Curl CanadaxReader

Curl

You read (favorite book) happily, you were leaning against your Canadian, Matthew's, chest with your back against his chest. He was busying himself with playing with your (hair length) (hair color) (locks/curls) with one hand and petting his little polar bear with the other.

You smiled relaxing against Matthew, your fiancee's arms were so warm and you loved spending winter nights in them. Or any season. You craned your neck to give him a kiss, he was surprised but all too happy to comply. He was used to your random acts of affection and he loved them. He remembered when you first started to like him a lot you would hug him more than usual. Of course he was so starved for notice and affection, you always noticed him and gave him such affection. It took a good decade before he realized you liked him back and decided that he did like you to. He always liked you but it took a while to make sure his feelings were genuine and not just because you notice him.

After five years he got down on one knee and asked you to marry him. All you could do was nod mutely a blush turning your (skin tone) cheeks red as the maple of his flag and mouthing the word 'yes' in your native language as you were incapable of speech.

You craned your neck to gently press your lips against his own and sighed happily as Matthew moved his hand from Kuma to wrap his arm around you. "J'taime. (I love you.)" You whispered to him, you knew how he loved it when you spoke French to him.

"J'taime aussi. (I love you to.)" Matthew whispered back and you smiled lightly into the kiss, you loved when he spoke French as well as he did with you. In English his voice was always mousy and you could barely hear it over others speaking but you loved it all along. In French he spoke just as softly but he spoke with much more confidence.

Before you can speak Kuma started to make noise as you pulled away giggling slightly turning to the little polar bear. "J'adore et tu, aussi Kuma. (I adore you to Kuma.)" You said scratching Kuma behind the ears as he gave a happy sigh. Matthew pouted as you pulled away from him, he wanted your attention.

"Cherie, (Darling,)" Mattie said tugging your sleeve as you turned to him smiling brightly, you loved when he got jealous. It was rare but cute, and you loved it so. He didn't get jealous often as he trusted you and had long ago realized that somehow, someway, this woman who he thought was absolutely perfect thought the same of him.

Everyone had their own definition of beauty, and you fit his perfectly. He had always been into (thin/athletic/curvy/chubby/etc) girls However the curves and planes of your body were absolutely perfect, your (curly/wavy/straight) (hair length) (hair color) fell perfectly on your (skin tone) flesh. Your face was perfectly shaped and your facial features were absolutely perfect; your kissable (lip color) lips, your cute little nose, and your beautiful (eye color) gem like arms. You were it. Not only your body, because you were so much more, your personality was sweet and strong with a no-bullshit attitude, you loved to read and (paint/write/play music) and you were kind and loving.

And somehow you felt the same for him. Of course the two of you were not blind to each others' flaws, you knew of them and you accepted them. They matched each other very well.

You started stroking his hair, loving how luxurious it felt. Without knowing your ring got caught on the stubborn curl of his hair. He let out a moan as you pulled away and wondering what was wrong with him. As you pulled away you noticed that your ring was caught on his curl.

"Oops, sorry mon chere, (my darling,) give me a moment." You said quietly moving so you were straddling his lap and your right hand to free your left from his hair without pulling. However the entire time Matthew was moaning and groaning in French. "boo? (sweetheart?)"

"Ma cherie! (My darling!)" Matthew growled pulling you closer and kissing you roughly. "You've been very naughty belle dame, (beautiful woman,) I'll have to punish you." Matthew smirked gripping your thighs and carrying you to your bedroom.

This was how you learned that his curl wasn't just a cute little swirl. It actually did something.

He carried you to the bed that had the blanket in your flag's pattern and the pillowcases and sheets were in his flag pattern. He quickly started kissing you, and you were curious so you tugged on his curl again which he moaned and thrust against you.

"I think I like this curl." You moan wrapping your legs around his waist, giggling as he looked at you from above his glasses, Quebec.

"That is being <I>very</I> naughty." Matthew smirked pulling your top over your head to show your (skin tone) torso. "I think I'll have to punish you."

"Oui...(Yes...) I think you should." You smirked as he gave you one of his rare dirty smirks.

I'm sorry for the lemon tease.

At the convention I ran into Hetraloid!Russia, Russia, Fem!America, Hungry, England, Fem!Canada, Canada, Prussia, Italy, Mafia!Italy, Austria, and an American Fangirl (Her America cosplay needed to be clean). Canada is my favorite and I hugged Russia and Canada most, I hugged Italy and Prussia as well as Austria once or twice. Anyway the thirst for Canada is real!

Don't laugh but I legitimately didn't know what the curl did so I asked Italy, Canada, and Austria all at the same time. They thought I was kidding then no one would tell me and told me it was better I didn't know. Than the American Fangirl touched Mafia!Italy's curl and told me about two minutes later. So the thirst is real so I'm doing something for him. There were so many people, I've given and received more hugs in the three day convention than all year (excluding the fact that I hug my mom and brother goodnight and only just).

I'm thinking of doing something similar with North Italy, South Italy, and 2p Canada.

Also, my darlings, you are all absolutely beautiful. The media and the pop culture likes to say that the only beautiful body type is this or that. No matter who you are, your body type, height, weight, hair color, hair length, hair consistency, skin tone, eye color, facial features, there is a group of people who think that you are it; you are as beautiful as beautiful gets. I'm also assuming if your spending your free time reading a reader-insert you like to read.