know what the hell had taken part in raising something like Allan.

"I think I'll pass," You said. He glared lightly at you and you laughed. He always looked so stupid to you when he did that, even if he did scare the shit out of everybody else when he did that.

"Come on, (Y/N). Ya know you're gonna have to meet them sometime," He wined at you. You rolled your eyes.

"And I will avoid it for as long as possible, Al," You said, pushing your hands into you hoodie pockets. Before you realized what was happening, Allan had thrown you over his shoulder and was sprinting in the direction of his house.

"Told ya that I'd drag ya!" He laughed. You kicked him in the face, not slowing him down any though.

"You fuck!" You screamed, punching his back. He grunted in pain as you did.

"Hey! Watch the fists of fury back there, would ya?" He snapped. Eventually, he sat you down outside a large pink and blue house. You swallowed thickly and glanced over at him as he walked you inside.

"Hey, Oliver, guess who finally showed her face!" Allan yelled. A strawberry blond stuck his head into the living room and grinned when his laid his baby blue eyes on you.

"You must be (Y/N)! Allan has told us so much about you, Poppet! He never mentioned that you were so adorable though. Oh, would you like a cupcake dear?" He said in a rushed. You stared at him for a second.

"I... don't really eat...sweets," You said, awkwardly.

"Oh. That's alright, dear. Would you like to stay for dinner? Oh butterscotch, where are my manners? I'm Oliver Kirkland, you may just call me Oliver!" He said with a huge grin. A faint ding echoed through the house and he perked up more, if that was even possible. He raced away, leaving you with Allan again.

"Is... is he always like that?" You asked, a little overwhelmed by his personality, being extremely introverted and all. Allan nodded before dragging you off somewhere else.

~~Time Skip~~

There was still an hour before dinner, but you and Allan were wrestling in the living room as the blond frenchman watched with a bored kind of interest as he sipped his wine and puffed on his cigarette. You had just gotten Allan in a headlock when another blond walked down the stairs looking angry.

"What the hell is with all the damn noise? I was taking a fucking nap, you fuckin' jackass," He growled, throwing something at Allan. It hit you in the nose instead. You glared and whipped it back, smacking him in the back of the head.

"Watch where you throw that shit, douche nozzle!" You snapped. He turned and gave you a glare that could kill a man, you gave it right back.

"What did you just say, Chickadee?" He said in a low dangerous rumble.

"You fuckin' heard me," You hissed, standing up and kicking Allan away from you. He stared at you, a little shocked by your sudden anger.

"Uh, (Y/N), you might just want to leave him alone," He said. You glared over at him.

"Shut up, Al," You snapped. The blond man stomped down the stairs and, as he got closer to you, you could see exactly how pissed off he really was. He threw the first actual punch and it put you in the floor with a pained howl. This caused Oliver to come running it.

"Matthew Williams! We do not hit our house guests!" He yelled. You shot yourself off the floor and drove your fist into the right side of his jaw, sending him staggering backwards. He looked surprised and so did everyone else in the room, including Allan. You had never told him about taking kickboxing classes.

"I see how you're gonna be, you little bitch," He grumbled, charging at you. You sidestepped, hooking one of your legs around his, tripping him. As he fell you ground you available knee into the middle of his back to make him fall harder.

"Swear jar!" Oliver yelled, going unnoticed at the moment. He flipped you onto you back when you both hit the ground and he punched you in the face. You used the heel of your hand to drill him in the solar plexus, successfully knocking the wind out of him as well as getting him off of you. You grabbed the back of his head and slammed it into your knee. He groaned in pain and reached up, grabbing your arm and throwing you into the coffee table.

"Fuck you!" You spat, folding together and using both of your feet to kick him in the face. Another scream of 'swear jar' could be heard in the doorway. He fell over the couch and you followed him. You grabbed his hair and used it to slam his head into the wall, creating a hole. Finally, you backed off.

"Remind me never to piss you off, (Y/N). Jesus," Allan muttered in awe. You smiled sheepishly at him and rubbed the back of your neck

"I'm so sorry! I'm not sure what came over me! Are you alright?" You panicked. The blond stood up and nodded.

"Yeah. I'm Matt," He said.

"(Y/N)," You responded. He smiled down at you slightly and you laughed awkwardly, feeling bad about the fight. "Sorry about kicking you in the face and using you head to make a hole in the wall."

"S'alright," He said. You turned and looked at Oliver and grinned sheepishly.

"I'll pay for that," You said, gesturing to the head sized hole in the wall. Oliver smiled and waved his hand at you but held out a jar with the words 'Swear Jar' written on the side.

"Just pay for what you said, Poppet," He said, sweetly. You rummaged in you pocket and pulled out two dollars and offered it to him. He nodded once then held out the door for Matt, who dropped in a few more dollars than you did.

~~Time Skip to two years later~~

You had started dating Matt a few months after everything happened and you had never been happier. The event of beating the absolute hell out of him never happened again, though it was threatened a few times.

You looked up at your big, blond teddy bear and smiled. He looked down at you and gave you the same googly eyes that he has been giving you since you two started dating. You laughed, leaning up and pecking him on the lips.

"I love you, you know that?" You said, tugging his ponytail lightly. He smiled and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"I've loved you since that day you kicked my ass," He said, kissing you again.

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Hey Kit Kats! Look who isn't dead! I know that I haven't updated in forever and, to be completely honest with you, I don't have much of an excuse other than really bad writer's block. I really hope that you guys will leave me some requests in the comments! I love you all and wish you the best in life <3