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CanadaxReader- Let's Dance (for blonde-kitten-otaku)
"____, are you ready?" Canada knocked on your bedroom door. "I- I uh... don't want to be late,"
"Yep I'm almost done," You spotted your wrists with a touch of perfume before heading for the door. You opened it shyly, revealing yourself to the man on the other side of the threshold. He stood limp, gawking at the beautiful girl in the (insert dress details here). "Is this ok, or should I change?" You asked him self consciously. He shook his head.
"No," Canada sighed dreamily. "You look beautiful," He took your hand and kissed it, gentlemen-like. He was dressed in a tuxedo with a maple blossom attached to his lapel.
Prom had arrived and up until a few days ago, you were without a partner. You asked, well persuaded really, Canada to go with you. He reluctantly accepted, not really having any say with his shy disposition. A part of him was quite excited as well. Spending an evening dancing with you seemed like a great way to spend his evening.
The school gym was packed with people. Everyone was in clumps of ten or so chatting to themselves and covered the entirety of the floor. You held Canada's hand as you weaved through the crowds to find your group of friends. The two of you blushed when you realized you were the only ones with a partner.
France, America, and England watched you two as you diffused into the group. Canada was gripping tightly to your hand, you could tell he was weary.
"Oh, Mattie got dragged here by a girl. How cute, mon ami*," France swooned.
"Dude! You clean up nice, Bra!" America walked over, glowing neon from all the bracelets and necklaces he wore, and threw his arm around Canada who winced and squeezed your hand tighter.
"I can say the same for you, America," He whispered before laughing lightly. You smiled, in complete bliss surrounded by your friends. America detached himself from Canada and threw something over your head. It fell down around your neck and glowed a bright pink.
"Come on dudes! Let's PARTAY!" He ran off like a maniac, attempting to crowd surf over a sea of screaming girls. England, who was silent until this point, sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You wanker. Get your ass back over here," He stormed off after the blonde who had appeared to have fallen on a girl and was being slapped.
"Oh, non," France followed. "You have no idea how to deal with things like this," He raised his nose and walked past the Brit.
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?" England watched him pass with his hands in fists.
"It means you have no lady skills,"
"Say that again, wanker!"
Canada and you starred and the brewing battle in silence. His hand was still locked in yours and you were yet to realize it until you reached up to remove the neon necklace.
"Oh, I- I'm sorry, _____," he said, slipping his hand out of yours and scratching his neck. You giggled and successfully took off the necklace, throwing it over Canada's head, making sure to keep clear of his curl.
"Come on, Mattie," You grabbed his hand once more and pulled him next to you. "Do you want to dance?" He looked down at you nervously. His blue-violet eyes glanced over at the three who were now arguing about the best way to get a girl's attention.
"Ah... Sure," He drew up a less-than-confident smile and allowed you to drag him into a small clearing to dance. Even though a sweet song was playing over the speakers, no one in the gym bothered to dance. But the two of you were standing in the middle of it all, your hand on his shoulder and his around your waist. "_____, I don't know how to dance!" He whispered, feverishly.
"Neither do I," You whispered back with a smile. The two of you started to sway together with the slow beat of the song. People began to take notice and watched intently. Looking over Canada's shoulder, you could see girls sighing and begging their partners to dance as well.
"People are watching," Canada whispered, his nervous eyes flickering back and forth.
"It's ok! Just keep your eyes on me," He looked down into your (eye color) eyes and instantly calmed.
The song dragged on and you found yourself laying your head on his shoulder. Canada rested his head over yours. The two of you rocked back and forth idly, still trying to keep the dance going.
"Matthew," You said, eyes closed.
"Y-yes?"
You stood up straight and dropped your hands, focusing your eyes on the floor.
"What is it, _____?"
Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips to yours. A cute sound of surprise left his throat before he surprisingly gave in and began to kiss you back. You smiled and tore apart from him. He leaned his forehead on yours and looked into your (eye color) eyes.
"Eh... Um... I like you, _____," He admitted shyly.
"I like you too," Your smile grew larger as Canada's blush swelled.
"See!" France pointed at the pair. "That's how it's done. I taught my Mattie well,"
"Oh please, you Frog," England rolled his eyes beneath his bushy eyebrows.
"Dudes, I got slapped like eight hundred times. Can we go home?"
"____, are you ready?" Canada knocked on your bedroom door. "I- I uh... don't want to be late,"
"Yep I'm almost done," You spotted your wrists with a touch of perfume before heading for the door. You opened it shyly, revealing yourself to the man on the other side of the threshold. He stood limp, gawking at the beautiful girl in the (insert dress details here). "Is this ok, or should I change?" You asked him self consciously. He shook his head.
"No," Canada sighed dreamily. "You look beautiful," He took your hand and kissed it, gentlemen-like. He was dressed in a tuxedo with a maple blossom attached to his lapel.
