Canada x Reader: Breaking Ice
White. The bright, piercing white light makes its way into the bedroom, creeps over to your bed and gently brings you back to reality.
Disappointed, you get up from your bed and groggily mosey your way to the window, as you do every morning. That night, you had dreamed of your best friend, Matthew, which was odd, seeing as you had no feelings for him. Could your subconscious be telling you otherwise? Brushing off that possibility, you realize that a thick layer of snow had fallen, freezing the lake behind your neighborhood.
Suddenly, a phone rings, interrupting your thoughts.
"H-hello?"
"_! I-it's Matthew. I was w-wondering if maybe you wanted to g-go play hockey on the lake l-later today. I d-don't know if you saw, but it's f-frozen and it seems pretty thick, so we should be able to play w-without breaking the ice. I m-mean, if it's o—"
"Sure", you chuckle. Even after all these years, Matt was still just as shy as when you first met him. "What time is good for you? I can be there in half an hour."
"Th-that's good. See you th-then, _!"
Putting down the phone, you get ready for your get-together. Even though you didn't like him other than as a friend, you make sure to look nice for Matthew… Before realizing you were going to play hockey. What's the point of putting all of that effort into looking nice when the game will prevent him from noticing you? Pity, the new mascara sitting on your dresser looks quite tempting. Wait, what? Chasing the odd ideas out of your mind, you finish preparing for the game.
Soon enough, half an hour had passed and you were waiting for your friend at the lake, adrenaline pumping in your veins. This would be the time you finally beat him at hockey.
"Mattie! Over here! You ready for the game of a lifetime?"
"Y-yeah! I'm totally gonna kick your butt, _!"
"Big talk for you, Matt!"
Despite his shyness, Matthew's always extremely competitive when it comes to hockey, and seeing him this outgoing is pretty funny.
"I-It's on!" your best friend beams confidently. You're ready to win against him, once and for all.
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It's a tie game, six to six. Whoever scores the next goal will win. As you glide across the lake, the heel of your skate makes contact with the ice, making a crack in its smooth surface.
Heading no attention to the flaw, you keep on going, faster and fast—
"_, watch out!"
Before you can intake what Matthew said, you find yourself shivering in the frozen lake. The crack in the ice must have given way with your weight.
As your thoughts are filled with ice, you slip in and out of consciousness. The last things you see before blacking out into the depths of the freezing water are the worried violet eyes of your best friend, tears cascading down his face before falling onto your own.
To be continued...