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Kissing Away the Tears (Canada x Reader)

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Tears formed in your eyes as you sank to the cold, familiar floor of the bathroom. Once again, your classmates had been teasing you, and like many times before, you found yourself hiding here instead of going to lunch like everyone else. You wondered how long it would take for you to recompose yourself enough to reenter the hallways. A few minutes? The whole lunch period? A few sobs escaped from your lips, and you covered your mouth to keep as quiet as possible.

Footsteps began echoing off the tile, and you silenced your whimpering at the sound. A pair of shoes appeared in front of the stall door. You waited, holding your breath, and hoped that whoever it was would leave you in peace. There was a soft knock on the door. “Are you okay?” an equally soft voice asked- a boy’s voice.

“This is the girls’ restroom,” you said, hearing your voice quiver. “You can’t be in here.”

He paused for a moment. “But I heard crying and wanted to make sure you were okay.” His feet shifted uncomfortably at your lack of response. “Please will you let me in?”

You sighed and wiped away the tears on the back of your hand. Clearly you weren’t going to be getting rid of this guy any time soon. You undid the lock and let the door swing open, revealing a boy clad in a bright, red hoodie and holding a sack lunch. There was a small curl of his blond hair that fell in front of his violet eyes, which were hiding shyly behind a pair of glasses.

He gave you a small smile. “Thank you. May I sit down?”

“Sure.” You patted the floor next to you but refused to look at him as he sat down.

After a few moments of silence, he repeated his inquiry. “So what’s wrong?”

“I don’t even know you. Why should I tell you?” you replied, still avoiding his gaze.

He thought for a moment. “Well, my name is Matthew Williams, what’s yours?”

You looked over to see him holding his hand out to you. After realizing that there was no way of getting around it, you gave in and told him your name.

“Nice to meet you.” He shook your hand. “There, now we know each other; now you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“Why do you care so much?”

A shadow fell across his face and the smile he was wearing disappeared. “Because I know what it feels like to be alone. And it doesn’t feel nice.” He was quiet a long while before asking in a barely audible voice, “Are they mean to you too?”

You nodded, feeling fresh tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “They tease me and call me names,” you whispered. “What about you?”

“They ignore me.” You could barely hear his soft voice. “They pretend I’m not there, even when I’m talking to them.”

The two of you sat quietly for a while, the mutual feelings of pain speaking more than actual words ever could. You placed your head on his shoulder, and he reassuringly grabbed your hand. Despite your efforts to suppress the onslaught of emotions, the dam inside of you broke and you cried freely.

“I wish they would stop,” you said, feeling the hot tears roll down your face. “It hurts so much.”

“I know, I know,” he said comfortingly, squeezing your hand lightly.

You buried your face into the sleeve of his hoodie and wept openly. Eventually you felt him shift and then cup your face in his hands. He gently pressed his lips to both of your tear-stained cheeks.

“What was that for?”

He looked at you sincerely. “I was kissing away your tears.”

You looked deeply into his violet eyes and wondered how many tears they had shed. With your hands on his shoulders, you softly kissed his cheeks, just as he had done to you.

A blush spread across the blond boy’s face. “W-what was that for?”

“I was kissing away your tears.”

He stared at you for a moment before pulling you into a hug. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. “Thank you.”

You remained like that for a long time, taking in each other’s comfort. After breaking apart, you gave him a reassuring look which he mirrored.

“How long do you think we have until lunch is over?” you asked, not wanting to leave the safety of his presence.

“Probably not long, but here, you can have some of this.” He reached into his paper bag and pulled out a sandwich. “It’s peanut butter.”

You gratefully took the half he offered you. “It’s sweet,” you said after taking a bite.

“Oh, I put maple syrup on it; it’s my favorite. I hope that’s okay.” He put his head down shyly as his cheeks flushed a soft red.

The lunch bell rang and the deafening roar of students returning to their classrooms could be heard outside the bathroom. The two of you looked at each other with a common desire to spend the rest of the day in the cramped stall. Neither wanted to leave its safety; neither wanted to leave the comfort of the friendship forged here.

“I guess we should get going now,” he said sadly after a few moments. “If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m always here for you.” He stood up.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” you replied, rising from the floor to stand next to him. “And Matthew?”

“Yes?”

You gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks.”

“Any time. And ____?”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.” He returned the smile and left the bathroom, disappearing into the crowd of students.
Hmm, I'm not too sure how I feel about this one. It seems a little rushed to me. But at the same time, if it wasn't rushed, I feel like it would feel too dragged out. (dragged out? drug out? whatever)

Anyway. I wasn't even planning on writing this one for a while. I had wanted to do all of the oneshots in the order that they came into my brain. But then this one started bouncing up and down going, "Ooh! Ooh! Sarah, write me! Write me now!" And, well, what can you do when a story demands to be written? Originally I had planned on going down a slightly more angsty path (if you catch my drift) but then I thought, "Do I really want to do that? No, I don't think so." So I didn't. For now...

As I got into the editing stages of this story, I started thinking how this could be almost a prologue for a bigger story, since it doesn't end with too much romance and stuff and is rather open ended... And as we can see from the above paragraph, I'm not very good at telling myself no... Do you get where this is going? (Don't expect it anytime soon though, I want to get comfortable with writing for this fandom first.)

If you notice any mistakes- grammar, character, or otherwise- please let me know. And if you have any suggestions for how I could improve my writing for this fandom or as a whole I would greatly appreciate it!

Hetalia and all related characters (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
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Peanut butter-maple sandwich

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