Prom had arrived and up until a few days ago, you were without a partner. You asked, well persuaded really, Canada to go with you. He reluctantly accepted, not really having any say with his shy disposition. A part of him was quite excited as well. Spending an evening dancing with you seemed like a great way to spend his evening.
The school gym was packed with people. Everyone was in clumps of ten or so chatting to themselves and covered the entirety of the floor. You held Canada's hand as you weaved through the crowds to find your group of friends. The two of you blushed when you realized you were the only ones with a partner.
France, America, and England watched you two as you diffused into the group. Canada was gripping tightly to your hand, you could tell he was weary.
"Oh, Mattie got dragged here by a girl. How cute, mon ami*," France swooned.
"Dude! You clean up nice, Bra!" America walked over, glowing neon from all the bracelets and necklaces he wore, and threw his arm around Canada who winced and squeezed your hand tighter.
"I can say the same for you, America," He whispered before laughing lightly. You smiled, in complete bliss surrounded by your friends. America detached himself from Canada and threw something over your head. It fell down around your neck and glowed a bright pink.
"Come on dudes! Let's PARTAY!" He ran off like a maniac, attempting to crowd surf over a sea of screaming girls. England, who was silent until this point, sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You wanker. Get your ass back over here," He stormed off after the blonde who had appeared to have fallen on a girl and was being slapped.
"Oh, non," France followed. "You have no idea how to deal with things like this," He raised his nose and walked past the Brit.
"What's that supposed to mean, Frog?" England watched him pass with his hands in fists.
"It means you have no lady skills,"
"Say that again, wanker!"
Canada and you starred and the brewing battle in silence. His hand was still locked in yours and you were yet to realize it until you reached up to remove the neon necklace.
"Oh, I- I'm sorry, _____," he said, slipping his hand out of yours and scratching his neck. You giggled and successfully took off the necklace, throwing it over Canada's head, making sure to keep clear of his curl.
"Come on, Mattie," You grabbed his hand once more and pulled him next to you. "Do you want to dance?" He looked down at you nervously. His blue-violet eyes glanced over at the three who were now arguing about the best way to get a girl's attention.
"Ah... Sure," He drew up a less-than-confident smile and allowed you to drag him into a small clearing to dance. Even though a sweet song was playing over the speakers, no one in the gym bothered to dance. But the two of you were standing in the middle of it all, your hand on his shoulder and his around your waist. "_____, I don't know how to dance!" He whispered, feverishly.
"Neither do I," You whispered back with a smile. The two of you started to sway together with the slow beat of the song. People began to take notice and watched intently. Looking over Canada's shoulder, you could see girls sighing and begging their partners to dance as well.
"People are watching," Canada whispered, his nervous eyes flickering back and forth.
"It's ok! Just keep your eyes on me," He looked down into your (eye color) eyes and instantly calmed.
The song dragged on and you found yourself laying your head on his shoulder. Canada rested his head over yours. The two of you rocked back and forth idly, still trying to keep the dance going.
"Matthew," You said, eyes closed.
"Y-yes?"
You stood up straight and dropped your hands, focusing your eyes on the floor.
"What is it, _____?"
Without thinking, you grabbed his collar and pulled his lips to yours. A cute sound of surprise left his throat before he surprisingly gave in and began to kiss you back. You smiled and tore apart from him. He leaned his forehead on yours and looked into your (eye color) eyes.
"Eh... Um... I like you, _____," He admitted shyly.
"I like you too," Your smile grew larger as Canada's blush swelled.
"See!" France pointed at the pair. "That's how it's done. I taught my Mattie well,"
"Oh please, you Frog," England rolled his eyes beneath his bushy eyebrows.
"Dudes, I got slapped like eight hundred times. Can we go home?"
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Woo! First request!
Sort of... It was this convorsation I had and It went along and stuff happened and I'm calling it a request... OH MY GOSH DONT KILL ME IF IT ISN'T I CAN CHANGE IT GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYHELPPPP!!!!
Anyways.. Here joo go, ~blonde-kitten-otaku
*Mon ami- My friend
Sorry about the inserting of France, England and America... If they werent there it would be kinda short so...
I don't own Canada, America, France, or even bloody England.
Enjoyeee!
Sort of... It was this convorsation I had and It went along and stuff happened and I'm calling it a request... OH MY GOSH DONT KILL ME IF IT ISN'T I CAN CHANGE IT GERMANYYYYYYYYYYYHELPPPP!!!!
Anyways.. Here joo go, ~blonde-kitten-otaku
*Mon ami- My friend
Sorry about the inserting of France, England and America... If they werent there it would be kinda short so...
I don't own Canada, America, France, or even bloody England.
Enjoyeee!
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So cute i'm dancing with my Mattie...but how dare those girls slap my Alfie "*gets a chainsaw*...time to kill some witches...