Hetalia Lemons (RECONSTRUCTED EDITION)

Canada x Reader

Kinks: Facials, dom/submissive, serious cuddling, slight MD/LB

This winter night was like any other in Canada. It was genuinely freezing, something you weren't used to at all. The temperatures which seemed to frequently drop below zero in the coldest of months were something your husband, Matthew, was native to. He didn't mind the blanketing snow by any means. You, on the other hand, had never had that many experiences with snow, nothing at all like he had.

He was your knight in shining armor when it came to this type of weather, always there to cuddle you, give you warm beverages of your choice (sometimes he'd surprise you), or to give you a sweater or flannel of his for safekeeping. Whenever winter was about to roll around, he always offered to take you shopping for wool coats, rain jackets, turtlenecks, the whole nine yards of winter essentials. His love was truly one of the best forms of warmth he could possibly bestow upon you. Of course, twas the season of giving, but wasn't it always so when you dated a man like Matthew Williams? He absolutely thrived when it came to giving gifts.

"I suppose we've gotten enough Christmas decorations during these three years, eh?", he asked, gazing at the real fir tree, the wreath above the mantle, the candles at either side, the garland which draped from it so carefully in place, and the vases of red and white tulips.

"Better totally festive than absolutely never.", you responded, smiling at him as his eyes had a childlike glow to them.

He grasped for your hand, allowing his fingers to lace with yours.

"You're the best for letting me go all out this time."

You had no idea how you could've snagged a better guy than this. You kissed his cheek and placed your fingers on his jaw. Babying him was a genuine favorite of yours. Where others forgot him altogether, you gave him the world and placed him as your top priority. He was your sweet little boy, and you cherished him through and through.

"You're such a good little boy Mattie."

"Yes ma'am. Always for you."

You walked him to the sofa, getting a quilt ready and rearranging the pillows so you could both cuddle for the sake of physical warmth and the usual bonding. You held the quilt open, letting him snuggle his way under it and become attached to you. He found himself in a good position, spooning your side, resting his head on your bosom (no matter how flat it may be, a good partner will appreciate any bosom), and his arm around you. He let out a sigh, beginning to breathe deeply, almost as if to try and sleep. You began petting his fluffy blond hair, sometimes playing with the curl.

"I love you so much.", he said against your breasts.

"I love you too handsome. How was your day and why?", you asked.

Despite the both of you having been living together for three years, married for one of them, spending almost everyday together, you still felt courteous enough to ask him how his day was. His comfort with you was unmatched to anyone else, but even still, he maintained trouble opening up to you or anyone at all. This gave you the idea to ask him about his day periodically, asking why it was how it was. In doing this, he found himself able to open up a little more, having been prompted to explain why. To be all ears for him helped more than you would ever know.

"Well, it was really nice. I got to decorate with you. I really loved the coffee you brewed this morning by the way. It wasn't ungodly strong like what Alfred drinks. So yeah...", he trailed off.

You smiled worriedly.

"Baby, what else is there?"

He sat up, looking you in the eyes.