2p!Canada x Reader Shorts and Stuff

2p!FACE x Reader: Meet the Family

It was a sunny afternoon where (f/n) (l/n) was. She was at Yale University, majoring in (major), minoring in (two minors).
(F/n) was in the dining hall, slowly eating her salad, playing with the business card in her fingers. It was from two modeling agents she had met the day before. They asked her if she was interested in taking up the job of a model. She had no idea and said she would call their number by the next week if she was interested. (F/n) wasn't surprised some modeling agents had found her, she was gorgeous. But she has many plans for when she graduated college in two years. She would have to talk to her dad, Arthur. Her best friend (bf/n), who was at (college), said she should be a model.
(F/n) was brought from her thoughts as her friend (2p/n) sat down next to her, a plate of spaghetti was set on the table.
"You should do it." (2p/n) said.
"..I don't know. I want to, but this would jeopardize all my future plans." (F/n) said and put the card in her pocket.
"Well anyway, do you wanna meet my family?" (2p/n) asked.
"Those weirdos you talk about?" (2p/n) nodded. "Why?"
"Why not? I told them about you and they seem interested. Pleeeeaassse?" (2p/n) gave her puppy dog eyes. (F/n) sighed.
"Fine."
"Yay! Oh, we're gonna have so much fun!" (2p/n) hugged (f/n) tightly. (F/n) rolled her eyes.

Later that day, (f/n) and (2p/n) arrived at her family's large house.
"You ready?" (2p/n) asked. "Don't be nervous."
"I wasn't nervous in the first place."
"I know who you'll get along with." (2p/n) smirked and used her key to unlock the door. "Hey family! That girl I told you about is here!" (2p/n) exclaimed. Soon enough (f/n) saw someone come from the kitchen. He had pale skin with freckles, pinkish hair, and the bluest of blue eyes. He walked over to (f/n).
"Oh, hello darling! You must be (f/n)." He had a British accent and looked a lot like her own father.
"That's me-" Oliver hugged her tightly, pulling away some time later.
"(2p/nickname), you didn't tell me she was this gorgeous! Oh! Where are my manners. I'm Oliver, (2p/n) dad. You can call me Ollie."
"O-okay. It's nice to meet you." (F/n) said.
"The boys are going to love you! Francois, come meet (2p/n) friend!" Oliver started heading up the stairs.
"He's...Interesting." (F/n) said.
"Yep, that's my daddy." (2p/n) said proudly.
"You look nothing alike but act so similar."
"I'm daddy's favorite." (2p/n) giggled. (F/n) nodded. She then saw a boy come from the hallway. He had tan skin, red eyes, and auburn hair.
"Allen, meet my friend, (f/n)." (2p/n) said.
"Don't call me that. And 'sup dollface?" Al nodded at (f/n).
"Um...Hi. Nice to meet you." Al walked over to (f/n), getting way too close for comfort.
"You can call me Al. And I must say, you are fucking sexy. I'll call you Sugar Tits." Al stated. (F/n) frowned.
"I'd rather you didn't." (F/n) said but Al didn't seem to hear her.
"So yeah, I'm this bitches little brother. And you...Are gorgeous." Al smirked.
"I am not that word!" (2p/n) shouted. "Daddy, Al needs to put money in the Swear Jar!" Oliver came running down the stairs.
"What did he say?" Oliver asked.
"The F word and he called me the B word." (2p/n) pouted.
"Allen! Two dollars in the Swear Jar. Now!" Oliver ordered. All rolled his eyes.
"You little-"
"If you call your sister anything else that'll be three dollars." Oliver said. Al threw two dollars from his wallet in the Swear Jar.
(F/n) saw a man coming down the stairs. He had blonde hair that reaches his shoulders, tired violet eyes, and quite a bit of stubble. He looked tired.
"This is my stepdad, Francois." (2p/n) said. "He looks like Francis. And Al looks like Alfred." (F/n) thought.
"....I'd fuck you." Is all Francois said.
"What?" (F/n) (e/c) widened. "He's gotta be at least forty, right? He can't be serious!"
"How much money can you fit in your bra?" Francois asked.
"I- um.."
"Francois don't scare the poor girl already. And that's a dollar in the Swear Jar." Oliver said. Francis grumbled something incomprehensible and tossed a dollar in the jar.
"Hey, isn't there one more of you?" (F/n) asked.
"Yeah. Matt!!! Come down here!!" (2p/n) yelled.
"No!" Matt shouted back.
"Matt Williams! Come downstairs now!" Oliver exclaimed. (F/n) heard a door slam and feet stomping down the stairs.
"What?!" Matt yelled. Oliver smiled.
"Oh, we're so glad you could join us. Meet (f/n), (2p/n) friend from college." Oliver said. "Isn't she pretty?" Matt stared at (f/n).
"Um..Nice to meet you. You must be Francois' son. You both look very much alike." (F/n) greeted. Matt said nothing. Only stared. The room fell into silence and (f/n) felt her cheeks heating up. Matt's sunglasses rested on top of his head. His violet eyes trailed down (f/n) body, resting for a while at places like (f/n) (c/s) breasts and her hips. (F/n) began to regret the white v-neck and short-shorts she chose to wear that day. She felt extremely violated, as if Matt could see straight through her clothes.
"Elle est vraiment chaud n'est pas elle?(1)"
Francois asked.
"Oui, elle est."(2) Matt replied, eyes never leaving (f/n).
"Je parle Français, vous savez."(3) (F/n) said.
"Oh." Matt said. "Well I'm Matt and you're hot."
"Um...thanks." Then a timer went off.
"Oh! Time for dinner!" Oliver announced. The men all filed into the dining room, leaving (2p/n) and (f/n).
"What was with him?" (F/n) asked.
"Who, Matt?"
"Yes! All he did was stare at me." (F/n) whined quietly enough so that the guys couldn't hear her.
"He probably likes you." (2p/n) replied.
"...What?"
"Come on! Let's eat!"

"He can't possibly like me. Right?"

Well that was my first short story in this collection of short stories. I hope you liked it! More to come. I hope I got all the characters down.

(1): She's really hot isn't she?
(2): Yes, she is.
(3): I speak French, you know.
Yeah, I used Google Translate so it may or may not be right:p Probably not though