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Hetalia 7 Minutes in Heaven 2pCanada- Hockey Stick

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In your hand you pulled out from the black hat a…hockey stick?

One: How in the hell did Alfred managed to put a freaking hockey stick inside a small black hat with who knows what inside? (Author: Teehee~)

Two: Why does this hockey stick have red stuff on it? Is this…tomato stains? It must be, to you anyway.

"Who does this hockey stick belong to you?" you asked Alfred and he simply shrugged, and knowing Alfred's attention span was worse than an infant's, you mocked him by making the same style of shrug he had done.

Alfred didn't notice the gesture because he was looking over your shoulder and suddenly shrieked in horror of whoever was coming behind you. When you looked over to see who was coming over, you saw a really tall Canadian guy with blond hair tied in a loose ponytail and dark shades placed above his head that came up and snatched the hockey stick off your hands. But what made you a little frightened was the bear following behind him—a huge white bear with hellish eyes glaring at you and dagger-like teeth ready to attack at any moment.

"Okay, so you're with…" Alfred clicked his tongue out and tried to remember the guy's name.

You noticed his eyes were violet, but not the shiny bright type of violet, these were darker violet as though they had no life whatsoever were glaring at Alfred violently. Right then he started to march over to Alfred and before you knew it—he was choking him by the neck and rose him up in the air as Alfred grabbed both his wrists to pull them out.

"I'm going to give you one second to figure out my name, you good-for-nothing piece of shit…" he growled angrily and soon you came over between the two to stop the violence.

"It's Matt, right?" you said, luckily knowing him with a smile on your face.

Matt looked down at you, his face unchanged like a statue figure and he reductively dropped Alfred to the floor who was panting from the taken air Matt took.

"How do you know my name?" he asked.

"We met once, remember?" you said, remembering your first meeting with him. "You helped me-"

"Oh, now I remember," he said, staring down at you with blank violet eyes.

You gave enough time for Alfred to crawl away from Matt so he wouldn't get killed. You and Matt decided to go over to the closet to carry on playing their stupid game and then you had the sudden feeling of getting murdered tonight. But when someone from outside closed the door and you took a seat around a corner, you caught a quick sniff of smoke coming from inside.

"Mattie, are you smoking?" you asked, feeling peeved.

"Yeah," he grunted unhappily. "Why?"

"The smoke's gonna get all over in the room," you said, "and we'll both suffocate from the fumes."

You only heard silence for a mere moment until you heard a growl of anger come from him, and then you heard a burning sound from his side.

Soon the both of you were remaining in the quiet silence that made you both uncomfortable and anxiousness until Matt heaved a great sigh that made you turn your eyes over to him who sat near the corner.

"Why are people afraid of me?" asked Matt.

"Uh..."

You could make a full list of fifty reasons of why people were in fear of him, but there could be more that you never recalled since he and you were in good terms with each other. However you had to sum out of all those endless numbers of reasons to one final conclusion, but you had to find the right words to say them so you won't find yourself in a pool of your own blood.

"You're...cute,"

"I'm what?"

"I think people are afraid of you because you're so cute that people want to look at you from afar!"

awkward silence came over the atmosphere until you heard a mock laugh.

"That has to be the STUPIDEST reason in the entire world," he huffed.

You hung your head down in embarrassment.

"But the...sweetest..." he groaned in disgust of that word.

You looked over to Matt who seemed to have a very VERY small pink flush upon his cheeks as he stared blankly at a wooden wall next to him.

"You think I was right?"

"Tch," he scoffed. "I said it's the stupidest reason, didn't I? Don't get mixed up on those terms, idiot. You're lucky that you knew my name and got away from my Must-Kill-Soon list."

"Let me guess," you said. "Your brother is first on the list."

"You're not as slow as I thought you were," he admitted and that struck you as odd that he gave a snarky remark like that. "That's why I love you."

More silence again, and right then you almost gave a pierced scream of epiphany that Matt said those last words to you. But instead of hearing a cursing Canadian shouting at you for being so loud, you heard a high-pitched laugh that struck coldness down your spine like ice. He was kidding, you thought, and I completely made a fool of myself to him.

"I knew you'd react like that, _," Matt said with enthusiasm of his confession. "I just didn't think you'd not notice any of my hints. I guess I'm not good for you at all..."

You were trying your best not to sprint out of the room and scream that Matt actually confessed to you. But instead of that, you could tell that Matt took the reaction pretty hard as he shelled himself away from you, so you decided to go over to him nice and quietly and give him a surprise. That's what you did, you shuffled softly over to the other side of the closet, rose yourself up and practically took him into a full hug, your chest behind his back pressed deeply as Matt struggled out your union with each other.

"Would it be wrong if I admitted that I knew you dropped hints here and there?"

Matt looked at you in pure humility of what he just did since he never reacted something like this, and because of that his face started to go red in rage and maybe some embarrassment of what happened.

"Why the hell did you say that?"

"Because they way you confessed was cute!"

"Stop it, please,"

"What, saying you're cute?"

He grunted at that and you smirked playfully. "You're my cute little Canadian!"

Right then, the closet door opened wide enough for everyone to see and you see his brother, Al, Alfred's 2p-self, smirking with a camera that flashed at the two of you.

"I got a cute pic!" he announced to everyone as he waved the camera like a fangirl. "Who wants to looook~?"

Matt got up right then, forgetting his anger towards you and preparing to kill his brother. But before you could let him go, you quickly went up to him, blocking his path, tip toed softly up with arms wrapped around his neck and you gave him a sweet kiss on the lips.

Click!

A psychotic laughter was heard from behind and you were about to pull yourself from the kiss but Matt pulled your head forward with his hand behind your skull and gave you a deeper kiss that involved your tongue.

"You two should get a room!" Al taunted the both of you with a sneer as he prepared to take another picture.


But before Al could even snap a shot, you were able to swiftly steal Matt's hockey stick and whacked him across the face without a second thought. You grinned maliciously at the blood rushing down Al's mouth as he muffled his screams with his hands covering the broken jaw. When you looked at Matt, he placed his hand on top of your head and started to pet it as you giggled in pleasure of his touch.


Matt was really your cute little Canadian...
I did it! I finally made my first 2p 7 Minutes in Heaven with Canada! I REALLY HOPE I didn't make him too OOC because I never done him before and tho I read many fanfics about him, I still had a hard time to get him into his style...

Canada couldn't be here to interview this, but he says that his 2p self does scare him, tho I don't get why... PLEASE COMMENT AND FAVORITE THIS!!

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Is there a 2p France, by any chance?