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You mumbled foul words into the fabric of your pillow, pulling your legs up to your chest. Your aching stomach swirled and growled, causing you to whimper in pain. Your monthly abdominal pains were usually bad, but this was terrible; it felt like someone was slicing you in two. You sighed and stretched out your legs, but the sharp pain in your stomach returned, earning a pained whimper from your lips.

“Mattie,” you whimpered, lightly poking Canadian boyfriend with your foot. Matthew’s gaze flickered away from his book and connected with yours. He gave you a sympathetic smile, leaning over and placing his warm lips on your sweaty forehead.

“I feel like I’m dying,” you complained, snuggling into the crook of his neck. His warm, sweet smell filtered through your nostrils, distracting you briefly from the stabbing pain in your gut.

“It must be terrible,” Matthew whispered sympathetically. You nodded quickly, a scowl plastered to your face.

“It’s torture! Why do woman have to go through this anyway? Men should be the ones to...”

Matthew nodded slowly, listening to your constant babbling about life not being fair. He wanted to help, he really did! He just didn’t know how. Will going for a walk help? Or maybe getting your favourite food will enlighten your mood?

“Mattie?” you whined, breaking Matthew away from his deep thoughts. “I need a cuddle.”

Matthew smiled softy at your pained face, a small pink blush spreading across his cheeks. You sighed as he took you in his arms, the piercing pain still not fading from your sore stomach. You buried your face into his warm chest.

His sweet smell filled your nostrils again. Matthew really was an amazing boyfriend to you. He always got up early and cooked your breakfast; always making your favourite dinner when you’d had a bad day, and here he was right now, trying to help you with your period pains. He really couldn’t get any better.

“________?”

“Mm?” you replied into his chest.

“Would you like some chocolate?”

”Oh God, yes. Yes!” you cried, your voice muffled by his chest. Matthew chuckled at your reaction, he voice vibrating his chest and tickling your nose. He leaned back, softly pulling away from the embrace.

“How does chocolate cake sound?”

“That sounds fan-freaking-tastic,” you preached. Matthew’s eyes lit up with your response, his adorable smile growing and dimpling his soft cheeks.

“Okay,” he said simply. He placed one last kiss on your forehead, before tip toeing slowly out of the dark bedroom, leaving you alone. No words could describe how amazing your Mattie was. Really, who gets up at Midnight and makes his PMSing girlfriend chocolate cake? He deserves a medal.

You pulled the warm bed sheets up over your head with a happy sigh. Matthew does know how to make a delicious cake, and hopefully it will distract you from your piercing abdominal pains. Hopefully.

Clenching your eyes shut, you tried your hardest to imagine the soft, moist cake in your mouth. The sweet taste thrilling your sensitive taste buds. The brown, fluffy mixture warming your tummy. Your stomach pains slowly beginning to fade...

You snuggled deeper into your soft sheets, sleep beginning to overtake your thoughts. You sighed, your mind on the verge on unconsciousness. Just a little more peaceful silence and you would be in dreamland. Just a bit longer, and the pain will be gone, and you’ll have chocolate cake all over your face.

Just a big longer...

A quick stabbing pain entered your stomach, causing your eyes to snap open. A scowl twisted your face and a frown twitched your brows down. You roughly kicked the bed sheets off your tender body, the cool air of the bedroom washing over your hot skin.

You clenched the bed sheets in your roughly hands, twisting your legs in pain. You couldn’t take this anymore. You needed medicine. You needed pills. You didn’t care what kind of pills; you’d take anything to get rid of this torturous pain.

You slowly sat up, but something unexpected and dark stood out against the white sheets of your bed. You reached over and clicked your lamp on, its warm and familiar light flooding the room. You blinked back at that spot.

“Oh no...” you whispered, your brows twitching slightly in frustration. That crimson stain was unmistakably blood. Your once beautiful, crisp, white bed sheets were now stained. What will Matthew think? You must get rid of that stain before he comes back and—

“_____?” a soft voice called from the doorway. Your vision snapped up from the stain to your innocent boyfriend. Matthew’s gaze slowly flickered down from you to the bright red stain.

Shit.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, trying to cover the stain. A blood-like blush spread across your cheeks and made camp on your ears. Matthew smiled at your flushed face, those small dimples in his cheeks reappearing.

“Don’t be embarrassed _______, you can’t help it,” he said softly, voice just above a whisper. “I’ll wash the sheets, don’t worry about it.”

You smiled at your loving boyfriend. He had always been so kind to you, even the on the first day you met. He was so shy and adorable; you just wanted to eat him up. You never thought he would be here today, making you chocolate cake in his pyjamas, and offering to clean up your period stain.

“Thank you Mattie,” you sighed, watching as he took a comfortable seat next to you. You leaned your head on his soft shoulder. “You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Matthew’s heart sped up at your words, that adorable pink blush returning on his cheeks.

“I-I am?”

“Mm,” you hummed, softly poking his cheek. Matthew blinked and turned to face you, his soft, pink lips looking more delicious and inviting than ever. You just couldn’t resist. You gently leaned forward, your lips pressing up against his and your eyes flickering shut.

