The Matchmaker {Canada x Reader}

“All this time, I… only wanted you. Just… you.”

You sighed, and glanced over at him with pity. He was invisible to them again.

Russia was sitting on him, as usual. Why did it seem like you were the only one who could see poor Canada?

The only time the rest of the Allies noticed him was when they were looking for America. His brother. Never did anyone see him otherwise.

You felt bad for the little guy. A loud, crazy, somewhat obnoxious guy like America was bound to overshadow his own quiet, shy brother like that. You were pretty sure Canada had spent his whole life getting stuck in his brother’s problems, only because people confused them.

Once in a while, you would catch a sad expression on the Canadian’s normally sweet face. You could never imagine what it would be like to be in his position.

Is he invisible because… they ignore him? You wondered sometimes.

America ended the meeting, and everyone began to leave. Russia finally got off Canada, who silently picked up Kumajirou and started on his way out.

You didn’t even know why he bothered to come. During every Allied Forces meeting, he’d always get ignored.

You couldn’t take it—watching him be treated that way. He just needed something to get their attention. But… what could it be?

You weren’t even sure yourself on why you wanted to help him. You just couldn’t stand to see a cute, innocent nation like him be picked on.

As you began to leave, America tried talking to you. “Hey dude, wanna fly over to my place after this?” But your thoughts about Canada clouded your mind, so you didn’t even hear him.

You kept walking, oblivious to America. As you passed him by, he got a confused expression on his face. Did I just get… ignored? He wondered in shock.

By the time you got to your house, you already had an idea. Or rather, it was just a thought, not an idea—but it seemed like it could help change him.

All he needed was a girlfriend. Then maybe the rest of the Allies would realize he existed.

You smirked, and opened your front door.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you noticed three figures in your living room, lounging on your couches.

You groaned, and facepalmed. “Why did you guys break into my house again?” You demanded; a slight hint of annoyance in your voice.

Hungary grinned, “We wanted to see you!” She jumped up gleefully, and went over to give you a hug. She gestured over to Ukraine and Liechtenstein, “They missed you too!”

You sighed, and offered a smile. These three were always coming over for surprise visits, and you could’ve sworn on your life they made it their goal to come when you were least expecting it. “I’ve missed you too,” You plopped down on your couch with them.

Ukraine smiled in a motherly way, “How are the Allies?”

“Good. America’s still planning on attacking the Axis, though.”

You continued chatting with them for a while, all four enjoying the visit. After a while, you managed to bring up the topic of Canada. You’d told them how bad you felt for him lately, and… let’s just say it turned into a much deeper conversation than you thought it would.

“People even sit on him?!” Liechtenstein gasped in shock, her hand on her heart.

“The poor boy needs some help…” Ukraine looked down, a worried expression on her face.

“That’s why I told you about my idea…” You began suggestively.

“And I think it’s a great idea!” Hungary shouted, jumping up. “I say let’s do it, men!”

You and Liechtenstein giggled, “We’re girls, Hungary.”

“Quite some twisted logic, but I agree. Shall we try it?” Ukraine asked carefully.

Liechtenstein nodded cutely, “Yeah! It’ll be embarrassing, though…” She looked away, blushing a bit.

Hungary turned to you. “Alright, it’s all on you now. Do you agree? We need your permission first,”

You smiled, and looked her in the eye. “Okay, fine. I agree to it.”

She cheered along with Liechtenstein and Ukraine, while you remained silent. It was a good plan, but you still felt a bit nervous. Well… at least it was for a good cause.

-xXx-

At the next Allied Forces meeting, you made sure to sit next to Canada.

“Good morning, Canada.” You greeted, smiling at him.

He looked up, and blushed a tiny bit. “Oh… good morning.” He said in his usual soft voice.

You grinned. He looked so adorable like that. “How’s life?” You asked casually, leaning on the table in front of you.

“Quite well…” He seemed a bit confused that you were going out of your way to make small talk with him, but seemed happy about it nonetheless. “What about you?”

You mentally facepalmed. You were going nowhere with this. “Okay, here’s the deal. I’ve been seeing you get ignored by everyone lately, and I want it to stop.” You dead panned, looking him straight in the eye.

You caught his eyes widen in surprise for a moment. “Oh…” He looked away, blushing. He had no idea what to say to that.

You grinned at him, and pulled on his wrist. “Come with me,”

“W-Where are we going…?” He questioned softly.

