Ahem: Canada x Reader

Matthew was so sweet. You really loved the poor fellow to death, but he was way too oblivious. Lost in a realm of books and fiction, he was unreachable to you on that level. And you were too shy to drag him back out.

But you were still trying.

Kind of.

You accompanied him to the library after school. You pretty much jumped at any opportunity to hang out with him, and hoped it didn’t bother him. So there you were, rubbing your bare arms to use friction to warm yourself. Matthew observed this, “Are you cold, _____?”

“I’m fine, Mattie.” you said with a smile, knowing he was the type to worry.

Still, he took off his red sweater emblazoned with a white maple leaf and passed it to you. “Here.” he said. You passed off the blush on his cheeks as the cold getting to him too. Even though that really didn’t make any sense.

“No, now you’ll be cold!” you said, trying to push it back into his arms.

He shook his head, “I like the cold, just put it on, please. It’d be awful if you got cold because of me.”

About to protest again, you noticed something. You weren’t sure if you had ever seen him without a bulky jacket on. The boy was ripped! A hot blush covered your cheeks and you looked away quickly, putting the sweater on over your head. Granted, that might not have been the best option, considering his sweet smell of woodsmoke and maple syrup washed over you, hitting you like a wall.

And now you couldn’t get him out of your mind. The guy was perfect in every way shape and form! He was innocent shy and sweet, gorgeous ripped and sexy, everything! The only thing you could think of was, why would he want you?

~

Matthew was terrified. You hadn’t said anything in the past few minutes, and it all started with him giving you the stupid jacket! Was he too blunt with you? Were your feelings hurt? Was he too mean?

It really didn’t seem like that was likely...

He hated the thought that you were upset about anything, especially since it seemed prompted by his actions. The truth was, he adored every little thing you did, every single giggle and bright smile made his day. Matthew was head over heals in love with you, and just didn’t think you wanted him back.

Why were you mad? He looked over at you, and found you staring at him. Your beautiful (e/c) eyes flashed back to the ground, and you snuggled back into his sweater. Now he was just really confused, observing the adorable blush on your cheeks.

You both took a seat in the library, almost like normal. This time, most of the chairs were taken. So the two of you were forced to sit down in a large armchair, together. Granted, it was really big, more than enough for the two of you, almost like a love seat. But it was a little... cozy.

Matthew got out his homework and started to do math problems, trying to ignore your close proximity. You got out a book next to him, but he noticed you weren’t flipping the pages very often and decided there was something on your mind.

His thoughts were solidified when you asked, “Mattie... Why do you hang out with me?”

“What?” he asked, still quietly, but in disbelief. Why wouldn’t he!? You were so perfect, so beautiful, so sweet...

You stuck a finger in your book, looking down. “You could do so much better than me. You’re so kind and generous and... and I’m just... not worth your time, I guess...” you trailed off.

“Don’t say things like that.” Matthew said, tipping a finger under your chin and making you look up at him with those deep (e/c) eyes. “You’re a beautiful person, inside and out. I’m sorry I can’t quite find the right words to describe you, but.... I-I love you!” With that he crashed his lips onto yours, hoping you would be able to feel just how he felt about you. And not be disgusted or horrified.

~

To be honest, for a moment you were utterly stunned. Your sweet, shy, oblivious friend was kissing you!

What in the good name of maple syrup was going on?

Then you realized, he cared for you. And you felt the same. Everything clicked into place, and you kissed him back.

Until you both heard a little “Ahem,” coming from a sweet old librarian and flew apart from each other, blushing madly. She smiled at you two kindly, pushed her glasses up her nose, and left you two to put the book in her arms away.

“I love you too, Mattie.” you said quietly.

He smiled at you, and reached over, taking your hand in his delicately and squeezing it.