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"Dude! _______ got Matthew!" Alfred said, confusing everyone. As far as you know, no-one could remember Canada himself, let alone his name. Then again, the chunk of wood in your hand didn't scream Matthew. You expected a maple leaf, or something similar for the quiet, invisible nation.
"Looks like you've got me, eh?" A deep voice spoke. You looked behind you and saw, who you thought was Matthew.
He had the same hair and eyes, and that adorable curl sticking out from his head. But the smirk on his face told you different. He had a lustful look in his eyes and was leaning casually on a hockey stick, which you noticed had had a piece ripped off it.
A pair of goggles sat on his head, the lenses in them a burnt orange. He wore a torn up t-shirt and a leather biker jacket, along with baggy black trousers and what looked like Doc martins. This definitely wasn't the Mattie you knew. HIs violet eyes burned into you as you both walked into the closet, him leaving the hockey stick just outside, leaning it against the wall.
As soon as the door was closed, he attacked your neck, making you yelp. "M-Mattie?! What're you doing?!" You stuttered, blushing and whimpering a little as he nibbled your neck, leaving a few red marks. "What does it look like I'm doing eh?" He asked, smirking at you, before kissing you roughly, surprising you even more. But you didn't mind. You knew the real Matthew would never attempt something like this, so welcomed it. You let your fingers run through his golden locks, smirking a little as you came to the curl. Since he was being rough with you, you'd be rough with him. You yanked on the curl, drawing a groan from him as he bucked into you, making you moan as well. He attacked your neck again, leaving marks on your collarbone as his hands snaked their way up your top, making you squirm as his fingers brushed against the skin. He pushed his fingers underneath your bra and squeezed, making you jump in both pleasure and shock, since his hands were freezing. He bucked into you again, drawing more moans from you as he bit the juncture of your neck harshly.
"Come on dudes! Time u-woah!" Alfred said as he stood there staring. Matthew looked at him, possessiveness flashing in his eyes. He pulled his hands out of your bra and pulled your top back down. He then gave Alfred evils for interuppting him and pulled you out to his car, the both of you getting into the back seat as he attacked your neck once more.
"Looks like you've got me, eh?" A deep voice spoke. You looked behind you and saw, who you thought was Matthew.
He had the same hair and eyes, and that adorable curl sticking out from his head. But the smirk on his face told you different. He had a lustful look in his eyes and was leaning casually on a hockey stick, which you noticed had had a piece ripped off it.
A pair of goggles sat on his head, the lenses in them a burnt orange. He wore a torn up t-shirt and a leather biker jacket, along with baggy black trousers and what looked like Doc martins. This definitely wasn't the Mattie you knew. HIs violet eyes burned into you as you both walked into the closet, him leaving the hockey stick just outside, leaning it against the wall.
As soon as the door was closed, he attacked your neck, making you yelp. "M-Mattie?! What're you doing?!" You stuttered, blushing and whimpering a little as he nibbled your neck, leaving a few red marks. "What does it look like I'm doing eh?" He asked, smirking at you, before kissing you roughly, surprising you even more. But you didn't mind. You knew the real Matthew would never attempt something like this, so welcomed it. You let your fingers run through his golden locks, smirking a little as you came to the curl. Since he was being rough with you, you'd be rough with him. You yanked on the curl, drawing a groan from him as he bucked into you, making you moan as well. He attacked your neck again, leaving marks on your collarbone as his hands snaked their way up your top, making you squirm as his fingers brushed against the skin. He pushed his fingers underneath your bra and squeezed, making you jump in both pleasure and shock, since his hands were freezing. He bucked into you again, drawing more moans from you as he bit the juncture of your neck harshly.
"Come on dudes! Time u-woah!" Alfred said as he stood there staring. Matthew looked at him, possessiveness flashing in his eyes. He pulled his hands out of your bra and pulled your top back down. He then gave Alfred evils for interuppting him and pulled you out to his car, the both of you getting into the back seat as he attacked your neck once more.
Literature
Seven Minutes in Heaven (Canada)
You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a
Little Bottle of Maple Syrup!
"This is actually really cute!" you giggle, fingering the maple leaf pressed into the glass, "Canada, is this yours?"
"Um... ya..." he blushes, stepping towards you.
"I didn't even know you came, bro!" America shouts as Prussia leads you to the closet.
"No matter, even if you just can show up, stay in there for 7 minutes!" Prussia laughs, slamming the door shut.
"I didn't just appear, I came with you, idiot." Canada says. glaring at the door.
"I knew you were here." you said quietly.
"You did?" he turns to face you, violet eyes wide in shock.
"Well, y
Literature
Seven minutes in heaven: Prussia
The name was clear on the paper. Prussia. And wait.. There in the fine print was a short message:
I'm awesome.
You should have seen that coming from the cocky country. But you didn't, and you were suffering for it. You glared at the paper as if that would make it jump out of your hand and stop being reality. When it didn't happen your shoulders dropped and you turned to the others. America was grinning, and he was lucky you didn't know that. You'd knock that grin right off of his face.
"Prussia," you said to all of the others. Prussia looked at you, eyebrows raised, before turning away for a few moments. Things were whispered to hi
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Shoveling: 2p!Canada x Reader
Warning: I swear. Do I even have to say that anymore? Puhhhh... Swearing is good for you! So deal with it.
Matthew woke to the sounds of shoveling snow. He wondered if some kids were shoveling his drive for money. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t going to pay them, he thought, rolling over to find your warmth. Matthew shot up, finding you no where to be seen. “_____!” he called out, kind of worried. You never woke up before him.
There was no sound. Just the constant shoveling that was starting to grind against his last nerve. Throwing open the curtains he prepared to yell at whoever the hell it might have been to go away. But
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Here is 2P! Canada! Strangely I find the 2P!s easier to do than the other countries....Anyway, enjoy your sexy Canadian!
Intro: [link]
I don't own either you or Mattie!
Intro: [link]
I don't own either you or Mattie!
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..... O.O
Love the Mathieu....
Love the Mathieu....