Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Her ~ 2pCanada X Reader

Matt glared at (Y/n).
Something about her just set him off.
Maybe it was her luscious (h/c) hair.
Or maybe it was her sparkling (e/c) eyes.
Maybe it was even her glowing (s/c) skin.
He mentally slapped himself.
No, Matt.  He scolded himself.  You do not like her. 
"What are you thinking about?" (Y/n) asked, her head resting in her cupped hand.  Matt looked up at her. 
You.  "Kicking your ass." He snapped.
(Y/n) looked unfazed.  "Ok." She sighed.  "I'm bored.  Wanna go kill some moose?"
Matt glared at her.  "Go to hell."

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(Y/n) was outside of Matt's room, tossing a tennis ball against his door before catching it again.
Over.
And over.
And over. 
Matt had finally had enough and ripped the door open, catching the ball meer inches from his face.  "Do you want to die?"
Amusement sparked in her (e/c) eyes.  She held her (s/c) hand out.  "Can I have my ball back?" (Y/n) asked innocently. 
Matt growled and practically whiped the ball back at her face. 

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The thunder rumbled and (Y/n) picked up her pace.  She was headed towards Matt's room.  Another roll of thunder cracked through the atmosphere and (Y/n) threw herself against the wall, releasing a screech of fear.  She pressed her back against the wall and curled herself into a ball in the floor.  Her heart was pounding in her ribcage. 
After a few moments of shaking and hugging herself, she pushed herself to her feet.  She hugged her (f/c) housecoat around her frame and ran frantically towards Matt's bedroom. 
Matt awoke to the sound of (Y/n)'s fists pounding on his door.  He groaned and stood up, dragging his feet to the door.  He swung it open.  "What!?" He snapped. 
Matt imediatly regretted his words when he saw (Y/n), standing there, shivering and tears streaking her (s/c) face. 
He quickly recovered and snarled.  "What do you want?"
Another boom echoed through the air and (Y/n) shuddered and let out a shaky sob.  "I- I don't like t-the st-," She sucked in a breath.  "The storm..."
A smirk spread across Matt's face and he let out a low chuckle.  "Is poor little (annoying nickname) afraid of the big bad thunder?" He teased before throwing his head back and laughing loudly. 
(Y/n) turned away and started to walk back the way she came with wobbly steps.  "Nevermind." She snapped.  "I don't know why I thought an asshole like yourself would ever want to help me."
Before she could take another step, Matt's slender fingers wrapped around her wrist.  He quickly pulled her towards him and threw her over his shoulder before carrying her towards the bed.
He gently put her down on the mattress and crawled in next to her. 
"M-Matt?!" She squeaked.
Matt ignored her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest. He curled around her and burried his nose his her (h/l), silky, (h/c) locks.  "I've got you." He whispers.  "No one can hurt you.  I promise you, mon amour."
(Y/n) realxed into Matt's warm embrace.  She didn't know much french but when she heard the soft, whispered words, she knew the meaning set behind them.  The two of them soon fell asleep, wrapped in eachother's warmth.