Hetalia One shots (TAKING REQUESTS)

2pCanada x Reader

My first encounter with the '2ps' had been unexpected and surprisingly calm, and not at all violent as the others had described them to be. I had known the countries for several years and it had only been two years ago that they had told me what they were, at first I was skeptical but after Francis, who I learned was the representative of France, told me the whole story and extra on how the French revolution had happen I was intrigued so I pushed more and he contuined to tell me the stories of France. It took only a few weeks until I finally believed them, they were taken back for a few minutes, after explaining that anything is possible, they passed it off. Of course I had to be sworn to secrecy to never tell a soul, ever since then I felt more connected with them, it was nice to know that they trusted me enough for them to tell a secret so huge to a normal, bland person.

Anyhow, first encounter with the '2ps', again unexpected. It had been an autumn day, the leaves were just starting to fall, creating a mosaic like pattern on the lawns and sidewalks, quite beautiful if you asked me. I was walking to a close friend of mines, Matthew Williams also known Canada but I still preferred to call him Matthew, house. It was a nice house,it wasn't big nor was it small, the white painted exterior complemented the red shutters and dark oak front door that was carved with simplistic strokes of lines. It was an older house with minor renovations done here and there, walking up the faded out brick pathway to the front door I began to hum a song I was listening to earlier. Reaching the door I knocked, rocking back and forth on my heels I waited. When the door opened I opened my mouth and began to speak.
"Hey, Mat-" I stopped mid sentence as my eyes locked with the violet hue of the owners, yes Matthew had violet eyes as well but his eyes were cheerful, shy and uncertainty mixed in, but these eyes seemed almost dead, they weren't lively, almost like the owner was spiritless. Feeling intimidated from his cold stare I looked down, having the courage to finally speak again I spoke, my eyes still down.
"Is Matthew home?" I asked, my voice quieter than the first time.
"No." I nearly jumped out of my skin, I had not been expecting his voice to sound like that, it was gruff and deep, a light scratchiness to it as well. Though it did seem to suit him well.
"Oh okay, I'll come back later then." I said, turning away to walk back to my house his voice made me stop.
"You can come in, he'll probably be home in a hour or whatever he said." He spoke in an almost bored tone but there was a hint of pleading, as if he didn't want to stay there alone. Nodding some I turned back around and smiled faintly, nerves racking my body, telling me to go home and call Matthew but a small part of me wanted me to stay, to not leave this man alone, it was almost like I needed to be there with him. So I told him that I would stay and he walked back inside the house, following him I closed the door behind him and took my sweater off as well as my scarf and hung them up on the coat stand near the door and walked to the living area and took a seat on the couch in there. The man was sitting on the other couch, arms behind the cushion and his legs spread apart some as he watched t.v. As I sat, my legs crossed and my hands folded over each other, I barely payed attention to the screen but instead looked over at him to get a good look. His hair was just like Matthews, the same colour only it seemed dirtiter, not literally dirty just the colour seemed darker than Matthew's. It was longer and unruly, loosely tied back with a band of some sort, he had facial hair, nothing more than a light stubble. He seemed to be muscular for when he situated himself ever now and then, his muscles would push against the thick material of his red flannel. As for his clothing he was wearing a pair of black jeans, not the skinny kind but the loose fitting, the comfortable kind. As mentioned he was wearing a red flannel, it was buttoned up expect for the first three, clearly showing off some of the chest hair there, it wasn't dark but rather on the lighter side.

Half an hour had passed and neither him or I have made any proposal to communicate with one another. Sighing lightly I looked up at him.
"So... I never exactly got your name." I said, my voice growing quieter with each word and my hands becoming increasingly sweaty as he stared at me, speaking no words. I looked away once again, becoming awkward as a freshman on the first day of high school.
"Matt." Looking up at him I went to ask him what he meant but I realized it would look stupid if I asked him that. Nodding some I went back to looking at my hands, seemingly the most interesting thing at the moment. "And you? Never got your name either." He said, still not looking up from my lap I spoke.
"[Your Name]." I could sense him staring at me still so I looked up at him as well, our eyes met again and it felt like I couldn't stop looking into those violet hues, the deadness of them made me feel like I had to do something, but I didn't know what, or how I should do it, or why I even should do it. But something about those eyes compelled me to learn more about him, to know who Matt really is, not what people said of him or how I viewed, but to know him as a person, as he sees himself. "So, Matt, what do you do?" I asked him, eagerness lacing my words.
"I'm a mechanic." Nodding I pestered on.
"Do you like it? Being a mechanic I mean." Sighing some, annoyance clearly in his voice.
"I guess, I don't exactly hate it but I don't like it either." Nodding again I leaned back against the couch, the cool cotton material molding against my form. I decided not to ask him any more questions seeing as he didn't want me to, so I began to watch the screen again, seeing as I had nothing better to do.