That familiar, sweet taste filled your mouth, and a smile tugged on your lips. Matthew smiled into the soft kiss. You never wanted this kiss to end. Yes, you had kissed him plenty of times, but he just tasted so amazing. Suddenly, Mattie’s eyes shot open as he quickly pulled away from the kiss. You pouted.

“Oh! And your chocolate cake is ready,” he said excitingly, but his voice was still soft and quiet. You smiled and leaped at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck.

“Mattie, you really are the best boyfriend anyone could ever have,” you giggled, snuggling again into his neck. Matthew pulled you up softly, his warm, soft lips connecting with yours again. You giggled into the kiss and nibbled softly on his bottom lip.. The kiss was so slow and peaceful, another reason why you loved Matthew. He was just so perfect.

“Now,” you said, pulling away from the kiss, “It’s time to stuff my face with chocolate cake!”

~Timeskip~

You pushed the now empty plate away from you, an enormous smile stretched on your face.

“Marry me.”

“What?” Matthew choked.

“Marry me,” you said simply, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows. You pursed your lips to keep the laughter from spilling. Matthew wasn’t really good at telling a joke from a sentence. You thought it was hilarious really.

“O-okay, ________.”

“And have my babies.”

“What!” Matthew choked, his face clearly surprised. You pursed your lips even tighter, the laughter brewing in your chest.

“I do love you, b-but aren’t we a little young to start thinking about that?!”

“Oh Mattie,” he giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder. “This is yet another reason why I love you so much.”

“I love you too, ______. I really do,” Matthew said sweetly.

“Now,” you commanded, “get your adorable Canadian ass into bed so I can cuddle it!”

“Whatever you say,” Matthew chuckled quietly. You patted your stomach, a smile spreading across your face. The pain was gone.

Matthew’s delicious chocolate cake really was the best cure for period pains.

No pain and free chocolate cake each month? Sounds like a plan to you. Sounds like an brilliant plan!
Requested by my 300th watcher :iconamar8910: who wanted a fluffy Canada x Reader! I'm sorry for the late update and shitty story, I've been stuck for ideas and I've been really busy with school, etc. Anyway, I hope you like it.

This is such a short story. I am ashamed of myself. *Sits in corner*

That cover picture also has nothing to do with the story, but eh, it looks cool. I do NOT own it. You can find it here ~ www.zerochan.net/1478044

I do not own Hetalia or Canada. (But I wish I did! //shot)

I own you. :iconepicstareplz:
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AlexandiraReneeWhite Featured By Owner 1 day ago  Hobbyist Interface Designer
**Alex's friend**

I'd actually let you and Mattie own me than my parents. They suck.
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VioletDahKitteh Featured By Owner 2 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
Omg... I hate life right nowwwwwwww.... Painssssssssssss!!! Urg... It's hard being a woman... 

Oh god the "I own you" thing scared the sh*t out of me...
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PrussiasKitten Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New member Hobbyist General Artist
I wish I had a boyfriend. Especially one who would be like Mattie. Although, I had one friend who would rub my back and bring me sour candies during such troubling times. Then he transferred because he didn't like my town. Now I have no one to help me. T^T
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NarutoFan2810 Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist General Artist
I wish I had a boyfriend like Mattie...^^;

Although I do have an amazing best friend who, not only walked me home because of my period pains. He gave me some cold water to put on my stomach to try and help my pains while walking me home. So I am thankful for him :)
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Ray711 Featured By Owner 5 days ago  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Oh, so you own me? Eh. I can deal with that. I'm already owned by i-dont-know-how-many-people-mostly-my-fictional-fandom-boyfriends....

READER-CHAN, YOU'RE LUCKY!
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MyDepictionOfFiction Featured By Owner 4 days ago  New member
Same. Even my OC is owned by Oz and Kiwi. Quite literally, she was raised by them.
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Ray711 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
My Oc, Greenland, was raised by Denmark. But that's because she was related to him. She calls him idiot Dane, idiot big brother, or stupid, but, y'know.
And she was raised by the Nordics.
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MyDepictionOfFiction Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New member
I couldn't think of a country that wasn't canon, so I created my own!
Name: Notiana
Location: An island between Australia, New Zealand and Papua New Guinea
History: The Aboriginal people escaped to this island after the British came to Australia, and their land was taken from them. They were then looked after by the New Zealand Government. After these people got better rights in Australia, the Australian and New Zealand Governments decided that they would look after this country together, until Notiana declared independence in 1967. When it was declared a country, many people moved there as refugees after the Second World War, because of its neutrality and because of its warm climate.
Personality: Good at sailing (the original inhabitants had to sail there) , doesn't take sides, loves nature (the aborigines only took what they needed from the world), good at camping, kind of hyper, free thinking, creative, lazy, ADHD. (Note: Because of the many different nationalities that migrated there, some of these personality traits are taken from other countries)
Appearance: Blue eyes, short brown hair, freckles, pale skin, short.
Uniform: Camouflage pants, elbow-length dark green top, black cap, Notiana's flag sewn over heart on the shirt.
Skills: Sailing, music, boomerang throwing, writing, painting
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Ray711 Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New member Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Hm. I'll tell you my oc when you're not lazy.
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MyDepictionOfFiction Featured By Owner 3 days ago  New member
Puh-lease. Nobody, either me or my OCs, is ever not lazy. 
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