Hetalia Oneshots

Matthew (Canada) x Reader - Sport

I had never seen him so angry in my life.

No, I wasn't talking about his American brother Alfred, or his brother's English partner Arthur, nor his Cuban friend. No. It was Matt I was talking about.

Matthew. Sweet, loving, caring, adorable Matthew was sitting in front of the TV swearing up a storm as his team missed an open shot at the goal.

"Fucking hosers!" He yelled. "How could they miss such a clear shot! This is bullshit!"

I held back my surprised gasp as he sat back down with a stern frown plastered on his face. He was angry. So fucking angry.

And I was turned on.

I know it's wrong. Believe me, I know it's so... so wrong. But if you could see the facial expression I was seeing, you would understand why I was so attracted to my best friend right now. Well, I had always been attracted to him in a comfortable and friendly way, and I always wondered what it would be like to date the guy, but I never thought of him in a sexual way so I never acted upon it.

"AH shit!!" Matt threw his pretzel at the TV as he sighed in irritation. "Fuck Toronto."

Toronto was my team.

"Matt, I'm right here." I moaned crossing my arms over my chest.

He looked at me for a second, expression softening for a mere moment. "Sorry [Y/N], but you have a fucking shit taste in hockey teams."

Ah fuck.

I blushed profoundly and pulled at my Maple Leafs' jersey. How dare he?! But also, holy shit he looked so serious.

I turned to face the TV as I tried to hide the feeling between my legs. Alfred and Arthur were currently across the room on the other couch, observing the game, as none of Alfred's teams were playing. No, instead of it being Alfred and Matt yelling at one another (Which I never believed until now), it was Matt yelling at the TV and insulting me.

I smiled as he gave his all to the game. It was nice seeing him get so into something, normally he would just blend into the background and fade away, but at this moment he was the centre of attention. So loud and brash, it was as if he was a different person.

"Halftime couldn't come sooner," Arthur mumbled, a little shaken by Matt's enthusiasm. "Your brother sure gets really into this."

"Yeah, Matt loves his hockey." Alfred chuckled, kissing Arthur's cheek.

I blushed as I looked back to the TV. I had been friends with Arthur for years, so seeing him so happy made me happy too. But there was one problem. I made a promise to Arthur that I won't date anyone that Alfred knew, especially his brother. It was a stupid thing to promise him, but back then I didn't know Matt. 

I met Matt once Alfred and Arthur started dating. He was quiet, and I was too, so we became quick friends, however, it wasn't long before I found myself getting attached to him. Really attached. I spent all my time with him, from break and lunch at school, to my university days off.

"Halftime and we are loosing to you guys." Matt huffed. "I can't believe it."

I laughed as I stood up, taking the empty beer cans from the coffee table with me. "Well, I told you we're good."

Matthew laughed softly as he began clearing the empty pizza trays. "I supposed you did, but we're still going to win."

"Sure, Matt." I rolled my eyes and headed into the kitchen

"I'm serious!" He followed me through.

"And just how are you going to win? You're quite a bit behind us." I chuckled, placing the cans in the recycling and opening the fridge.

"By seduction." I heard him whisper as he chucked the stale pizza in the bin and raided the cupboard for crisps.

I physically swallowed as I froze in place. Did Matthew just admit he was trying to seduce me? No, this was Matt, the shy and adorable big brother, he was way too innocent for such dirty thoughts. I must have been imagining it.

I flinched as I felt a hand on my lower back and another wrapping around my stomach.

"How about we skip the rest of the game?" He sounded so innocent, so pure, and yet his intentions were as lewd as Francis. "Don't worry about seeing the end, I can make up or it."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I was dizzy with surprise as I gripped the fridge door for support. 

"Matthew." I moaned, subconsciously leaning back into him. "We can't."

"I know about the promise you made to Arthur." He let me go slightly and stood up straight. "You don't have to keep it you know. Arthur will understand."

"Matt, it's not about Arthur understanding, it's about trust. And he trusted me to keep-"

I was cut off when he spun me around, lifted my chin, and kissed me. Matthew Williams, the man I had swooned after for years, my best friend, was kissing me. 

You know what? Sue me, Arthur. I liked it.

I wrapped my hands around his neck and he lifted me off the ground so he could stand up straight. It was nothing at all like I had expected. I had expected a sweet and charming kiss, but this was beyond my level of expectation. He was running his hands all over my thighs as I wrapped my legs around him, I was pulling at his hair as I got placed on the kitchen counter, and by golly, I have never felt such a rush in my life. Not even watching the game could compare to the exhilaration I felt right then.

I felt as though I was on cloud-fucking-nine.

"I love you." I breathed between kisses. "I've loved you...since we were...kids..."

"I love you too." He responded, kissing my jawline. "Have done...since I... accidentally...saw you...undressing in...your dorm..."

I smiled from ear to ear as those words excite my...er...soul. God, what had I been missing out on all these years? "Fuck the game, Matt." I held his cheeks so he was looking directly at me. "You need to fuck me like you should have done when you saw me in the dorm."

I watched as his face went from aroused to embarrassed a less than a second. "God, why did I tell you that." He covered his face in shame and I giggled.

"I'm so very glad you did." I removed his hands and placed them on my waist. "Kiss me, Matthew." I smiled. "Kiss me like you wanted to that night." My blush spread to my ears when his face changed from cute-Matt to sexual-Matthew, and before I knew it, we were kissing up a storm on the kitchen counter once again. It was going to be one amazing night.

...

"Guys, you're missing the second-." Alfred was cut off by Arthur's hand over his mouth.

"Let's leave them alone, I think I've tortured [Y/N] with my stupid rule long enough." He smirked, pulling Alfred by his jumper's drawstrings back into the living room. "You and I have to go home anyway, we have some things of our own that need sorting."