...The Left Path. As she took her first step onto the path she had chosen, the other path's color seemed to fade a bit. But not enough to where she would lose sight of it. The paths would always run parallel to each other and she would always love both of the paths, but her heart had chosen. This was the right path for her.
She became overwhelmed by a great, bright light.
She woke with a start. She looked around to see she was no longer on the couch, but in her own bed. Her room. Matthew and Alfred must have carried her there.
She stretched her arms and cracked her back and started to slide out of bed. Her feet met the cold floor and she shivered. She reached over to her dresser, pulled out a pair of red socks, and slipped them onto her feet.
She got out of bed and approached the nearest window. She wiped away some of the fog the cold weather had caused to form, and looked out at the surrounding houses and ground all covered in perfectly white snow. It was a wonderfully beautiful winter day. Everything was back to normal. Except one thing would soon have to change.
She wished she could have lived as she did before all of these feelings arose, but she could not deny the way she felt, she had made her choice. The Left Path. She had chosen the Left Path and she knew deep within that this was the path she was always meant to take.
She walked over to the other side of the room, to the door. She was scared to leave her room because she knew once she left there would be no going back. But she couldn't stay locked in her room forever, so she turned the knob and pushed the door open.
As she stepped into the hallway she heard another door creak open. She turned her head to see Alfred walking out of his room with a big yawn. He turned his head drowsily, but when he saw her he immediately perked up. He ran over to her and lifted her with a great hug. (Y/N) let out a cough as the air was squeezed out of her. Alfred let her down gently.
"Good Morning (Y/N)!" he said energetically.
"Good Morning Alfred" she said with a smile.
"I... well I guess we never really asked of you were okay last night... Soooo... are you?"
(Y/N) let out a little giggle. "Yeah I'm fine... I'm fine because I'm home... With my two favourite people in the world."
Alfred smiled big after that last comment. "That's great! Come on, let's go get you some breakfast."
Alfred led (Y/N) downstairs to the kitchen where Matthew was cooking pancakes. He looked up when he heard them and smiled, mostly at (Y/N). "Good Morning," he said in his normal soft tone, "Are you feeling okay?" (Y/N) nodded, "Better than ever." Matthew laughed a bit. "That's wonderful."
The three of them sat and ate a wonderful breakfast together. (Y/N) apologised for overreacting and running off, while the brothers apologised for fighting as well... as well as what else they may have done to frighten her off.
(Y/N) sighed and put down her fork. "That's... actually what I wanted to talk to you two about" she said shyly, "About what happened that night..."
"(Y/N) Alfred didn't mean to what he said to me," Matthew responded.
"Yeah... I was just... worried... scared..." Alfred continued.
"No... not that... the... other things that happened that night."
The brothers looked at each other confusedly. "What do you mean?" They both asked.
(Y/N) covered her mouth with her jacket sleeve, a gesture that, once again, someone was able to recognise.
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Canada x Shy! Reader x America
Fanfiction(Y/N) was always a shy girl. She would always push the world away, fearing what would happen if she let people affect her. That is untill one day, she meets a a shy boy named Matthew. Soon after she becomes friends with Matthew, she meets his outgoi...
