My exchange love triangle | 2p Canada x reader x 2p America |

Chapter 2

The plane touched down in California and I went to collect my bag. I went through passport control and walked out to where I was meant to meet Al. I was so excited and nervous.

I looked around the busy airport. There was so many people around and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to find him. As I looked around I saw the familiar brown bomber jacket and reddish-brown hair. From the photo. The boy turned and saw me. He was even more hotter in real life. He smirked and walked over to me.

"Hey dollface. You're (Y/n)?" He said with an attractive American accent.

"Yes, nice to meet you. Al right?" I asked as his smirk got wider.

"Glad to see you got my little email. I felt so nerdy after that. Who the actual fuck sends emails?"

"Swear Jar young man!" A British accent yelled from behind Al. Al sighed and pulled a dollar out of his collar.

A man who looked around his late 30s or early 40s came speed walking towards us. He had pinkish ginger hair with massive eyebrows to match. He wore a blue shirt with a pink and white checked vest over the top. To match was a pink bow tie, pink trousers and blue suede shoes. He approached us holding a jar labelled Swear Jar which was already halfway full of dollars. Al dropped the dollar in and took my case.

"Dad this is (Y/n), (Y/n) this is my dad, Oliver."Oliver shook my hand.

"Pleasure to meet you, love. You can just call me Ollie."

"Pleasure is all mine, Ollie. You don't have to carry my case, Al. I can do it."

"Ollie told me to act like a gentleman in front of a lady so that's what I'm doing."

We started walking when Ollie looked around.

"Where did Francois and Matthew go?" Al stopped and looked around. I stopped too and looked over to Al.

"Who are they?"

"Francois is my step-dad. Matt is my step-brother."

I hummed in response and turned suddenly when Ollie took off running. I looked over at the sudden Englishman with surprise.

"Francois!" He yelled and tackled a man in a purple shirt. Al covered his mouth to stifle a laugh and I had to do the same.

"Stop that." The man yelled in a French accent. He stood up and helped Ollie up. The man was wearing a purple shirt with suit trousers. His shoes were something a business man would wear. His limp, blond hair fell down to his shoulders and he looked very tired and pissed off. A lit cigarette was dangling from his lip.

"Where's Matthew?" Asked Ollie.

"Right here." A voice said from behind me and Al. I jumped and turned around. A boy around the same age as us was stood behind us. He wore a red flannel shirt with a white top underneath. He wore black jeans with rips in and brown winter boots. His blond hair came down to his shoulders with a massive curl. He looked bored out of his mind.

"That's everyone. Can we go already?" Al whined and tried to walk off but Ollie grabbed him.

"No. We need to introduce (Y/n) and take a picture." All the boys apart from Ollie sighed and Ollie pulled Francois and Matthew towards me. Al just watched in amusement.

"(Y/n), this is my husband Francois and my other son Matthew. Francois, Matthew, this is (Y/n), Al's exchange."

"Step son" Matthew clarified

I smiled. Any idiot could tell you that they were related. Francois had the same hair style and colour as Matthew but without the curl. He also had a bored expression.