“Anywhere but here.”

“But… we’ll miss the meeting…”

You smiled. Even if he wasn’t treated right by everyone, he still respected most and cared about being where he needed to be. It was so cute. “From now on, we’re friends. I know we’ve only spoken a few times, but I want to help you.”

“Help me what?”

You momentarily stopped walking, and looked at him. “I’m gonna help you get a girlfriend!”

The next few days, you spent with Canada—trying to convince him that getting a girl would help him become visible again. He claimed it wouldn’t do anything, and that he didn’t want a girlfriend anyway.

“Nonsense, of course you do.” You pressed.

“Not really…” He mumbled quietly.

“What guy wouldn’t want a girlfriend?”

“This one.”

“But Canada…” You whined, holding on to his arm.

You were currently at his house, playing with Kumajirou while in Canada’s room and still trying to convince him. “This is bad, you know.” You warned; the small, talking bear sliding off your lap.

“What is?” He asked, while Kumajirou echoed cutely with, “Yeah, what is?”

You grinned. Canada had already become one of your closest friends within the last three days—that you couldn’t deny. He was sweet, kind, and cute. But you had to tell him about what you scheduled. “I already planned a date for you.”

His eyes instantly widened in surprise, while the remote dropped from his fingers. “You what?” He tried to raise his voice, but it stayed in that same quiet monotone.

You giggled, “Tonight you’ll be meeting Hungary for dinner.”

He was silent for a moment, and you hoped that he wouldn’t have a heart attack.

“…_____!” He whined, burying his face in a Canadian-flag pillow.

You smiled at his cuteness. “Hey, it’s alright, Canada. She won’t bite. I promise.” You tried to remove the pillow from his face, but he held it tight. You sighed and sat down on the bed next to him, gently patting his back in the most comforting way you could manage.

He kept his face down, “I don’t wanna…”

“It’ll be fun.” You brought him back up, sat cross-legged so you were face-to-face with him, and smiled softly.

He smiled back, his sad blue eyes radiating internal pain for the both of you. “But I thought…” He began.

“Hm?” You tilted your head, and he couldn’t help but think you looked cute.

A pink blush dusted across his cheeks as he looked away, embarrassed. “-I thought… you and I were going to hang out tonight…?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You were supposed to stay with him all day today, and maybe even spend the night. He enjoyed your company very much and treasured it closely. “Oh, yeah… But, don’t you want to know what a date is like? You’ll have fun, I promise.”

He frowned a bit, “Do you really want me to go?” He asked softly, as if it was your decision.

You nodded.

“Well…” He looked down, his hair shading his eyes from your view, “I guess I’ll go if you really want me to.”

Some hours later, you were still at Canada’s house. You were pacing back and forth, stopping to cross your arms and tap your foot, then sighing and beginning to pace again. This cycle repeated more times than you cared to remember.

You were in the hallway to his front door, and glanced up at the clock. He should’ve been here by now. You had never felt more anxious in your entire life; you just wanted to know how it went already.

You recalled how he acted before meeting up with his date—he was a nervous wreck. Maybe he had so much fun that he lost track of time?

Kumajirou appeared before you, “Are you still waiting for him?”

You nodded without looking at him.

“Maybe he loves Hungary.”

You snorted. “Yeah, right. He wouldn’t fall for her that soon.”

The chibi brown bear shrugged, and left the room.

All he did was make you more agitated. You scoffed, and plopped down on the couch. Though your pounding heart and pumping adrenaline wouldn’t allow it.

You stood back up, and briefly remembered the hour before he left. You’d been digging through his closet, holding up different outfits. You could’ve sworn he took longer to pick than a girl would.

You chuckled, thinking back some more. He was blushing madly the entire time you got him ready. You tried brushing his hair, but he wouldn’t allow it. He said he couldn’t risk you touching his curl. And that he liked his hair the way it already was. He nearly choked on the cologne you sprayed on him, and he kept un-tucking his shirt; though you scolded him each time you caught him in the act.

You grinned. You’d had a lot of fun helping him get ready. You could tell he wasn’t used to preparing for things like this.

Just as you began giggling at the memories, you heard a door unlock.

You turned towards the front doorway, and saw Canada run in. “Hey, are you alright?”

