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Ahem: Canada x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
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 to
Cutting the Strings of Fate: Canada x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Cutting the Strings of Fate: Canada x Reader
WARNING: This story contains death. It’s sad. Really sad. Even for me. Suicide, and a bit of gore are included.
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You were sick and tired of it all. This whole world, its weight rested upon your shoulders and threatened to crush you every single day. And today was the day it was all going to end. Each year you had to spend this day alone, not knowing what someone’s warm embrace even felt like anymore.
Holding the shining black pistol in your hands, you smiled through the tears. It would all be over very soon.
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Matthew was on his way over to your house. It had taken years, but he was finally going to confess to you. He loved
Lost at Sea: Angel!Canada x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Lost at Sea: Angel!Canada x Reader
You and Matthew had always been friends. Ever since you could remember. No one could ever see him very well, or remember him, but he always proclaimed in times of sadness that he would always have you. Saying it always hurt him, because even then he knew it wouldn’t be true. He was starting out with you, growing together with his first person to save. Matthew was an angel, and you were going to be the first. From the moment he saw you he could tell you were a special person, and it always pained him that he would need to leave.
You were going on a trip with your school out for a boat ride. There was supposed to be something educational
Who are you? Snapped!Canada x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
Who are you? Snapped!Canada x Reader
WARNING: This has some gore, and a seriously unbalanced Canada...
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Canada sank to his knees, smiling a horrific manic smile as your blood splatter ran down his cheeks, now flushed with exhilaration.
He had loved you. Canada had loved you more than anything else in the entire world, more than pancakes, maple syrup, snow, even the little bear, Kumajiro. Constantly Kumajiro asked him who he was, and each time the words reached his ears he wanted to scream. But he held it all back. Canada could withstand it all, driven on in the world by the prospect of someday having you love him back.
Those three little words he had never wanted to hear, t
The Letter 'L': Canada x Reader by 666kurai, literature
Literature
The Letter 'L': Canada x Reader
You were walking into first grade, terrified. Kindergarten was all fun and games, mostly, but this was serious. You were in a multiage class with some older kids this year. What if you couldn’t make any friends? You decided to talk immediately to the first person that caught your eye, to at least forge a half ways decent friendship by lunchtime. There was a kid with a small yellow bird you thought was cute, and you almost went over to him to see it, but he turned around and you saw his red irises. Immediately you thought Vampire! and scurried off somewhere else. There was a boy with a small sheet tied around his neck yelling about being
You knocked on the door of Canada's house, wanting to see your friend. You were a country, quite close to him in both friendship and border proximity. Since your name was kind of formal, he just called you _____. And you had gotten used to calling him Matthew or Mattie. He flung open the door, a hockey stick in hand.
Your (e/c) eyes widened in fear, "Mattie, it's just me!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, "Sorry, _____." You noticed his clothes were ruffled and creased as he rested the hockey stick against the wall beside him.
"I take it the meeting with the G8 didn't go too well?" you asked, stepping into his house while he shut the door beh