Canada x Reader - Plushie Confession

Sleepovers with Matthew and his brother Alfred always proved themselves to be eventful.

Whether or not that was a good thing, you’ve yet to decide.

“Matthew, help! Your– brother– is– choking– me!”

“C-C’mon now Alfred, let _____ go, it’s just a movie–”

“NO! Oh god, DO NOT OPEN THAT CLOSET!”

Having completely disregarded Matthew’s attempts at making Alfred let you go, the American instead chose to grab onto Matthew too, ensnaring him in his death grip in his fit of fear.

Why did you accept their invitation for a sleepover again?

Oh yeah.

Because of Matthew.

Not saying it like it’s a bad thing, but your longtime, shy Canadian friend Matthew was someone you happened to harbor feelings for; and due to these feelings, you usually wanted to be around him, and that made you accept his sleepover invitation.

But then again, everything good comes with a price, and this one was rather hefty.

Or life-threatening, considering how every night you’ve spent over at Matthew’s house, his brother Alfred made it a tradition to watch a horror movie before bedtime – after all, the so-called hero claimed that he’d protect both you and Matthew from the nonexistent ghosts.

In the end, however, it was Alfred you needed protection from – the grown man was utterly terrified of horror movies despite his constant state of denial, and he seemed to have a habit of clinging onto the closest person and almost strangling them to death. His top victims – much to your chagrin – was either you or Matthew, as he often sat in between you two.

Sharing a knowing look with Matthew who was struggling to escape from Alfred’s hold, the both of you nodded in silent agreement.

‘We’re throwing out these stupid horror movies later.’

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The movie ran for about another half an hour before the credits finally rolled, and relief washed over you as Alfred let both you and Matthew go.

“Ah, dude, that was a good movie!” he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair as though he didn’t just almost suffocate the both of you. “We should totally watch ano-”

“No thank you.” The words left your mouth in a heartbeat, and from the corner of your eyes you could see that Matthew had visibly paled at the thought of having to experience another strangle session with Alfred.

“Why? Too scared, _____?” Alfred said playfully, earning a sigh from you as you ran a hand down your face. “Don’t worry! As the hero, I’ll definitely protect you! And Mattie bro, too!”

“Sure you will…” Matthew muttered beneath his breath as he fixed his glasses. “We should get to bed soon… it’s getting late. _____, do you want to get ready for bed first while Alfred and I clean up?”

“What!? We have to clean up!?”

“It’s the polite thing to do, Alfred.”

The American opened his mouth to whine before you cut in. “Are you sure, Mattie? I don’t want to be too much of a burden. I can help clean up if you want.”

The soft smile that wormed its way onto the Canadian’s face made your heart flutter. “I-It’s okay, _____,” he said, “You can go get ready for bed first. Your things should be in my room…”

“Alright.” Shooting him one last smile, you climbed up the stairs, Alfred’s constant cries ‘But I don’t wanna clean up!’ reaching your ears despite being up on the second floor.

“These people…” Chuckling as you heard the American’s complaints followed by Matthew’s feeble attempts at getting him to stop and actually clean up, you couldn’t fight the smile that curved at your lips. “…Man, don’t I have great friends.”

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The cleaning only lasted for ten minutes – all that had to be done was to clean up a few dishes and put away some blankets – but Matthew was fairly sure that if Alfred helped, that ten minutes could’ve been reduced to five.

All Alfred did in that time span was stand around and talk, a seemingly endless amount of words streaming from his lips as Matthew could only sigh and simply listen as he folded the blankets and stuffed them away.

“So, Mattie,” Alfred drawled as he leaned against a wall and watched as the Canadian began to clean up the dishes, “Whatcha gonna do ‘bout _____?”

“E-Eh?”

That’d certainly caught him off guard as a faint blush dusted his cheeks, and turning his head to face his brother, Matthew arched an eyebrow in reply. “Wh-What are you talking about?”

“Oh, nothing…” Alfred said with a grin, “I’m just talking about your super-mega-giant crush on _____ is all!”

“Not so loud, Alfred!” Matthew whined, “She might hear!”

“Oh c’mon! You have to tell her sooner or later, bro,” Alfred said, giving a dramatic sigh. “Keeping your feelings bottled up like this isn’t the best way to go.”

“B-But…” Sighing, Matthew placed the dirty dishes into the sink before rinsing his hands with water. “I’m just scared of what she’ll say.”

“I’m sure it’ll be nothing bad!” Alfred exclaimed. Stepping over to the boy, Alfred clapped a hand on his back, earning himself a yelp. “_____’s been your friend since forever! I’d be surprised if she didn’t like you back, y’know!”

A small smile touched Matthew’s lips at his brother’s words. “…Th-Thanks, Alfred, but… I don’t think I should tell her… just not yet, at least.”

“Well, you better hurry and tell her at some point,” Alfred said with a smirk, “Because who knows… I can be quite a blabber mouth sometimes…”

“Alfred, you wouldn’t!”

“Oh I would, Mattie! Just make sure you tell her soon or else I’ll be the one telling her about how much you adore her and her lovely personality, her sweet voice, her absolutely beautiful appearance…”

“D-Did you–”

“Yup, I read your diary! Now I’m gonna go get ready for bed, peace!”

