2p!Canada! x Germany's Twin Sister!Reader! (RQ)

2p!Canada! x Germany’s Twin Sister!Reader!(RQ)(Pt1)

Warning: Cursing

(a/c)= Anime crush’s name


“Now boarding flight One-twenty-six, I repeat, now boarding flight One-twenty-six”

America was most definitely a long way from Germany, but there was nothing there left for you. You had two brothers, but they had visited the states, and once there they never returned. After finishing off college your more mature yet depressing ‘Prussian’ brother suggested for you to stay with them, which you gladly agreed to.
You saluted your friends, and quickly said your goodbyes before dashing across the airport to the plane terminal. Once the attendant processed your ticket you boarded the terrifying hunk of flying metal. The plane didn’t take off for another thirty minutes since more passengers were boarding, but when the flight did depart you had already fallen asleep.

~~~Time-skip brought to you by America where you can be anything you want…except a hero~~~


You felt your world shaking, or was it more like someone was shoving you?

“Miss, miss, we have arrived, you must exit the plane please” the male flight attendant continued to lightly shake your shoulders.

“No”, you faintly mumbled, “(a/c), don’t touch me there” you giggled.

“Ma’am I am not (a/c) nor would I like to hear your perverse dream” he deadpanned. You shifted in your seat, snuggling into the recliner more, refusing to wake up. As you got more comfortable into your chair you could have sworn you heard footsteps walk away and then re-approach you, but instantly those thoughts washed away when suddenly you felt something freezing, and wet attack you.

“WHAT THE HELL!” you screamed as you rocketed up out the chair.

“Oh, I’m so sorry Miss, I accidently tripped and the water spilled, ah I’m such a klutz” his apologetic smile looked more like a smirk. The glare you gave him could rival England’s, but you ignored him and exited the plane. It took a while to find the conveyer belt that held your luggage, and once there you grabbed your bags and headed outside the airport where your brother -Lutz -would meet you.

Lutz was nowhere in sight, and you’d been looking around for twenty minutes, you were going to give up all hope until you saw a sign that read ‘(f/n), Beilschmidt’. The cardboard sign hung from a hockey stick. The hockey stick was held by a blonde guy who had his hair pulled back in a disheveled low ponytail. It seemed as though he was looking in your direction, but you couldn’t tell since he had dark shades on. You slowly strolled up to the suspicious character, “Ummm, excuse me, are you looking for me?”

His glasses slide down to the bridge of his nose, revealing his violet eyes. He pointed up to the sign, “You her?”

“Yeah, I’m (y/n), and who may you be?” you questioned.

A vain popped out of the blonde’s head as he pulled an index card out of his pocket and began to read it off, “Hi I am your chauffer’s assistant, Mattie-“  He took out a lighter then set fire to the small piece of paper, “Fuck that bitch ass hoser” he grumbled.
“Ok Mattie, did my brother hire you or something?”

“Name’s Matt, don’t call me anything else, and we just owe your brother a favor, so don’t get use to me being around”

“Us?” you questioned. Suddenly you heard a roar of a horn behind you, and swiftly turned around to see an auburn brownish haired male with tanned skin parked in the fire lane.
“What the fuck is taking so long?”

“C’mon, that’s you chauffeur, my dumbass brother” Matt grabbed your bags and threw them in the back of the truck next to an aggressive looking polar bear. You hoisted yourself up to the truck, not questioning the bear, and slid in next to Matt’s brother, then Matt sat beside you.

“Hey doll, name’s Al, I will be your driver, and I except tips,” he smirked, “in all forms”

You awkwardly laughed and shifted toward Matt, “Umm ok, I’ll ask my brothers to tip you” the blonde stifled out what seemed like a chuckle while his red eyed brother had looked as if he’d seen Excalibur. Al put the key in the ignition then revved up the engine, and the only thing you could do was pray you’d make it to your new home safely.

`Time-Skip to the Great house of the German brothers (1p Prussia: I’m Prussian!)~


You hastily pushed past the blonde Canadian, stumbled out the truck, and pretended to kiss the ground, “Thank you unknown being in the sky!”

Al got out the car, and walked past you toward the door, “Calm your shit babe, it’s not that serious”

“Not that serious?! Are you crazy?! You could’ve killed us!”

“I wasn’t even driving fast” he knocked on the wooden door as you and Matt stood beside him.

“Are you kidding me? Not to mention you sped up before a train went by us!”

“We made it didn’t we? You don’t see Mattie complaining” Matt scowled intensely at the American.

You tugged on Matt’s sleeve, “How do you deal with him every day?”

Matt detached your fingers from his sleeve, “I don’t have to put up with him on a regular basis, and actually I think I’ve already had enough of this shit today”

“Look at Mattie getting all wordy” Al said then came close to your ear, you could feel his breath brush against your skin, “That means he likes you” a tomato like blush overcame your cheeks. The front door creaked open, and your older brother’s head peaked out.

“Hello kleine Schwester” he gave you a small smile before his gaze traveled to the brothers, “Allied” A force pulled the door open more, and Germany was divulged.

“Hey, how’s it going kid” Lutz said.

You huffed, “Lutz, how many times do I have to say it, you’re only two minutes and thirty-three seconds older than me.”

He sighed, “Best two minutes and thirty-three seconds of my life” he pondered something, “Wait, no, there was that one time in that bathroom stall that me and that girl-"

“How about everyone comes in” Gillen suggested. Everyone followed Gillen, but you stopped the grisly looking Canadian.

“Matt, can I play with your polar bear?” behind his glasses his eyes went wide, because not only did you want to ‘play’ with his vicious polar bear, but you also remembered his name.

“Yeah sure, but I don’t think Kuma wants to ‘play’”

You hastily hugged Matt then ran off to play with the malicious polar bear.

“Hi!” you waved to the bear that was just lounging in the back of the truck, but it just growled at you. Matt watched your failing interaction with the animal. “That’s not nice, I thought we could be friends, friends share everything, clothes, books…. Food~” his ears perked up but he still laid in a defense mode. “Ok then, I guess you don’t wanna be buddies with me….” You faked a sigh, “Gil said he was making me a welcome home steak, oh how I wonder am I going to eat that all by myself.” You inched away from the truck before being jumped on by a massive ball of fur, then falling to the ground. Its damp tongue dragged across your face, it was almost like the bear was begging for food.

Behind you back near the front door Matt was softly smiling at the scene in front of him, that was until he felt a heavy arm rap around his shoulder. “You like mein sister, huh?” Canada didn’t know a comment could make him so red, but he attempted to hide his face from Germany. “I could help you with that….That is if you did me a couple more favors”

“Who said I liked her? And if I did why the hell would I need your help?” Matt sneered.

“Well with your scary face odds are she would think you wanted to rip off her head, and you don’t know the first thing about her.” Matt glanced over at you as you scratched Kuma’s stomach, he noticed how happiness glowed over your whole face.

“Fine” he mumbled, “What do I gotta do?”