Hetalia x Reader Songfics

American Girl - Canada

American Girl

I fell in love in a 7-11 parking lot,
Sat on the curb drinking Slurpees we mixed with alcohol.
We talked about all our dreams and how we would show 'em all.

She was beautiful. At least as far as Matthew could see.

He and his brother Alfred and gone to 7-11 to pick up some ice for their parents. Apparently their cooler was running low. That was when Matthew saw her.

She had red high tops tied messily on her feet. She wore ripped jeans, a dark t-shirt, and a flannel shirt tied around her waist. The girl had (h/l) (h/c) hair and beautiful (e/c) eyes. She sat on the curb as though she was waiting for someone.

Alfred followed his line of vision before he snorted and patted his brother on the back. "Tough luck, bro. That's (Y/F/N). She goes to our school. No matter how hard anyone tries, she won't go on a date with anyone."

Alfred patted Matthew again before shooting him an earsplitting grin, "I'll tell mom and dad that you wanted to do something in town. Go get 'em, tiger."

Matthew took a deep breath and walked back into the 7-11. He walked out a few minutes later with a Slurpee in each hand and sat next to the girl on the curb.

I told him I got a plan and I'm gonna dominate,
And I don't any man to be getting in my way.
But if you talk with your hands then we can negotiate.

As the footsteps behind her grew louder, (Y/N) turned around to see a blond guy walking towards her with a Slurpee in each hand. He sat down on the curb next to her and handed her one before taking a sip of his own.

The boy smiled at her and said, "I'm Matt. You're (Y/N), right?" She took a loud sip of the Slurpee he brought her and smirked at him, "Yeah. I've seen you around school." She frowned at the slushy drink as though the flavor was just registering with her. She pointed to it with a raised eyebrow, "How'd you know my favorite flavor?"

Matt shrugged, "You just seemed like a (f/f) kinda girl." (Y/N) gave him a genuine smile before waggling her eyebrows at him and bringing out a six-pack of Heineken from behind her back. She opened the tops of both of their Slurpees and poured a bottle into each. Matt frowned at her, "That's illegal. We're not twenty-one yet."

(Y/N) put the top back on the Slurpee and took a long sip, "It's more fun that way."

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Fifteen minutes and two bottles later, (Y/N) was half drunk and grinning madly at Matt. "I've got so much to do, Mattie! I'm gonna see the world, bartend in Barcelona, use the wrong verbs in Paris, and get charged double in Moscow! I ain't got time for romance!"

Matt smiled at her fondly, slightly more sober than she. She elbowed him in the side and muttered, "Are you good with your hands?" He shrugged and said, "I suppose." She waggled her eyebrows at him.

"I guess I could make an exception for you. But if you're good with your hands, then you need to please."

I'll just keep moving my body,
I'm always read to party,
No I don't listen to mommy,
And I'll never say that I'm sorry.

Matthew, like a proper gentleman, escorted (Y/N) home. As the walk back progressed, she began to sober up a bit. As her sobriety increased, so did Matthew's confidence.

At her doorstep, he spun her towards him and said, "Be my date to my brother's homecoming party." She grinned at him and said, "Woah! Where'd all this confidence come from?"

He rubbed the back of his neck and explained to her that his brother was the quarterback of the football team and he was throwing this massive homecoming party for senior year. Matthew wasn't originally going to go, but he'd be willing to if (Y/N) came with him.