When the front door opened I was almost excited that Matthew had finally come home, looking over my shoulder I saw that he was carrying a few bags from, possibly, the grocery store. Standing up I went over to him and took a two of the bags from his hands, he looked up at me with a confused stare, as if saying how I got into his house, my eyes darted quickly over to the living area and began walking to the kitchen, Matthew following behind me. Setting the bags down on the counter, I sighed lightly.
"Is everything okay, [Name]?" Matthew asked, placing the bags he held on the counter as well, he came over to me and placed his hand lightly on my shoulder.
"No...not really." I spoke with a hushed whisper, as to not make Matt come and listen in. "Why the hell is that guy even here?" I asked, urgency mixed with curiosity laced my words as I looked at Matthew. He looked down for a moment,as if contemplating his answer. Sighing the looked back up at me.
"It's a long story..." He trailed off and began to tell me the origins of these 'second players', it piqued my interest, it truly did. Matthew explained to me that since they, they meaning the countries, experinecd bloody and terrible wars that made some of them angry and distraught in these times, these people would show up that looked almost identical to the countries, he proceeded to explain that these people would go head first into the battle and fight with all they had, eventually after the war ended these people left and didn't return until another war broke out. Matthew paused after this, as if he didn't know how to explain the rest of the story. After putting away the groceries he sat down again and took my hand into his and looked me in the eyes, proceeding with the story. Continuing, after a hundred years or so, the 'second players' came back and this time they didn't leave, the countries thought nothing of it until some started wreaking havoc upon the city's. So, this team banded together, wasn't so much of a team more like three countries who preformed magic and stuff like that, teamed up to create a portal to another dimension in which the second players could live...on one condition, that every year or so for a few months, the 'second players' would return and just stay with the countries.
"So basically the opposite of you guys?" I asked him in which Matthew simply nodded. Well that explains on why Matt is groucher and colder than Matthew.
"I really hope you don't mind the intrusion of him being here." Matthew said, his eyes going downcast, squeezing his hand some and smiling softly.
"Mattie, it's your house,why on earth would I mind?" Nodding he uttered a quite true. Looking at the clock,I stood up. "I would love to stay longer, but I have work tomorrow." I smiled apologetically at Matthew and he waved me off, bid me a farewell and I went back into the living area. I passed Matt but I payed no mind to him.
"You leaving?" I heard Matt ask, the movement of the couch proved that he stood up. Grabbing my sweater and scarf off the coat rack, I answered him.
"Yeah and? Does that bother you?" Pulling on my sweater I heard his boots walk accros the wooden floor, towards me. Looking back at him after I pulled my sweater on, I took an involuntary step back from his close proximity.
"Maybe it does, maybe it doesn't." Taking another step towards me, I quickly slipped on my shoes and wrapped my scarf around my neck.
"It shouldn't, I barely know you and you barely know me." Shrugging he moved and attempted to grab my arm but I jerked back and towards the door.
"Well maybe we should talk over dinner." He looked at me, stepping towards me once again I grabbed the doorhandle. Was he asking me on a date? He possibly couldn't be, I mean he is pretty handsome and who knows the might be a pretty chill guy. Shaking my head slightly, as if that really would clear my thoughts of him.
"Maybe we should." I answered back, opening the door I stepped out some, he seemed to smile some, but only for a fracture of a second,then it was gone as quickly as it came.
"Saturday?" He asked and before I had time to answer. He contuined. "Great, see you then." And with that I left and he closed the door. I kept replaying the scene over in my head over and over again throught my walk home, it didn't seem fathomable that a complete stranger would ask me out, but hey, maybe it will work out in the end, who knows. I'll have to wait for Saturday.

Sorry if any parts were confusing and sorry that it is on the long, but hopefully you guys enjoyed. Also sorry if Matt is a little out of character, there aren't many good works of him out there. Anyhow, than you for reading and there might possibly be a part two, I'm not sure yet, let me know if you guys do want a part two. Until next time.