Random x Reader One Shots

8- Canada x Reader

((A/N: THIS SUCKS SO BAD OMFG. SOME PARTS ARE IN FRENCH, SO I HOPE MY FRENCH IS OKAY. I USED GOOGLE TRANSLATE (WHOOPS). ENJOY? THIS IS REALLY BAD, SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK~ ALSO, THIS WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE AN AMERICA X READER, BUT IT SOMEHOW TURNED INTO THIS PIECE OF SHIT SOOOO))

You sat at the table in your friend Canada's house, typing away at your laptop. He had invited you over to hangout. He was in the shower right now, so you were free to do whatever you wanted. His bear, Kumojiro, sat across from you at the small table. It was almost Matthew's birthday, so you were scrolling through different gift ideas. You found one that looked good. You turned your laptop around so Kumo could see it.

"What about this?" you asked him.

"No way, eh!" he said, shaking his furry head.

"Hmmm... Fine," you replied, going back to scrolling. You heard footsteps coming down the stairs, so you quickly closed out of the tab. Canada walked into the kitchen, wearing his blue flannel and maple leaf pajama pants. 

"Mornin' (Y/N)," he said, opening the cupboards to get out pancake ingredients.

"Morning Matthew. Do you want any help?" you asked, closing your laptop.

"No, it's fine," he replied, beginning to mix things together.

"I'm gonna go take a shower then," you said, grabbing your laptop and standing up.

"Okay."

You went upstairs, getting the shower ready. You took your clothes off, leaving you in your underwear and bra. You were about to take your undergarments off when you heard a crash downstairs. Not bothering to put your shirt or pants back on, you rushed downstairs to see what happened.

"What's going on? Are you alright Matthew?" you called, sliding into the kitchen. Canada was laying on the ground face down, covered in pancake batter. Standing over him and laughing was his brother, America. You had never really met him, but you had heard of him before. You rushed over to help Canada. You kneeled down next to him, checking to see if he was okay.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said lifting his head to glare at his brother. The laughing stopped. You glanced up at America, who was staring at you, his mouth agape. 

"Mattie, I didn't know you had a girlfriend! And she's hot too, nice job!" America said, wiping away an invisible tear from under his eye.

"For the love of Maple," he muttered as you helped him up. "I don't have a girlfriend." He still hadn't noticed that you were in only your underwear.

"Then who's this?" America asked, pointing at you as his eyes fell on your chest. Canada glanced at you, finally realizing that you were almost completely naked.

"Maple!" he 'swore', taking off his flannel and handing it to you to cover up, leaving him in a tight red t-shirt.  "Sorry you had to meet my brother this way, eh," he said, giving you an apologetic smile. 

"It's alright."

"So she's not your girlfriend?" America butt in.

"NO!" you both said in unison.

"We're just friends," you sighed, pulling the flannel tighter around you.

"Then why are you almost completely naked?" 

"I was going to take a shower before I was rudely interrupted," you spat.

"Nice Canadian flag underwear," he replied, sticking his tongue out at you as he held his phone in hand. You looked down and realized that you were in fact wearing your Canadian underwear. You pulled the flannel down in embarrassment. He glanced at his phone, laughing.