Welcome Home (Hetalia x Reader)

Good Morning Hug (Canada x Reader)

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"Ugggghhh..." the girl groaned groggily.

She forgot to cancel her alarm last night. It was semestral break, yet it slipped her mind that her alarm was set to wake her every morning.

"...For real... Hetalia characters are staying over at my house for real..." she mumbled to herself.

Yes, it was true. Yesterday, when she got back to her house...she was greeted with hot, personified nations in her own living room.

She somehow accepted that, but didn't want to think about it so early in the morning. It's her day off, for crying out loud.

But then, she found herself betraying her own wishes, since her stomach started rumbling--signalling her to get out of bed and forage for something to eat.

With another groan, she got up, changed from her pyjamas and went downstairs.

She was never a morning person, making her look like a professional-looking zombie from The Walking Dead.

"Mmhhgghh. I hate mornings. Tummy, I blame you." she muttered under her breath. She was still half-asleep, making her bump into walls or shelves on her way to the kitchen.

As she entered the kitchen, she sensed the presence of someone by the stove, but since she was still too sleepy, she did not focus on the figure before her that much.

All she processed was that the person that stood there was facing away from her, was wearing a red apron and held a spatula in their right arm.

This felt oddly familiar to her.

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Early mornings when the young (Name) was awakened by hunger, she'd head over to the kitchen.

She knows that when she gets there, there was always someone she can count on to be standing by the stove, in the middle of making her breakfast.

Always. She always counted on that warm smile that she will receive after surprising that person with a "good morning hug" from behind. It was a simple gesture, but it was a gesture of love. How she loved those simple days with her...

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"...Mom." she whispered to herself.

She slowly ran her hands through her (h/c) hair as she nervously made her way towards the vague figure.

And gave that person, a warm hug.

"Good morning." she said softly, nuzzling her head on that person's back.

The person hugged suddenly froze with breath hitched.

"I-I'm sorry, (Name)...I, uh...uhm

..what a-are you d-doing?"

"A good morning hug, Mom..."

".....(Name)....I apologise, but... I'm not your mother..."

The girl's (e/c) eyes slowly started opening wide.

"...I-It's me, Matthew."

At that, the girl quickly let go and took a few steps backward. Rubbing her eyes, she spoke, "Huh? Wait.. What?!"

When her eyes finally adjusted, she gasped as she saw the blonde haired, violet-eyed Canadian meekly standing in front of her...with a deep blush on his face to top it off.

When it all dawned to her, she started to panic and waved her arms frantically in the air. "OH. OH MY GOSH.I AM SO SORRY. I THOUGHT YOU WERE.... AH. SORRY! I-I was half-asleep and well, ah uhm! I...Damn that was awkward of me ugh."

The shy Canadian surprisingly chuckled at this. Usually, it was him who would be frantic and nervous. Seeing (Name) like that made him realise that (1) he is normal and (2) that (Name) is really cute.

"Ehehe. It's okay, (Name). I should actually apologise, too, for wearing this apron and using your stove without asking." he said in a voice barely above a whisper, but enough for the girl to hear.

"No... It's fine. Haha. It's just that, that's the apron my mother used to wear when she used to make breakfast for me when I was a little kid. So I thought you were her. I used to give her 'good morning' hugs, you see." she explained with a glint of sadness in her eyes.

The young man sensed this and took a step forward, "...I'm sorry, but why do you keep saying 'used to'..?"

She rubbed her arms uncomfortably,"Huh? Well, she doesn't do that anymore. Business suddenly became her life...so she told us that we should learn how to take care of ourselves. It's...fine."

Matthew could only look down on the floor.

After a moment of silence, the girl spoke, "Well, let's forget that sap story. It was nice to give a 'good morning' hug again, though. Sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable."

"N-No!" he blurted out, as his head shot up to face the girl.

"..Huh?"

The young Canadian suddenly became flustered upon realising his outburst. "I...I mean... the hug. It w-was really nice."

Her eyes widened, "Oh.. uhm, really?"

He nodded shyly. "Yeah...Actually, if it's o-okay with you..can I ha--"

"Uh, Matthew? Is something burning?"

The blonde haired man suddenly turned around and gasped, "MAPLE!! My pancakes!!"

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After the little catastrophe of burnt pancakes, Matthew managed to save about four of them and shared with the owner of the house, (Name).

While emptying out the bottle of maple syrup to her pancakes, (Name) spoke "Oh. By the way, what were ya trying to say earlier, Mattie?"

Matthew's eyes twinkled upon hearing her call him by a nickname...but it disappeared when he processed the question. "I-It's nothing, eh. Don't mind it.."

"Oh, c'mon! It was something, I can tell! ...and gosh! These pancakes are the best!," she said excitedly.

"Well... I.. I just wanted to well...ask if I can get another hug..?" he closed his eyes shut, preparing for rejection.

She was silent for a while.

"Sure, why not?"

"Wha--Really...?"

"Yeah but... one thing."

Matthew raised an eyebrow. "Hmm?"

"Once I hug you here once more, I will be allowed to hug you every single day!" she beamed mischieviously.

The Canadian was startled at this, making him redder than he already was. He nodded nervously. "I...okay.."

The (h/c) girl smiled. "Alright!~"

She got and walked up to him and held out her arms. Matthew did the same and pulled the girl into a hug. It was a bit nerve-wrecking and heartpounding for the both of them, but it felt...so warm....so...well, fluffy...she felt so safe and so comfortable.

It felt like home.

"G-Good morning, (Name).."

Although he didn't see it, her eyes started to well up. Blinking the tears away, she replied softly,

"Good morning."