Random x Reader One Shots

3- Canada x Country!Reader

A/N: I been watching Hetalia recently, and I am in LOVE with Canada. He is so adorable and just aJJhhHHHJjklflksdajflkadsnvzafgggg. In this fic, you are a country. (C/N) means country name- you can be any country you want. I would suggest one that isn't very common. Ex. Andorra, Kiribati, Mali, Qatar, etc. Anyways, enjoy~ EDIT: (F/B) = favorite book.

You smoothed out your long overcoat, closing your eyes. All the nations were gathered, and, of course, they were fighting. America and England were poking at France, and it was just a ruckus in general. You breathe slowly, trying not to have an anxiety attack. All of the noise was really stressing you out. Suddenly Germany yelled out, surprising everyone. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes. You sunk down it your chair. Why must everyone be so loud? You were a small country, and everything back home was usually peaceful and quiet. But here it was loud.

"Hey.... (C/N)... Are you alright....?" A quiet voice said.

You slowly opened your eyes, seeing that Canada was sitting next to you, concern showing on his soft features. He held his bear Kumojiro close to his chest.

"Oh, hey Canada. Yeah yeah, I'm fine," you said, although you weren't sure if it was the truth.

"Are you sure...?"

"I'm fine," you said, accidentally snapping.

"I'm sorry I bothered you..." You could tell that Canada was upset by your retort.

"No, Canada. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just... all of the yelling and fighting is really stressing me out... Back home, it's quiet most of the time..."

"Yeah.... I can relate...." He said, petting Kumojiro's head.

Germany boomed out again.

"Canada! (C/N)! You are talking out ov turn! You must raise your hand if you vant to talk!" His voice was loud and intimidating.

"I'm s-sorry G-Germany," you said sinking down further in your chair. You covered your face as a tear slipped down your cheek.

"Dude, Germany..." you heard America whisper. "Just leave her alone..." You glance between your fingers long enough to see Germany scowl at America.

"Alright, ja... Russia, please continvue."

There was a tap on your shoulder, and you looked up to see Canada offering you a pancake. You took it, smiling in thanks at him. You sniff, and nibble on the pancake.

After a while, you glance over at Canada. He isn't paying any attention to the meeting. Instead, he is eating a pancake identical to the one he gave you. He must carry a bunch of them on him at all times, you thought. You can't help smiling at him as he stares off into space.

The meeting soon comes to a conclusion, and you sigh in relief. You hope that they didn't discuss anything super important because you weren't paying attention at all. People slowly filtered out of the large conference room.

"(C/N)! Hey!" You turned to see America. "Me and Canadia are planning on going to get some dinner. Wanna come, dude?" 

"Oh.... Umm..." you mutter, trying to think of an excuse to not go. You really just want to go home. "I..."

You glanced over at Canada, who looked at you hopefully.

"Sure..." you say, smiling at Canada as his face lights up. He is just so adorable sometimes.

"Alright!" America exclaims, fist pumping the air. "This is gonna be totally wicked, I know a great restaurant!"

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You sit next to Canada in the restaurant, America across from you. Britain decided he would join too, and he sits next to America. You are waiting on the waitress. You sit there, reading a book. It is (F/B), and you have read it many times, but it doesn't hurt to re-read it once in a while. You push your reading glasses up quickly, returning to the page.

"Um.... (C/N)... Sorry to bother you.... But is that (F/B)?"

You glance up, and see that Canada is watching you. 

"Oh, uh, yes it is, actually. It's my favorite book," you say, smiling at him. 

"R-really? It's one of my favorites too," he said, returning the smile. America glances across the table, and sees you two chatting about the book. 

"You dudes are such nerds," he says, laughing.

The waitress finally arrives, and you order your food. America, of course, orders a burger. 

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"Matthew," you say, glancing at Canada. "Could you pass the salt?" He turns to you, his face bright pink.

"W-what?"

"Could you pass the salt?" You repeated, smiling weakly.

"O-oh, yeah," he said, grabbing the salt shaker and handing it to you. "Sorry," he muttered.

"Are you okay?" 

"Y-yeah. You just called me by my real name. It surprised me. I don't think anyone's ever done that before," he said, staring down at his plate in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry..." you say. "I didn't mean to upset you. I'll just call you Canada from now on then?"

"No, it's fine. I don't like my name, but you're voice makes it sound so... nice," he says, blushing a deeper shade of red.

"T-thank you."

Dinner continued in mostly silence (considering that Canada and you were too embarrassed to talk), except for America, who seemed to be watching a very intense game of football on one of the TV screens behind you.

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"Matthew," you said, grabbing his arm as you walked out. Britain and America kept walking, but Canada turned, confused. "I just wanted to say thank you."

"F-for what?"

"For an amazing night," you replied, standing on your tip-toes to plant a small kiss on his cheek.

"(C-C/N)..."

"Please, just call me (Y/N)"

"(Y/N)," he breathed. "That's a beautiful name."

"Thank you," you said, pulling him in for a hug. He hesitated, and then hugged back. He was warm, and smelled of maple syrup and pancakes. It was a comforting smell. Canada was short, but you were shorter. He rested his chin on your head, closing his eyes.

You pulled away. "So, dinner tomorrow night at my place?" you asked, taking him by surprise.

"O-Oh. Yes! T-That'd be great!" he said, a warm smile lighting up his soft features.

Little did you two know that America and Britain were watching from afar, 'fangirling' over their 'otp'.