Let's Go! {Hetalia x Reader One Shots}

🇨🇦Canada x Reader

     Another world meeting. Another day of being ignored by his fellow countries. Canada sat quietly in his chair at the giant table surrounded by his colleagues all discussing and debating together...or trying to stay awake from boredom. Occasionally he would try to insert his opinion but, as always, no one acknowledged that he was even in the room.

Canada sighed and let his eyes scan past each seat until they caught the heart-stopping sight of the woman he'd secretly admired for-what? The last one? two-hundred years.
"(C/n)...she looks bored.  I wonder if she'd notice if I waved at her?" He though to himself.

(C/n) was at the other end of the room, trying to find something to stimulate her mind while the host country moved on to a more boring topic. "Hmmm~ what do I have with me?" She thought as she discretely dug through her purse. "Paper...okay. Is there a pen in here?" She thought right before her fingers padded smooth hard plastic. "Score!"

     (C/n) darted her eyes at the speaker quickly to make sure she wouldn't get caught.  She gathered her find on the table in front of her, hiding it with one arm casually.  "But what can I draw?"

     She was just about to give up hope for some entertainment until she looked off to the side and found just what she needed and immediately went to her doodles.

     "I did it!  I waved at (C/n)!"  Canada bashfully fretted to himself. "I-I think she saw m-me! She's looking ove-w-wait..." His building cheer died down seeing that you had looked back down almost immediately. "I guess not..." He saw that you looked to be doodling on a scrap of paper and assumed that you, like the others were just looking for a way to make the meeting go by faster.

He looked down at his hand hopelessly. "Of course she wouldn't have seen me... no one does." Yeah he was used to being ignored but from you, it really made his heart sore.

"Honhonhon!~" Canada heard the signature titter of his 'papa,' France. He was seated next to (C/n) and blatantly looking over her shoulder at her bored scribbles.
"(C/n), you should 'ave just told me you 'ad a crush on me~ I'm flattered to be your muse~"

     Her head shot up at the man beside her with a red face "W-WHAT?!  I-It's not-" she defended but was interrupted by France.

     "No need to be shy~ it iz a little off but I can help you~ honhonhon~" France continued to flirt but it was all starting to fall into the background as a heart-broken blond sat at the other end of the room.

     Canada just couldn't get it out of his head.  "France?! ...I guess it's not surprising he's always been popular with women. I-I just thought (C/n) was..."  His thoughts paused as he stopped to silently wipe his flooding eyes.

     "UGH!  IF NO ONE IS PAYING ATTENTION, MEETING OVER!" The host finally caught on that it was useless to continue and dismissed the meeting.  At this, everyone started filing out of the room.  (C/n) being dragged out against her will with France...and Canada lingering behind.

     After the room, and Canada's eyes, cleared, he miserably stood to leave. "I guess I just have to give up... I never should have thought that she could like me..." 

     Dragging his feet, he saw that the paper that you drew France on was still on the table. "She left it behind... should I return it?"  He almost didn't want to look but just had to. He was sure seeing the evidence would hurt him more and erase all hope for you liking him back but he still wanted to do the kind thing and return your property.

     He slowly reached out and lifted the paper. "..." He froze and felt a shocking warmth light him up. "T-This is...

"...m-me?!"

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