Canada x Reader: Call Me Cute!
'How is he so damn cute?!' You thought angrily. Your frustration was obviously showing on your face when your best friend, Noire, questioned you.
"What's up with you? On your 'Dot' again?" Noire asked chuckling.
"How is he so cute..." You whispered.
"Huh? Who?" Noire asked.
"Matthew! He's so adorable! How can people just... Just... Forget about him?!" You screamed- eyes turned to you, stopping conversations. "Heh... Sorry...."
"Ask him. Or try being cute yourself. Though, it's going to take major work." Noire said devilishly.
"I AM cute! I'll prove it tomorrow! I'll get Matthew to call me cute and we'll see who gets the master of cute! Me or Matthew!" You stated proudly.
"So... You set a competition for yourself?" I asked, confused.
You nodded eagerly and waited for the day to go by....
~~| time skip of cute |~~
'Hah... Thanks administrators office... I have Matthews address for tomorrow... I'll go by and visit saying I don't know this part of the town and he'll HAVE to invite me in... I'll get everything on my phone.' You laughed manically while walking home.
Entering your humble abode, you threw you back pack into your room and walked in, frantically looking for 'cute' items.
'Hmm... Big sweaters are cute... I can match that with a skirt..? I'll wear some comfy shoes or something or other...'
After deciding your (f/c) sweater and (2/f/c) skirt, you decided to focus on the accessories.
'I'll put my hair in a messy bun and put a cute clip... Then ugh... Umm.... I'll put on some glasses (whether you wear some or not)' you mentally decided.
"And there! Now to master the style of cute... Let's search up some websites..."
All night you practiced combing your hair (guys like that- I got it from an anime idk), covering your face with your sweater sleeves (I do that and I don't mean to XD) stuttering, puppy dog eyes, putting your thighs together with your feet separated, etc.
You perfected the art of cute. Now for the next day.
~~| sleepy time skip |~~
You awoke very tired. Struggling to put on your clothes, you sighed in exhaustion.
After finally putting on your planned clothes, you slipped on your shoes and clipped your hair.
Quickly eating breakfast and running out the door.
You ran through the halls in search of your prey. Turning a corner, you bumped into a person with a red jacket.
You both were knocked onto the floor, his hand extended to yours and you quickly took it, apologizing.
Looking up, your (e/c) eyes were met with soft violet ones. "M-m-Mathew!" You squeaked.
"Y-yes?! I'm sorry! What the matter?!" He said in shocked.
"I-I'm sorry I bumped into you..." You said muffling your words by covering your mouth with the sleeve and pulling down your sweater.
"N-no!" He said, feverishly. "It was my fault!"
You both then scurried away in a hurry as the bell rang.
'Part 1 complete!'
~~| lunch |~~
"Finally, lunch. I've been waiting for you my dear." You caressed your lunch box.
"That isn't cute, bro." Noire said, looking at you as you kiss your sweet TARDIS lunch box.
~~| after school |~~
You took out a paper with Matthews address and headed out. You waited an hour before leaving the school to get himself comfortable in his house already.
You knocked on his door. "Wh-who is it?" He cracked it open a tad. "M-maple! ___!"
"S-sorry to bother you... I kinda got lost and I've never been on this side of the town before..." You shook, being nervous.
"O-oh sure come inside. The weather report said it'd be a thunder storm tonight. Good thing you came here." Mathew stated.
'Thunder storm?! No way! I hate them...' You shivered at your thoughts.
Like most reader inserts, reader-chan is scared of thunder/rain/etc. So they will probably stay over.
The two of you enjoyed each others' company and did your homework so you decided to watch some movies.
As you watched, loud booming noises came from outside. You snuggled into the blanket more.
"Is something wrong?" Matthew questioned.
"N-no. I'll just get some water..." Your voice trailed of and you hesitated to stand.
Walking into the kitchen, another loud boom was heard.
You jumped in fear, knocking pots and pans off the counter.
You cried into your knees and held yourself in a fetal position.
Matthew, who had heard the stuff fall down, rushed into the kitchen and comforted you.
He carried you over his shoulder (oh damn) and walked to his room.
Without even saying a word, his gentle eyes and concerned features looked at you with worry.
He gently calmed you down, hushing you.
You fell asleep in his arms, cuddled into his neck.
Looking down at you to check, he blushed hard and whispered. "S-so cute."
LUCKILY YOU WERE RECORDING THE WHOLE THING WHEN YOU PUT THE PHONE IN YOUR POCKET