Canada x Reader – Stand Up
You looked at the violet eyed boy a couple of lockers down from yours. He was so shy and constantly getting harassed by the most ignorant, narcissistic, self-centered, moronic group of low life douche bags you've ever known, The Bad Touch Trio.
Oh speak of the devils...
"Hey, Matthew," Gilbert sneered, "Vhere's my homevork?"
The quiet blonde sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Listen to the awesome me when I'm talking to you!"
You were fed up with this and were getting more and more frustrated by the ever-slowing second. It was time you stood up for him. It was clear no one else wanted to risk their popularity on it.
"Give it up, you albino German," you yelled. To many, that didn't seem bad, but you knew the combination of the two pissed Gilbert off.
"Vhat did you say, frau?" Gilbert asked in disbelief. The girl he had been falling for and flirting nonstop with had just insulted him.
"Yeah, chica," Antonio called, "you wanna repeat that?"
You sighed. "You aren't making yourself look any more awesome by bullying Matthew," you sneered. "If you ask me, I think it only makes you look like the jerk you are. And, Toni, Francis, stop treating Gilbert like he's your mommy and makes all the decisions for you two." You looked to Matthew then Francis. "Francis, Matt is your brother. You know this is wrong. Stand up, and voice it."
"Oui," he sighed. "You are very right. Gilbert, zhis is a worthless effort. Matthew is too nice to be doing zhis too."
"Toni," you said, looking to the olive eyed Spaniard, "Stand up. You would do it for Lovino. What's the difference in doing it for Matthew?"
"Si," he said. "Amigo, it needs to stop."
Gilbert huffed and stomped away, mumbling something about not being awesome.
"So not awesome," you said so Gilbert could hear and laughed. "You okay, Matt?"
"Yeah," he smiled. "Thanks for...standing up." He kissed your cheek.
The audience in the hall displayed their thought of "aww"...except for Francis.
"Matthew!" he yelled. "You are a disappointment! You're 'alf French! Show it." The Canadian laughed.
"How should I kiss her?" he laughed. "Like this?"
He pulled you in quickly, lips locked on yours. One of his hands was on the back of your head, and the other on the small of your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck as the crowd catcalled.
"Now, zat is more like it," Francis said triumphantly.