He was breathing heavy, and slammed the door shut as soon as he was inside. He leaned his back against the door, and tried to catch his breath. “… No…” He panted. You noticed him immediately lock the door.

You quickly made your way over to him, a hint of surprise on your face. “What happened?”

“She…” He panted some more, holding his hand over his heart. “… is the devil.”

You snorted, “What?” You felt yourself grinning.

He removed his back from the door, and faced you. “She would not stop talking. All she did was talk. I couldn’t keep up. In fact, I barely got a word in,”

You giggled. “She can be like that. But… are you serious? Not even a word?”

He nodded frantically, “Yes!” He paused, and looked down. His cheeks tinted pink as he nearly whispered, “You know how quiet I can be.”

You smiled apologetically; at the moment you were unsure of what to say.

He sighed, and moved forward. You sucked in a deep breath when you felt him hug you. “Canada?”

He kept his arms wrapped around your shoulders, and stayed silent for a moment. “… Dates are scary.” He whimpered sadly.

You chuckled slightly, and pulled him away so you could see his face. “I made you pancakes earlier. Want some?”

His face instantly lit up. “Oh, of course!” You smiled at his excitement. “_____... you’re the best. Thank you…” He whispered, avoiding eye contact. You could see from the side of his face that he was smiling; his famous blush there as always.

After he had some chocolate-chip pancakes with extra maple syrup and a glass of milk, you could tell he was feeling much better. “Canada?”

He looked up from the sink, throwing his dishes into it. “Yes?”

You shifted around on his couch. There had been one question that was gnawing at the back of your mind since he came home. “…Are you sad that your date with Hungary didn’t go well?” You asked quietly after a few moments.

He didn’t seem fazed by your question, “No. I was just traumatized, is all…” He mumbled. He then made his way over to the living room to sit with you.

“Really? Because I had a couple other girls in mind for you…”

-xXx-

A few weeks later, you sat at your house. You felt somewhat confused, nervous, and anxious. Now was the time you’d been planning for.

It had taken you a while to convince Canada to go on another date—but you somehow managed when you told him how kind and motherly Ukraine was.

He reluctantly agreed, saying he only would if you spent the night at his house the following day. You told him of course, and so later that evening, he went on his second date.

This time, if possible, he came home in an even worse state than he was when he went out with Hungary. When you tried to ask him about it, he said he didn’t want to talk about it.

It had taken you three days, but you finally got it out of him.

He said she’d started talking about video games, and so he asked her what kind she liked. That turned out to be a big mistake, because she was obsessed with horror guro.

Just the fact that he was in the same room as someone who liked guro was enough to creep him out. The fact that he was currently on a date with her didn’t make things go better either.

He’d come home early from that date, pretty shaken up.

You promised him that with one more date, he’d finally fall in love. It took longer to convince him, but he finally cracked when you brought out your newest weapon—the puppy-dog eyes.

Well… his date with Liechtenstein didn’t go so well either.

Turns out, he’d accidentally spilled maple syrup all over her, and she freaked out. She left immediately, crying for her big brother Switzerland.

When he got home from his third failed date, he sincerely apologized to you. He said he couldn’t do anything right; that all you did for him went to waste.

You tried to convince him that he wasn’t a failure- like he’d continuously called himself- and that you weren’t angry at him. He thought otherwise, and feared you were secretly getting tired of him.

That night, he cried. You held onto him, hugging him tight. You whispered you’d never think lowly of him; that you cared for him no matter what.

He thought you’d hate him if he didn’t have at least one good date. He wanted to make you happy. He wanted you to be proud of him.

“Shh, don’t cry.” You’d told him, as he held onto you. All the lights in his house were off, and you could barely see him, but you could feel his presence intensely. You weaved your fingers through his soft hair, careful to avoid his curl. He feels so warm… you’d thought to yourself. He makes me feel like I never want to let go.

When you finally pulled away, you looked him straight in the eye, and said: “Well, looks like I’m the only one left. You can’t mess up a date with me, can you?”

He was speechless. You didn’t have to tell him twice. Unlike all his other dates, he agreed instantly. Eager, you could even say.

And now here you were, sitting at your house. You were supposed to be getting ready for the date in about an hour or so.

Everything will be fine… you told yourself as you began walking to your room.

“Canada, you’re so cute!” You squealed as you walked into the movie theaters with him.

He blushed again, looking down. A shy smile was on his lips.

