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"Today is Friday. I have no classes today," you sang happily to yourself, skipping around your apartment. Excited at the prospect of a three day weekend, as you always were, you jumped on the couches in your living room. Nothing was better than being able to choose when you did and didn't have classes. One of the many reasons you preferred college to high school.

A metaphorical light bulb went off over your head. You should take a bath! A bubble bath, at that! You haven't taken one in a long time, and today was the perfect opportunity to relax.

Squealing in delight, you ran to your bedroom and quickly threw off all of your clothes. You didn't even bother grabbing your robe. I mean, you lived by yourself, and it's not like people could just materialize out of nowhere.

You dashed down the hall and into the bathroom, turning on the fan and shutting the door. You quickly plugged the drain and started the hot water. Turning to look at the shelf above the toilet, you debated on which scent to use for the bath. Nodding your head, you grabbed the chocolate strawberry scent and poured a generous amount into the bath. While waiting for the bath to fill, you ran back into the hall to  your storage closet to grab some candles. Then you made your way to your room to grab your radio/CD player and a classical music CD. If you were going to do this thing, you were going to do it right.

You walked back in and set the candles strategically around the room and lit them, before carefully setting up your music. Noticing the water level was pretty high, you shut off the tap and then the lights. You dipped your fingers in and, nodding in satisfaction, slipped into the tub.

You hummed happily. This felt amazing. It was like everything bad in the world just disappeared.

You had only been in the tub a maximum of ten minutes when you heard a crash from your bedroom.

"Oh shit," you murmured. This would happen while you were naked in a bath. Just your luck. You slowly slipped out of the tub and wrapped a towel around yourself. If something happened to you, you weren't going to take it sitting down. You grabbed an old curtain rod that you had forgotten to take out from the room.

"Thank God for forgetfulness," you muttered to yourself. "Maybe I'll just keep this in here from now on." Gently grabbing the doorknob, you twisted it and pulled the door open. You could hear shuffling and some very quiet whispering. But it only sounded like one person, so maybe you'd have a chance against them.

You stalked down the hall, raising the curtain rod over your head. When you reached your bedroom, you leaned around the doorframe and peeked inside. You couldn't get a good enough view, so you raised the rod higher and leapt into the room, bringing the rod down hard on the intruder's head.

That's when you decided to notice that the person looked almost exactly like the Hetalia character, Canada. Scratch that, he was a carbon copy of Canada.

You started feeling nauseous. Shit. What did you just do? This kid might've ended up in here by accident, how you couldn't guess, and you just knocked him out with a pole. Brilliant work, (Name). You slowly lifted him up to lean against your bed before running to the bathroom to get a wet wash cloth. When you returned, the guy was groaning and now had his head in his hands.

You rushed over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. He jumped and opened his eyes, making you gasp. His eyes were so pretty! You didn't think a guy could have such gorgeous eyes.

While you marveled at the stranger's eyes, he couldn't help but notice that you were wearing nothing but a towel. Trying his best not to stare, he looked away, his face, neck, and ears turning red. You noticed the new color his face had adopted and shook yourself out of your thoughts.

"I'm really sorry I hit you. But um, are you okay? Your whole face is red." You calling attention to his blush only made it worse. He shakily pointed a hand at your body.

"Y-y-you're n-not wearing any c-c-cl-clothes," he stuttered out. You glanced down at yourself in confusion, blushed, and ran into your closet. Quickly flinging on some clothes, you hesitantly stepped back out. Now that he was awake, he definitely looked like Canada. He had the curl and everything!

You walked back over and knelt a couple feet away from him.

"So, uh, who are you? And how did you get into my home?"

"M-my name is Matthew Williams. An-and, I d-don't know how I got h-here." You inhaled sharply. Crap on a stick. He might really be Canada.

"Um you…wouldn't be the representation of Canada…would you?" He whipped his head up to look at you.

"H-how do you know about that?!" You frowned and stood up, prepared to get your Hetalia DVDs.

"That's a little, hard to explain. But, uh, you're not in your world anymore." He blankly stared at you for a moment before looking down at his clasped hands.

"I knew I shouldn't have let America mess with England's stuff," he said in that whispery voice of his. You looked down at him in surprise. You had expected him to not believe and want some sort of proof.

"So...you believe me?" you asked. He nodded slowly.

"You believe me?" he asked you. You nodded and sat down.

"You don't seem very surprised that something like this has happened," you stated, tilting your head. He shrugged.

"America was messing around with England's black magic stuff. Anything could have happened. I'm just thankful this was as bad as it got." You nodded in agreement and leaned closer to him.

"Well, since you probably don't have anywhere to stay, you can stay with me as long as you need to." He blushed and looked at you.

"A-are you sure? I don't even know your name." You smacked your forehead.

"Duh! I'm (Full Name). You can call me (Name)," you said holding out a hand. He gently shook it before returning his hand to his lap.

"It's nice to meet you, (N-Name)."

"Likewise. Now come on. Let me get some cream for your head. I'm really sorry I hit you." You stood and offered your hand to him. He grasped it and let you pull him up.

"N-no. I understand why you did it," he said, looking down at you. You titled your head back to look him in the eye.

"Jesus Christ, you're tall," you said, bluntly. He blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. Giggling at how cute he was, you took his hand and led him to the kitchen.


--Timeskip—


You were standing in the kitchen, humming to yourself as you cooked pancakes for you and Matthew. He'd been living with you for just under a year now and you two were inseparable. The only times you were away from each other was when you had to go to class or your job or he had work. You absolutely adored the shy Canadian and really wanted to move your relationship forward. But you weren't sure if he was up to the idea, so you held yourself back.

Matthew had been taking a nap when you decided to make breakfast for dinner, but it didn't take long for him to appear once you started on the pancakes. You laughed as he hovered over you, watching in fascination as you flipped the fluffy pillows of heavenly goodness. He thought your pancakes were second only to his. And that was saying something.

"Can't wait, Mattie?" you teased, taking the pancakes off the griddle and adding more batter on it. He shook his head vigorously.

"Not when it comes to pancakes," he stated. You laughed again and took the last batch off and turned off the stove.

"Well that's everything," you said, adding the pancakes to the delicious looking spread on the table. Matthew was in his seat faster than you could blink, piling pancakes onto his plate. You rushed to your own seat.

"Hey! Leave me some!"

"Whhyy?"

"Cause I cooked them!" You both laughed as he took a couple pancakes and set them on your plate. You thanked him and drizzled maple syrup on yours before handing him the bottle. Just like always, he drowned his pancakes in syrup. You just giggled and began placing some of the other food on your plate before digging in.

Soon enough, the table was empty and you both sighed in contentment. You closed your eyes and rested against the back of your chair. But all of a sudden, you felt a strange pressure on your lips. You opened your eyes to see Matthew kissing you. You jerked back in surprise, unused to such confidence from him.

He just looked at you, before truly realizing what he just did and blushing.

"Y-you had some syrup on your, l-lips," he mumbled, thinking you hadn't liked his kiss. You slowly processed what just happened before putting your hand on his. He glanced at you and you smiled. Slowly, to let him figure out what you were doing, you leaned up and pressed your lips back to his. After a couple seconds, you pulled away, not wanting to take things too far.

He smiled down at you and you grinned, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"I'm really glad I didn't stop America last year, (Name)."

"Why's that?"

"Because I wouldn't have met you."