Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

2pCanada x Shy!Pudgy!M Reader: A Night Under the Stars

"M-Ma... Matt!" You squeaked when the ridged Canadians arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his broad chest. Matt chuckled as he brushed his cold lips against your ear, nipping at your earlobe. You shiver, your nails lightly digging into the blanket your were holding. Matt chuckled, moving to rest his chin atop your head with ease. You were only able to stand there, frozen in embarrassment as you felt the Canadians heart pound against your back.

"You got the inside of the tent set up pretty quick… Looks comfy. But I'm still going to use you as a pillow." Matt hummed, looking around at the rather comfortable looking interior. You swallow lightly and nod, staying quiet. You could hear your heart pulsing loudly in your ears. He just loved to embarrass you, doesn't he?

You had packed most of the blankets and pillows you and Matt used at home. This was your first time camping so you wanted to make sure you were as comfortable as possible. Though you couldn't bring the mattress from home, you managed to convince Matt to buy an expensive air mattress. Fearing that the twined sized one he had would bust under the weight being put on it, you not being the lightest person on earth.

But Matt loved your cushiony, pudgy body and would punish you each time you put yourself down. You didn't want him doing that on the trip of someone might report a murder from all the screaming coming from the middle of the woods. You would definitely die from embarrassment of that happened.

Matt chuckled gruffly, squeezing you tighter as his large hands found your love handles. You could feel him grin as he massaged them, your blush spreading. He hummed, placing soft kisses along your neck. You sighed as you tilted your head a little, your hands squeezing the blanket tighter.

The Canadian smiled a little before pulling away, his warmth leaving you alone to finish setting up the tent. You whine a little, grumbling about the Canadian for being a tease as you as you connected the fan to the extension cord. You were grateful Matt brought the portable generator, though you had to beg for it until he agreed.

With that you took a step back, admiring the good job you had done. You hoped Matthieu would like it. You pulled back the door flap of the tent and peaked out. “Matt, can you tell me if you-...” You stopped yourself mid sentence, eyes widening at the sight you saw.

Matt was busy chopping wood for the fireplace. And he was quite into it. Swinging the axe with a steady pace, easily splitting the logs into two. Sweat glistened down his bare, scarred chest. The red plaid button up he was wearing was now around his waist. But it didn’t hid his rather large bulge from you, his pants looking tighter than normal. He was panting slightly, taking a break to whip his forehead with the back of his hand as he closed his eyes, tilting his head back a bit. Pieces of his long, blonde hair clinging to his face while his curl bobbed in front of your face.

“Ooohh~” You hum with a dazed look on your face, not noticing that your nose was bleeding until you felt it trickle down the corner of your mouth. Your eyes go wide as you turn red, quickly whipping it away. You softly cursed yourself for staring at your godlike Canadian boyfriend. You were still baffled on how you were able to snag the rather grouchy man. But you knew you owed a thank you to Oliver for setting you two up.

Your movement's caught Matt’s attention, the blonde turning to face you. He smirked, setting his axe aside. “What is it _____? Did you not get enough of me early?” He asks, grinning wickedly, chuckling as he watched you pale. He licks his lips playfully before moving, suddenly making his way towards you. Your eyes go wide, panic suddenly spiking inside of you. Your flight instincts kicking in.

You ran back inside the tent, hoping to find someplace inside to escape whatever plan was formulating in Matt's head. And the only place you could think about hiding was in the bed. You dove under the blankets, curling up in a small ball. You were softly panting, your heart beating gently against your ribs. You hear Matt enter the tent.