2p!Canada x reader-what happened to you ch.5

"What?! What, do you suggest I do?! I don't fucking know anymore!", he argued.

"Just go back to normal then!"

"No! Fuck that! I'm not going back to being a damn priss! You two might been fine with me being a fucking girl but I'm not!"

"Mathew! (name), is scared of you! Either you change back or she's gonna dump your ass!", Alfred yelled at him while holding his stomach.  Mathew kicked him in his face.

"Watch your damn mouth...whatever", Mathew threw his hockey stick down on the floor and walked off to his room.

 You were at your house, on the phone with your unlikely friend, Francis. You two have been talking ever since the first time you called him. You would talk for hours, laughing and talking about art.

"It's pretty cool talking to you", you giggled.

"Oh, now it's cool"

"Yeah since you're not close enough to be grabbing on my ass every ten seconds, I can actually have a conversation without saying, 'you damn pervert! I'll kill you!' after every other sentence", you rolled your eyes.

"Anyway, What happened to that boyfriend of yours? I don't think he would like it if you were talking to me"

"...Oh! You mean Mathew! Oh! Um...", you stopped after your phone was informing you that you had a call waiting.

 "Speaking of him, that is him calling me right now...I'mma um...a-answer it...h-hold on", you hesitated before clicking over. "H-hi Mathew"

"I need you to come over", he stated.

"N-now?"

"No. Next week. Yes now"

"O-ok! I'm on my way right now, ok?!", you jumped alittle before answering.

"Just...hurry up...", he commented before hanging up. The phone clicks back over.

"U-uh, Francis?...I have to go, but when I call you back...I...I-I want to ask you something, ok?"

"Eh? Ok I guess. Whatever you want"

"Thanks, bye", you hang up, smiling and blushing, before preparing to head over to Mathew's house.

"He thinks he can just tell me what to do. He's so rude! I hate him like this...it's just stupid...", you talk to yourself while getting dress. 

"Why would he even want to be like this?...Like one of those freaking jerks! I always thought Mattie was better than that...I always liked him because...he was so different...he had such an open and creative mind frame...and a sweet, shy personality. Why would he want to change that?! It makes no sense!...Whatever it's not going to matter to me soon...I'm sorry Alfred but...I'm going to break up with him today and move on with the rest of my life!", you discuss and confirm with yourself.

   You fix your hair in the mirror before grabbing your keys. You jog to your car and start the drive to Matt's house. When you pull up, you take a deep breath. You remove the key from the ignition,exit your car, and proceeded to knock on the door.

"Mathew?", you said while waiting at the door. The door opened and you saw Alfred.

"Hey (name). Come in", he invited you inside and closed the door behind you.

"So, um. Where's Mathew? Do you know why he invited me over?", you asked. Alfred sat at the kitchen table and pointed towards the hall. You turn around and Mathew's cuddling his old bear with his glasses and a red sweater on.

"H-hey (name)", he shyly whispered. You just stood there. Speechless. You didn't know what to do or say.

"U-uh...M-Mathew?...W-what...what are you trying to do?"

"You like me better like this, right?", he slowly starts to make his way towards you. "I'm trying to be what you want me t-"

"Stop", you cut him off. "Stop it...Stop! You're confusing me! Why are you doing this?! Are you just trying to fuck with me now?!"

"Uh! N-no! I-I'm just trying to be what you want (name)! I-I love you a-and I just want to keep you", he grabs your hand and gazes at you.

"You can't just switch personalities like that!", you pull away from him. " I-I...I don't know what to do anymore!...Why would you even do something like this?! I'm not taking this! I-I'm breaking up with you Mathew!"

"(name)! Please don't! Y-you can't! I-I love you s-so much"

"I loved you too, Mattie...Just the way you were...so why did you have to change so drastically, all of a sudden?", you calm your voice and ask him gently. He softly sighs and looks away from you.

