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Happy New Year! - Canada x Reader

The second part to the Christmas Canada x Reader! :D

Feeling the wind through your hair made a large rush of adrenaline flow through your veins. You could feel your toes and fingertips tingle in anticipation and excitement. With your arm outside the window, thoughts of bright colors exploding in the night sky filled your mind. Just thinking of it made your lips spread into a grin uncontrollably. You balled your hands into tight fists, with your knuckles turning pale, just to make sure you hadn’t lost feeling in them.

“You seem excited,” commented Alfred from the driver’s seat.

You smiled even more. “I am! This is the first New Year’s with you guys!”

Alfred chuckled, and Matthew smiled from the passenger’s seat. You couldn’t help but imagine how the night would pan out. The five of you – Alfred, Matthew, Arthur, Peter, and yourself – atop the highest hill in town, setting off rockets and sparklers and watching other rockets being fired in the distance. Thinking of counting down to one and finally getting your first New Year’s kiss made chills run down your spine. Just the thought of Matthew’s thin lips against yours once more made you crave it and your lips tingle. You squealed quietly in your seat, wiggling your arms and legs like a girl who’s just met her favorite celebrity.

“Now you seem extremely excited, ( f/n ),” Alfred commented again. 

“Thanks for pointing that out, Captain Obvious,” you retorted.

“Don’t you mean Captain America?” Alfred asked obliviously.

You chuckled and decided not to argue. When you noticed you had arrived at the fireworks stand, you practically jumped out of your seat and bolted out the car. Thank goodness you still had your seatbelt on.

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The darkness enveloped the car and everyone inside long ago. The radio quietly hummed with songs that had become hits over the year. At that moment, Counting Stars by OneRepublic had started playing, and you hummed along with the song, occasionally singing the lyrics. The song only made you more excited for the events that would come next.

You already had dinner with your new family, and in the trunk of the car was a picnic basket and blanket for if any of you got hungry. But hunger was far from your mind. Thoughts of fireworks lighting up the night sky and sparklers in your hand raced through your head. The infamous count down – voices booming, counting from five seconds to the start of the new year – echoed in your head. And most importantly, you could already feel the pair of soft, smiling lips against yours that you longed for since the last time you kissed them, which was not long ago.

The five of you – Alfred, Matthew, Arthur, Peter, and you – had then arrived to the hill, which you hadn’t noticed because your mind was busy running wild with imagination. Multiple times hands were waved in front of your eyes and your name called, but all attempts to snap you out of your dream state were futile. Finally growing impatient, Arthur decided to pinch your arm rather harshly. You certainly woke, but he decided to wake you in the worst possible way because you were quite pissed.

“What the hell, Arthur?!” You shouted but not loud enough that it became deafening. 

Arthur shrugged with a slight smirk pulling at his lips. “Needed to snap you out of it.”

After his little remark, you opened the car door, slamming it closed, because you didn’t want to argue with him on the eve of a new year. Everyone followed suit, Matthew, specifically, following you to where you were sitting – the part of the hill where you could see the town in all of its shining glory. You didn’t turn to face him when he sat next to you; you only hugged your knees closer to yourself. You then took a deep breath.

“Could you tell Arthur I’m sorry?” You whispered to the Canadian next to you. You didn’t see it, but his lips curled into a small smile. 

“Arthur,” Matthew called to the Brit. “( f/n ) says she’s sorry.”

Arthur sighed, realizing he should apologize as well. “I, too, am sorry.”

“Well, now you know not to pinch me next time,” you chuckled, turning to face him, who was standing behind you. You motioned for Alfred, Peter, and Arthur to sit with you and Matthew.

Ten minutes before midnight, with the picnic blanket under the lot of you and the basket near, everyone gathered close. Alfred popped open the champagne and poured glasses for everyone except Peter. On a special occasion like this, you thought it’d be okay to drink just a little. It was the same with Matthew. Peter threw a tempter tantrum, though, since he wasn’t allowed any alcohol. 

“I prepared for this,” Alfred said, pulling out a bottle of non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice from the basket.

And once again, Peter whined, saying he didn’t want to be treated like a kid. He also certainly didn’t want any type of grape juice, no matter how many times Alfred claims it tastes delicious. You all shared a laugh, except Arthur because he was the one to shut the kid up, but after, he cracked a smile. And you all sat there passing the ten minutes – Alfred lit the sparklers you were oh-so excited about earlier, Arthur went to take a leak behind a tree, Peter was on phone blogging about the event, and you and Matthew were hand in hand, lying and staring up at the stars.

You couldn’t have wished for anything better. Nothing could compare to being with your new family for the new year, even if they were all a bunch of obnoxious (in their own ways) idiots; you were happy. Checking the time on a New Year countdown app, you saw that it was only sixty seconds until 2014. Your grip on Matthew’s hand tightened until your knuckles turned pale.

You stood, taking your new boyfriend up with you. You called to the others, telling them they had about thirty seconds left. Quickly walking to them on the checkered blanket, you took another look at your phone, seeing that ten seconds remained. Seeing that made your face lit up, or at least that was what they told you after the new year came.

Five seconds remained.

Five…

Four... 

Three…

Two…

“ONE!” You all cheered, throwing your hands up 

You quickly turned to Matthew, took his face into your hands, and smashed your lips onto his. With fireworks going off in the background and lighting up the black sky, the kiss felt fierier and more electrifying than any firework imaginable. It grew more passionate as seconds ticked by, and his tongue eventually began probing at your bottom lip. You gladly allowed him in, his tongue in turn dancing with yours.

The two of you quickly pulled apart, sucking in as much air as you could. Panting to regain breath, your eyes met – ( e/c ) peering into violet – and you smiled. He returned the smile and wrapped his arms around you, bringing you in close to him. With your ear pressed against his chest, you could hear his heart skip a beat after every loud firework went off and exploded in the sky in bright colors. You held onto that infamous red sweater he’d always wear in any attempt to listen to his heart more.

“I love you, ( f/n ),” you heard Matthew mumble despite the deafening mix of his heartbeat and the thundering of the fireworks.

“I love you too,” you whispered back, getting up on your tip-toes and softly pressing your lips to his.