Hetalia Kisses!! (slowly updating again c: )

Shy! Reader X 2p! Canada

Requested by @LucyHeartfillia2!! My 2p is actually one of 2p Canada's friends, and I had to interview her about him!! Until she hit me with a plate and I was forced off of her property... XD

~ Günther is 2p! Prussia. Allen is 2p! America and Vladimir is just Romania


"Why can't you say anything to me? Huh? TALK YOU STUPID GIRL!!" Günther pushed you around.

"Please stop!!" You said.

"And it speaks!!" He teased, shoving you to the ground, then grabbing the collar of your shirt and pulling you up, drawing a fist back in a punching position.

You closed your eyes and turned away, preparing for the pain, but it never came.

"Hey!!" Günther suddenly exclaimed, dropping you.

You looked up and saw another man, with blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and a weird curl. He was wearing a red themed yet dark outfit, with a bit of a handsome stubble on his chin, beating the shit out of Günther.

Günther punched the handsome yet scary stranger in the cheek, which didn't affect him, just made him angrier.

The stranger sneered and swung his fist at your bullies nose, and it cracked and started gushing blood.

You gasped, cupping a hand over your mouth as you watched everything happen just a few feet from you.

Günther clutched his nose and scrambled to his feet and ran away from there like a bat out of hell.

The stranger laughed then looked down at you, his face going flat.

He held out a hand to help you up, and you debated whether or not to trust him, since that was the hand he just broke somebody's nose with.

You reached up shakily and took his hand, and he pulled you up.

"Hey, I'm Matt. Who are you?"

You stayed quiet, shuffling your feet as you looked down.

"Are you not gonna say anything? I just saved your ass and you can't even say thank you?" He exclaimed, sliding on a pair of sunglasses and looking at you.

"Alright fine." He started walking away, but you grabbed his hand.

"Wait.." You muttered.

He turned to face you, smirking. "Eh?"

"I'm (Y/N).. thank you a lot.." You said, finally gaining some confidence and talking to Matt.

He slung an arm around your shoulders.

"Does that douche bother you a lot?" He asked, walking into the school you guess you both attend.

You nodded.

You had been outside during lunch and then Günther came and started messing with you, and now lunch is over, and other people were leaving a big aisle for the two of you as you walked down the hallways.

Matt just smirked darkly. People respected him enough to know to get the hell out of his way.

......what has he done to people to earn that respect?

"Hey!!" A person you knew named Vladimir said to Matt, nodding once before passing the two of you.

"Sup." Matt responded.

"Mattie!! Yo, who's the chick?" Allen came up to the two of you, his sunglasses perched on the top of his head.

"This is (Y/N), she's a'ight. A bit shy though, but pretty, nonetheless." Matt told him. You blushed lightly.

Allen smirked. "Hi." He said, patting the top of your head.

You smiled at him softly.

"See ya around, (Y/N). Bye Mattie." Allen fist-bumped Matt then continued walking.

The bell rung, but Matt made no move to go to class.

"Uhh Matt, I need to go to class.." You said, looking up at his face.

"No you don't, ditch with me." He suggested.

"I've never ditched before.." You told him.

The hallways began to clear, and panic rose in your chest. You've never ditched class before... what if you were caught or something?

"It's okay, c'mon, let's go before the guard dogs sweep through.." He started walking towards an exit.

"Guard dogs?" You repeated, your voice so low it's almost a whisper.

He nodded, looking down both hallways before walking into a stairwell, pulling you with him. "Teachers."

You nodded in return, watching his lavender eyes as they scoped his surroundings, before heading down the stairwell and eventually outside.

You walked into the parking lot, where he broke from you and lit a cigarette, heading towards his car, a flashy black Maserati. You both got in.

"Let's go get some ice cream." He said, starting his car, driving away from the school.

You laughed to yourself.

"What's so funny?" He grunted.

"Ice cream, we ditched school to get ice cream!" You laughed some more.

He rolled his eyes, turning on the radio.

"You're insecure, don't know what for, you're turning heads when you-"

"Shit!" He exclaimed, changing the station quickly.

"You don't like One Direction?" You asked him.

"Hell no." He said, bobbing his head along to the heavy metal playing from the radio on the new station.

"Oh, that's cool."

He pulled up to an ice cream parlor, where you both went in.

He looked so glad to be there, and told you about all of the flavors being served with a huge smile on his face. You smiled back.

You both got vanilla ice cream with sprinkles, a classic, and Matt wanted the two of you to sit outside. So you did.

"It's cold out here.." You shivered, licking your ice cream.

"Here." Matt took off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders.

"Thanks.." You whispered.

Why was he being so nice to you? He obviously scares the shit out of everybody else.. but you had actually grown quite fond of him.

"(Y/N) do you like me?" He asked suddenly, and you dropped your ice cream on the ground in surprise.

"Shit!!" You shrieked.

Matt smirked. "You've been picking up my language, I like it."

You smiled at him in a teasing manner. But you remember his question, and looked away from him and blushed.

"(Y/N).." His voice had dropped down to more of a seductive whisper.

You turned to look at him. He was leaning over the table, and his face was mere centimeters from yours.

You were frozen in place. He smirked once more and closed the gap between you two in a passionate kiss.