"...You wouldn't understand"

"...I thought I was the one who understood you the most. I thought we were so close, that we could pretty much tell eachothers thoughts"

"Well that's boring and predictable..."

"...Well I guess me leaving you is something new", you stormed your way to the door before Mathew stepped infront of you, blocking your dramatic exit. "What the hell! You ruined my dramatic exit!"

"Wait...Name three things you liked about me"

 

Alfred was in the living room, when he heard one of the door down the hall open. He didn't pay it too much notice. Soon following, he heard a distressed sigh behind him. When he turned around, he saw Mathew holding his old stuffed polar bear. He knew if he laughed, Mathew would beat his ass...but he just had to.

"Shut the hell up, asshole!", Mathew yelled at him and he just fell on the floor from laughing too hard.

"What are you doing with Kumajiro?!"

"I-I just found him with my old clothes...and my glasses in my closet, in a box I marked 'burn and let hell deal with it'", he answered.

"You still have that stuff?"

"Yeah...I bet (name) would like to see this stuff again...So I'mma bout to go burn this stuff. You got a lighter on you?"

"What?! Why? You just said she would like it"

"Exactly. Why should I? It's her own damn fault I'm like this", he noted and sat on the arm of the couch.

"How?", Alfred asked.

"All she would say about me is that I was 'shy' or 'sweet' or like 'cute' or some shit like that. Those were like the first three words that would come to her head when she thought of me. Anything she said about me, related to those three words. I started to think about it before she told me she was leaving. When she left me...it...clicked...I didn't mean for it to go this far. I just wanted to change alittle...but then I got in all those fights...and it was so fucking fun to see those punk bitches beg in pain...and fear", Mathew started smirking and looked over towards Alfred who started shaking. "Do you know how fun that is?"

"C-can you get back to um...t-the story"

"Yeah well anyway. When (name) got back, I just wasn't going to tell her too much about it. Then you had to run yo loud ass mouth. So I don't know anymore", he glared over at Alfred.

"My fault"

"Whatever. I don't even know why I like her so much. I can get any girl to just call me cute and shy. I don't know why I care when she says it"

"W-well I would give my opinion but you'd probably just beat me up"

"Well if it's something stupid, I'll just mildly beat ya ass, so go ahead"

"I Think...you should just go back to normal and see what (name) says. I'm sure she had more reasons to like you. You should ask her", he suggested and Mathew punched him in his face.

"That's...pretty cool"

"Then why did you punch me?!"

"I had a feeling you would say some dumb shit and I already had it ready but yeah, I'mma do that now"

~Back to now!~

"Well...you were really sweet to me. You were really shy too and I thought that was pretty cute"

"I knew it...bitch",Mathew mumbled and walked away to go down the hall.

"What did you just fucking call me?! Nu-uh! Stay right there!", you grab his shoulder and throw him against the wall, causing him to drop his teddy. 

"What more do you fucking want?! Ok! Ok! I liked how you would always support me! You would open my mind to help me see the bigger picture! Creativity! Now! Now you're just trying to make me fucking insane you idiotic piece of shit! Damn! You're going to make me just...snap!", you screamed and punched the wall, your fist was only inches away from hitting him.

"That was a good answer", he tells you. You smile alittle and look down at his shoes.

"Thanks...Mattie", you tease and kiss his cheek lightly.

"Whatever (name)", he chuckled before kissing you and you giggled.

"...The fuck just happened? Now there's a hole in the wall and I'm going to have to fix that", Alfred complained.

"Stop your bitching alright?", Mathew sighed and hit the wall.

"Fuck! Again?! Really?!"

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                                                               ~Anyway so like 2 weeks later~

So any who, you and Francis turned out to be awesome best friends, from long distance. You never ever wanted to go back there because that surprisingly nice friendship would probably go awfully down hill, plus you're letting him keep his life. Mathew would have attempted to kill him. You wouldn't want that to happen.