Babysitter Duty (Hetalia/Nekotalia X Reader)

Canada Cat

...Matthew. Aw, he's cute! You thought. "Hi there, Matthew. I'm (y/n)!" You told him, sitting down. He had a surprised look on his face, quickly replaced with happiness as he bounded over to you. "You're so sweet!" You said, scratching behind his ears and avoiding his curl. He was mostly a light tan color, with a fluffy light brown collar of fur and tail. He had circular markings around his eyes that resembled glasses. He was really soft, and his ribbon looked like the Canadian flag. "How is it that a cute cat like yourself is causing all this trouble?" You asked, and he meowed apologetically. "Ah, it's no problem." You said, petting him. He really was sweet, and you didn't think you had the heart to leave him here. You picked him up, opening the door. "Mind if I take him home?" You asked Abby. "Well that was quick. Sure, if you don't think he's gonna cause too much trouble." She replied. "I'm sure it'll be fine. He's really sweet, I wonder where he came from?" You said, walking to the waiting room. "I'll give you a lift, alright?" Abby said, and you got into her truck. She drove you home, and you put your bike in the garage and waved goodbye. You took Matthew inside, setting him on the floor. "I think it's time for breakfast, don't you think?" You asked him, and he meowed happily. He was very quiet, and you guessed that was as loud as he was going to get. You opened your cabinets, finding a box of pancake mix. "Score!" You said, pulling it out and setting it on the counter. You heard Matthew meow, and you saw him looking hopefully at the box. "You want some?" You asked him, and he meowed again. You didn't see any reason not to let him have any, so you made pancakes for the both of you. At one point he jumped up on the counter, watching you flip them. You had a bunch of them piled on a plate, but when you reached for a bottle of maple syrup, you found that you didn't have any. "Darn it! I knew I should've checked to see if I had any!" You said. You slipped you shoes back on and grabbed your wallet. "I'll be back in a few minutes, Matthew. I can't believe I don't have any maple syrup..." You muttered. You went out to the garage, getting on your bike and riding down to the store. Thank goodness they were open this early.

Canada's POV

As (y/n) left, I hopped off the counter. I still couldn't believe that she noticed me, because people always mistake me for my brother, Alfred. I started worrying about whether or not she still would when she got back, but shook away those thoughts. (Y/n) isn't going to forget me. She's gone through all this trouble of taking care of me. I thought. She was one of the nicest people I've met, and she wasn't loud or obnoxious like Alfred. Truth be told, I didn't think it was possible to have a quiet American. I started thinking about what was going to happen to her once the spell wore off. I didn't want her to freak out and hurt herself. What am I going to do? I can already feel it wearing off! Maybe she'll let me explain it to her. I'm sure she will.

(Y/n)'s POV

You finally got home, sighing in relief. You had gotten at least three bottles of syrup, so something like this wouldn't happen again. You honestly didn't expect many people at the store, but there were a few that probably could've waited until later. While you were there, you ran into an obviously tired Brit, who was asking if you've seen someone. He said he was wearing a red hoodie and glasses, with shoulder-length blond hair with a curl. You said you haven't seen anyone like that, so which he said a few swear words under his breath and walked over to someone else. Some people. But it wouldn't hurt to keep an eye out. You thought. As you reheated the pancakes in the oven, you started wondering where Matthew had gone. "Hey Matthew! I'm home!" You called. No reply. Wonder where he's gone off to... You thought, kicking off you shoes and looking around. The door to the stairs was shut, so he couldn't be upstairs. So was the door to the basement, so he couldn't be down there either. Your last option was the living room, so you checked in there. You squeaked in surprise when you saw someone sitting there, and he looked just as surprised to see you. "I-I can explain, (y/n)." He said before you could say anything. He was awfully quiet, and you didn't think he was going to get any louder. He looked familiar, and he actually fit the description of the person that Brit was looking for. "Wait a sec...Matthew?" You asked, and there might as well have been a giant question mark floating above your head. "It's a long story, eh." He replied sheepishly. You sighed, deciding that it was too early to try to understand this. You sat down next to him, giving him your attention. "Go ahead and tell me everything. I've got all morning." You said, a half-smile creeping across your face. He told you everything, about how Arthur, who was apparently the Brit you had met earlier, accidentally cast a spell on him. Neither of you had any idea how he wound up at the shelter, but you were glad he did. You really liked him, and even though you had actually just met him, you felt like you could trust him. His story almost made you forget something very important. "Hey, we still have pancakes to eat, and I just bought three bottles of maple syrup. Come on!" You said, pulling him up. Thank goodness you made so many, since he really liked pancakes. He nearly empties your bottle of syrup, too. You didn't mind, though. That's why you bought three of them. "So when do you think we should find your friend Arthur?" You asked once the two of you were done. "I'm sure he can wait a little longer, eh." He replied. You smiled, glad that you could spend more time with your new friend.