Sighing as his mischievous sibling sent him one last smirk before racing up the stairs, Matthew ran a hand through his hair. “What am I ever going to do with him…”

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You couldn’t help the sigh of satisfaction that slipped past your lips as you made yourself comfortable beneath Matthew’s covers, the blankets providing you a pleasant warmth as you snuggled further into the soft material.

After you’d brushed your teeth and threw on a pair of pajamas, you set out a couple of blankets and a pillow on the floor of Matthew’s room. It served as your makeshift bed, seeing as their only guest room was used as a storage room and sleeping in Alfred’s room meant having to stay up to listen in on his rambles about being a hero.

You were about to hit the hay when instead you decided to plan out a surprise for Matthew, choosing to hide in his covers until he came in so you could scare him. That, and you also wanted to hug his oversized polar bear plushie Kumajirou, seeing as it was ridiculously cute and soft.

Trying to make yourself as unnoticeable as possible beneath the blankets, you clung onto his bear plushie and waited, trying to fight the feeling of drowsiness that began to grip you and pull you down.

Truth be told, hiding beneath his covers wasn’t the best idea; after all, the lump on his bed pretty much gave it away, but hopefully Matthew would just dismiss it as his plushie beneath the covers.

You sighed. It had barely been a minute since you hid beneath the covers and yet you were already smothering your yawns as you awaited your Canadian friend to come upstairs. At this rate, he’d probably find you already asleep…

Trying to keep yourself awake through methods such as pinching yourself and lightly slapping your face, your efforts were in vain as you soon gave in to the sleep that begged to take over your body, and with a final yawn you were out like a light bulb.

It was only a few minutes after you’d fallen asleep did Matthew finally come upstairs, a sigh leaving his lips as he stepped into his room.

His head was filled to the brim with Alfred’s advice of telling him to just go ahead and confess, otherwise Alfred would do it himself – and having Alfred tell you just how much the Canadian liked you was something Matthew refused to let happen, as Alfred would probably bring up excerpts of the things Matthew had written about you in his diary.

Oh gosh, just thinking about it made Matthew pale.

“What am I going to do?” Matthew whimpered, blindly making his way to his bed. He assumed you to be asleep already on your makeshift bed on the floor, and not wanting to disturb you from your slumber, he merely muttered a quiet ‘Good night, _____’ before climbing onto his bed.

He didn’t even bother changing into his pajamas – his top priority was to think about what he was going to do with his feelings towards you – and letting loose another sigh, Matthew leaned back onto his bed and grabbed the lump underneath his sheets, assuming it to be his plushie.

But oddly enough, it felt a bit different…

Brushing it off as his imagination, Matthew only brought it closer to his chest. Even if it may seem childish, Matthew had a habit of talking to his plushie, as it served to be a pretty good outlet for his emotions.

“Y’know, Kumajirou,” Matthew muttered, “Sometimes I can’t tell if Alfred wants to help me or if he wants to torture me. Maybe both.”

He failed to notice his ‘plushie’ slightly shift as he spoke.

Your short sleep had been put to an end rather quickly when you felt someone get on the bed, and they didn’t even bother to lift the covers as they instead just lied down on it, wrapping an arm around you who was still under the covers and pulling you close.

Blinking in an attempt to chase away your grogginess, you had initially thought that Matthew already saw your little trick and was pulling you so you’d get off his bed – however, you were quite surprised when he instead seemed to hug you, and you squirmed a bit once he called you Kumajirou.

Being the polite person you were, you would’ve told him that it wasn’t Kumajirou beneath the covers, it was you; however, after hearing Matthew speak about something that involved Alfred trying to help or torture him, you couldn’t help but grow curious and chose to remain silent.

“I mean,” Matthew continued, “I get that he wants to help me with my feelings, but does he really have to threaten to tell her himself if I don’t do it soon?” Matthew whined.

Feelings? What? Who was he even talking about?

“And he even read my diary… I’m so embarrassed,” Matthew mumbled. “I’m pretty scared he’ll read off that if I don’t reveal my feelings fast enough…”

By now you were burning with a combination of curiosity and envy – who was this person Matthew had feelings for?

“Although… if I confess myself… I guess that could save me the extra embarrassment of having my diary entries revealed, right?” Matthew sighed. “But that still doesn’t help the possible embarrassment that I’d get if my confession is rejected…”

You were so, so close to speaking up, and you probably would’ve if Matthew hadn’t continued talking.

“What do you think, Kumajirou?” Matthew whispered, a pout worming its way onto his face. “If I confessed… If I told _____ I liked her, do you think she’d reject me? Because I like her… I really, really do.”

“I wouldn’t reject you.”

Curse your lack of control over your mouth.

The words had unintentionally fell from your lips, and with a surprised squeak, Matthew’s arm quickly left its previous position from around you. “_-_____!?”

Sheepishly poking your head out from under the covers, you shot him a weak smile. “…H-Hi.”

