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One winter morning, a little blonde boy stared wide-eye out the window. Snow covered the ground, the treetops, everything. He threw on his big puffy coat, his mittens, and winter boots and when out to play in the snow. He opened the back door and then remembered the lake that wasn't completely frozen. He closed the door and then walked in the opposite direction of the lake. Once he was certain he was far enough away from the lake, he started to play.
He ran around making footprints in the snow. Jumping and running. He started clumping snow together, making a snowman. He used rocks for the eyes, nose, and mouth and sticks for the hands. He wanted the snowman to look like his papa, so he went to look for twigs he can use as papa's long hair. He walked around and found a couple, picking them up one by one. But something caught his eye. Paw prints. He wasn't sure what animal they were from but he followed them anyway.
He followed the prints to a blueberry bush. There were smushed blueberries on the ground.
"It must have stopped to eat here." he thought. He followed the prints some more. This time they led to another bush.
"But this bush is empty." he thought. "Why would it stop here?"
He followed the tracks behind the bush and crinkled his nose at the droppings he saw. He carefully walked around the poop and continued to follow the paw prints. He walked and walked and walked until he found himself at the edge of the lake. He stopped and took a step back. He wanted to keep following the paw prints but he knew he would be in trouble if he continued onto the lake. So, he turned around and started to walk away, when he heard a cry. He turned around a saw a little white polar bear standing in the middle of the lake. He dropped the twigs and started toward the lake to go help the bear but stopped when he realized if he walked on the partially frozen lake, he might crack the ice and they both might fall in.
He knelt at the edge of the lake and called to it.
"Come here." The bear took one step and heard cracking sounds and stopped. He called again.
"It's okay. Just walk slowly." The bear hesitated but took another step.
"Good job." The bear took a couple more steps.
"Your almost here." it walked the last couple steps then leaped into the little boy's arm's.
"You did it!" he hugged the bear and stood up with the bear in his arms.
"Do you want to go home with me?"
The bear replied, "Who?"
The boy was surprised the bear talked to him but then he smiled and said, "I'm Canada."
He ran around making footprints in the snow. Jumping and running. He started clumping snow together, making a snowman. He used rocks for the eyes, nose, and mouth and sticks for the hands. He wanted the snowman to look like his papa, so he went to look for twigs he can use as papa's long hair. He walked around and found a couple, picking them up one by one. But something caught his eye. Paw prints. He wasn't sure what animal they were from but he followed them anyway.
He followed the prints to a blueberry bush. There were smushed blueberries on the ground.
"It must have stopped to eat here." he thought. He followed the prints some more. This time they led to another bush.
"But this bush is empty." he thought. "Why would it stop here?"
He followed the tracks behind the bush and crinkled his nose at the droppings he saw. He carefully walked around the poop and continued to follow the paw prints. He walked and walked and walked until he found himself at the edge of the lake. He stopped and took a step back. He wanted to keep following the paw prints but he knew he would be in trouble if he continued onto the lake. So, he turned around and started to walk away, when he heard a cry. He turned around a saw a little white polar bear standing in the middle of the lake. He dropped the twigs and started toward the lake to go help the bear but stopped when he realized if he walked on the partially frozen lake, he might crack the ice and they both might fall in.
He knelt at the edge of the lake and called to it.
"Come here." The bear took one step and heard cracking sounds and stopped. He called again.
"It's okay. Just walk slowly." The bear hesitated but took another step.
"Good job." The bear took a couple more steps.
"Your almost here." it walked the last couple steps then leaped into the little boy's arm's.
"You did it!" he hugged the bear and stood up with the bear in his arms.
"Do you want to go home with me?"
The bear replied, "Who?"
The boy was surprised the bear talked to him but then he smiled and said, "I'm Canada."
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CanadaxOC: Forever, Maybe Longer
"America
I was wondering
well
people are always mistaking me for you and treat me badly
so" Canada began.
"What?! Sorry, I wasn't really listening! Can you say that again?!" America said with an overly enthusiastic voice.
Canada simply sweatdropped and shyed away
what was the point? He walked out of America's house and headed to a nearby park. He frowned; the people who walked past him never even gave him the smallest of a glance. Sure he was used to going unnoticed but sometimes it still hurt.
Making his way through the park with a saddened expression, which nobody cared about because they didn't notice him
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Goth!Tough!ReaderXCanada (Pt 8)
You woke up around noon, feeling groggy and exhausted. You got up and stretched with your arms over your head. You then walked to your dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans and a (f/c) shirt to wear. After getting dressed you walked out of your room and into the living room. You heard a soft snore from your couch. You remembered that Matthew had stayed over last night. You peeked over the back of the couch to check on him. He was laying on his back, with one arm on his chest and the other stretched over his head, his mouth slightly agape. The blanket you gave him was in the floor, and his glasses were sitting on your coffee table.
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CanadaxReader - Merry Christmas, Mattie.
“Matthew! Wait up!” You called to the blonde boy ahead of you as you attempted to wade through the deep snow.
“S-Sorry (Name)! I thought you would be angry I made you late, so I’m trying to move faster!” He called back to you through chattering teeth.
You smiled to yourself as his quiet voice barely reached your ears. Sweet Mattie.. You were suppose to be going to a Christmas party down the street. The host of the party was to be Alfred Jones, who was a friend of yours and lived right down the street. After requesting that Matthew accompany you, Alfred allowed for the Canadian boy to go too; however, someone to
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Hey! This is the first theme of the 100 theme writing challenge! This is my first time writing a hetalia fanfic so i hope i did a good job.
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This is the cutest story ever!