“I never thought you could be so sneaky…” You commented, grinning.

He didn’t have enough money for an extra-large popcorn, so he’d used his ‘cute charm’ to convince the female clerk to give it to him anyway. Much to your surprise, it had worked perfectly. She blushed and looked into his huge blue eyes, and accidentally let out an ‘Awww!’. She then gave him the size, unable to resist his cuteness.

The movie wasn’t starting for another half hour, so you and Canada played around in the arcade for a while. He was surprisingly good at shooting games, which you’d always thought America was better at.

“America’s not really the best at everything, like he says he is.” He said; his eyes on the game as he got headshot after headshot.

You giggled, “You’re better.”

His eyes immediately widened in shock, and he accidentally dropped the gun. A soldier attacked him, and he instantly lost. The crash of the arcade gun falling to the ground echoed throughout the area, and he blushed bright red. “You… really think I’m better than America?” He asked in quiet disbelief.

“Of course. You’re cute and nice. America’s hyper and crazy,”

His face flushed to an even darker shade of red. “N-No one’s ever told me that before…” He mumbled, too shy to make eye contact.

You latched onto his arm, and snuggled into him. He stiffened for a moment, but soon smiled and side-hugged you closer. “Come on, the movie’s about to start.”

During the horror movie you’d picked, he jumped more at the suspenseful parts than you did, but still put his arm around you for comfort. He was so shy about it and you could tell it took a lot of self-convincing to do it.

At dinner, you found it adorable how he poured maple syrup on everything. Literally, everything. He even offered you some from his mini bottle of it, but you politely declined.

“That was so much fun, Canada.” You told him while walking home. Though it had felt more like two friends hanging out rather than an actual date.

He looked down at the cement, the breezy night air blowing his bangs from his face. He didn’t speak for a few moments. “…Did you really take this as a serious, romantic date?” He asked curiously, his cheeks burning.

His voice was barely audible, but you managed to catch enough of his sentence to understand what he was asking. You looked up at him, and saw he was being completely serious.

In fact, you’d never seen him look so serious. He was always cheerful, no matter how little people noticed him.

“Ha… did you want me to take it seriously?” You teased.

He blushed even harder. “Yes.”

“Did you want me to have fun?”

“… Of course,”

You grinned, and began to feel giddy.

He looked directly at you. “Did you have fun with me tonight?”

You finally got to your front door. You slowly nodded, “Yes.”

He looked a bit surprised, and then smiled the biggest smile you’d ever seen on him. Blushing again, he nearly whispered, “I hope you can go on another date with me sometime…” He slowly leaned in, twitching nervously, and gave you a soft kiss on your cheek.

Before you could say anything, he turned and began walking away. His back was to you until he got about six or seven feet away. There, he paused and slowly turned his head to the side. “All this time, I… only wanted you. Just… you.” He then ran off into the night.

You smiled. Mission accomplished.

Of course, how else were you supposed to get him to confess? You knew he was too shy to ask you for a date on his own.

So you had to set up this whole plan, with all these crazy tactics, and various people to get it to happen.

You sigh happily, and walk inside your house. You needed to thank the girls for participating, even though they were the ones who volunteered to do this for you.

It was mostly Hungary, Ukraine, and Liechtenstein who came up with the idea. They knew you playing matchmaker would eventually lead to a date with Canada—after many failed ones, of course. So they purposely bombed their dates with him.

After all, practically everyone in the World knew Canada had a thing for you. Since always. But that he was much too shy to say anything.

You noticed all the time, plus how he was practically invisible when he wasn’t either watching you lovingly or being mistaken for America.

Once you got inside your house, you squealed like an obsessive fangirl and plopped down on your couch, giggling with happiness. It had finally happened. Who knows when it would have if your friends hadn’t come up with this little scheme.

Sometimes… shy guys like Canada just needed a little push.

A.N.: Different, I know.

I wasn’t sure what you’d think about this… I mean like, the reader’s character is planning something but the reader herself doesn’t know till the end… Ha…

THAT IS SO ME XD

I mean to write a one-shot like that. You know, not let you understand or know all that you’re thinking/planning in the story. ;0 Anyways, I hope you liked this chapter. I don’t think it’s one of my best works, but then again, Canada was pretty hard to write for. Hopefully I’ll be able to come up with a better idea for him some other time. Until then, see ya! Don’t forget to comment, maple leaf~!