“Wh-What a-are you d-doing?” Matthew stammered, his cheeks turning scarlet. “I-I thought–”

“Thought it’d be a fun idea to try and scare you when you came upstairs,” you admitted, cutting him off mid-sentence, “Though I guess the idea didn’t really work…”

“Th-Then…” You watched as his eyes began to widen by the second, the Canadian starting to slowly inch away from you. “Th-Then that means–”

“That I heard everything?” you supplied for him, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. “If that’s what you’re trying to get at, then, uh, yeah… I heard everything.”

“Oh no, oh no, oh no…” Panic was obvious in Matthew’s voice as he began to shake his head. “I-I didn’t mean for this t-to happen– I-I mean, ah– I’m s-so embarrassed, I’m s-sorry–”

“What’s there to be sorry about?” you mumbled, reaching your hand out to Matthew. “Don’t be embarrassed… though I guess I don’t blame you. I’d be pretty embarrassed too,” you chuckled. “Heck, I’m feeling pretty shy right now too, but… you shouldn’t be apologizing for anything, Matthew.”

All you received was a small squeak as Matthew only buried his face in his hands, refusing to even look at you.

“Oh c’mon now, Matthew,” you pouted, “Don’t be like that. Guys don’t confess and then suddenly go quiet, especially when the girl’s trying to confess back.”

That certainly piqued his interest a bit as Matthew’s ears perked, his fingers moving slightly so he could spare you a quick glance.

“D-Do… D-Do you really mean that?”

His voice was quiet, almost inaudible at this point.

“Course I do,” you said with a smile, unable to suppress the faint blush that spilled across your cheeks. “After all… I did say I wouldn’t reject you, right?”

“A-And why is that?” Matthew muttered, attempting to confirm that you actually did reciprocate his feelings. “Why… wouldn’t you r-reject me?”

“You should know the answer to that, you silly Canadian,” you grinned. “It’s because I like you too.”

“…” Your confession was enough to shock Matthew into silence, and sighing, you reached over and grabbed a lock of hair, giving it a light tug as though to catch his attention.

“Hey now,” you said with a pout, “Talk to me, Mattie.”

He made some type of squeak before turning away from you. “…But why?” he muttered lowly, earning a look of confusion from you.

“…Why what?”

“W-Why would you like a nobody like me?” Matthew whispered. “No one really notices me… honestly, I guess I’m just too boring to be noticed…”

“Too boring?” Scoffing at his lack of confidence, you seized his shoulders and forced him to turn back to your direction. “Matthew, you’re not boring. Why else would I’ve stuck by your side for so long?” you said, a smile pulling at your lips. “Being noticed means nothing. Someone could be noticed by everyone and still have no one like them, and likewise, someone could be barely noticed and yet still have someone who likes them.”

“S-So, even though I’m barely noticed by anyone,” Matthew muttered, “It doesn’t matter… because you still like me, r-right…?”

“Absolutely.” Offering the Canadian a comforting smile, you nodded. “I like you a lot, Matthew, and I’m… I’m happy. I’m happy to know that you like me too.”

“Then…” You could hear the hesitation in his trembling voice as Matthew suddenly placed his hands on your shoulders, holding you at arm’s length. “…S-Since I like you, a-and you return the feelings…” He gulped. “_____, can I kiss you?”

You didn’t even give him an answer, instead choosing to just lean in and press your lips against his in a kiss. He flinched out of surprise, his body frozen and his cheeks a bright red until he finally kissed back, his fingers reaching up to hook under your chin while his other arm wrapped itself around your waist.

It felt perfect, but sadly good things had to come to an end, and you soon found yourself reluctantly pulling away to get a bit of air. Blushes adorned both your face and Matthew’s, and gave him a soft smile which he returned with one of his own.

“I’m so happy right now…” he mumbled, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m so, so happy right now.”

“And I am too,” you said, a light giggle accompanying your words. “Although… there’s one thing that can make it better…”

“A-And that’d be…?”

“Can you kiss me again?”

Matthew laughed lightly, and your smile only grew wider as you could see his blush grow slightly heavier. “It’d be my pleasure, _____.”

His lips almost closed over yours when a voice suddenly interrupted rather loudly, forcing the two of you to yelp and jump away from each other.

“Dear diary, I’ve always wondered how _____’s lips would feel. Is that weird? I hope not… sometimes I look at them and wonder if they’re really as soft as they look… I wonder if I’ll ever be able to kiss her,” Alfred said, his voice obnoxiously loud as he read off the journal in his hands. “I like her a lot, and… I wish I knew if she felt the same.”

“A-Alfred!” Matthew squeaked, his face becoming redder by the second, “H-How did you get a hold of that!?”

“The only thing I have to say is that you ought to hide your diary better, dude!” Alfred said before cackling and running off. “I think I’ve embarrassed you enough! Have fun in there, you two!”

“Th-That guy…” Matthew muttered, burying his face in his hands. “Sometimes I just can’t believe him…”

You, on the other hand, couldn’t stop the giggles that streamed from your mouth. “How cute,” you managed in between your laughter, “I never knew you wrote about me in your diary!”

“_-_____!” Matthew whined, “D-Don’t embarrass me further!”

“Maybe Alfie will let me read it too!”

“_____!”