BTLG- My Manly Defender- 2p Canada x Reader

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*bam* *bam bam* *animal screech*

‘What the F*CK-?’

You heard gunshots and the poor helpless cry of a huge animal as it collapsed to the ground with a crash. Then almost a few seconds later you heard disgusting crushing sounds. It sounded as if a knife was cutting through flesh and bone. You wanted to puke because you knew whoever shot that animal was now cutting it up.

Thankfully, the grating sound stopped and you heard the person stand up. You heard a gruff voice whisper to himself, “Finally caught that son of a b*tch. Now I can mount him on my wall” You heard him turn and it sounded as if his footsteps were coming toward you!

You looked around for a place to hide. Fortunately, there were a lot of adult maple trees surrounding you so you could at least hide between one of them.

You found one particularly huge maple and tried to make your way toward it. Sadly, your body felt as if it were drugged with morphine so once you finally managed to even flip your body to your stomach and crawl, your knee conveniently smashed a twig.

The slow footsteps that were coming in your general direction were now rushing to get to you.

Behind you, you heard, “Well, what do we have here? Looks like I found myself a little lady!” He walked closer to you and flipped you over to your back.

You looked to your captor. He was a gross middle aged man that had blood over his shirt.
Hanging around his shoulder was shotgun and a moose head that was freshly leaking guts everywhere. Looking into his eyes, you knew what kind of repulsive man he was. With pride, you spit on his face.

He chuckled and wiped his face clean off. His gruff voice lowered and said, “Mmm. Feisty. Let’s see if this little lady wants to have some fun?”

This poacher came close to you with his disgusting breath coating the side of your face. He swung his moose head on purpose your way to scare you, splattering blood all over your body especially on your beloved shirt. You felt thick globs of brain matter in your hair and most likely staining your cherished ponytail.

The evil man loved the way he scared you. He relished how completely helpless you looked and even thanked the devil that he sent him such a beautiful girl to defile.

You struggled to get away but your f**king body was behaving as if a thousand pounds were literally holding you down.

He bent down close to your ear and horridly whispered, “I am going to f**k you so hard and make you my b*tch like this moose I have here” He pointed to his moose head.

You whimpered and closed your eyes. ‘Is this the way I am going to be raped? And possibly be killed?’ You felt tears form in your eyes and he was lying over your body.

Whispering, “Someone, anyone… save me.” you immediately felt the foul man above you disappear.

Shocked you snapped your eyes open to find the poacher on the ground bleeding with the most unlikely person you had even dreamed to see.

It was 2p Canada. Live and in the flesh. And he looked pretty pissed off. He was yelling, “You dare poach on my land!?”

The to-be-rapist tried to get his shotgun from behind him to shoot Matt when in a lightening flash; Mathieu brought the hockey stick over his head and smashed it against the man’s chest. The man let out a terrible scream. It was so bloodcurdling that you had to look away. The screams abruptly stopped after you heard the woosh of the second swing of the hockey stick.

A minute later you heard heavy footsteps come toward you. Nervously looking up, you were surprised to find Mathieu Williams kneeling in eyelevel to you. Your [e/c] orbs met his spectacular amethyst ones. Your eyes roamed around his masculine features. He was so different from his 1p yet at the same time similar. He had the same erogenous curl that you desperately wanted to yank. Though his dirty blonde hair was longer than his 1p, you still yearned to run your fingers though it; it looked so soft.

While you were staring at him, he was investigating you. He saw the blood all over you and got angry. He wasn’t angry with you but instead he was furious that a poacher who already killed precious animals on HIS land was also ready to corrupt a young woman who clearly looked lost and frightened.

You saw and felt his change in attitude and flinched. You wanted to get as far away from him as possible but again your body was being a complete a$$hole today.

So the dumbest thing imaginable happened: you fainted.








You felt yourself in a particularly furry but otherwise comfortable blanket. It felt warm so you snuggled into it more before shooting straight up on the bed.

‘I am not back home, am I?’

You looked down to see what you were cuddling in. It was a brown furry blanket that was soft to the touch. ‘Nope I definitely do NOT have this at home but hmm... this blanket must be synthetic… it doesn’t feel like animal fur’ Your eyes scanned the room. You appeared to be in a bedroom. It was pretty clean, save for a couple of shirts and jeans on the floor but other than that, it was clean. You looked behind you to see that above the bedpost was a Canadian flag, except it had teared edges along its sides. Impressed with the décor you recalled what happened before you feinted.

“H-he rescued me!” You were filled with joy until you remembered the embarrassing thing you did.

“Oh my God. I fainted? That is so lame!” Your joyful mood plummeted.

“Yeah tell me about it.” replied a temperamental Canadian.

Turning your head to the right, you saw Mathieu leaning against the doorway.

“You finally awake? Good. Cause I have something to ask you… why THE HELL were you in my forest!?”

You were stunned to silence. How could you explain to him that you somehow got transported through a mirror to his world? I mean you fell in a dark pit after falling into the mirror for Christ’s sake! How the in the world did you get here?!

“I-I don’t know?” you pathetically answered.

“I can tell if you’re lying” He went closer to you with hockey stick in hand. “And I hate when people lie to me.”

You gulped very hard. “M-Mathieu, listen to me I know you are 2p Canada and all but I really don’t have a clue how I actually got here.”  You thought, ‘That’s partly true, so I’m okay right?’

Mathieu stopped approaching you and his eyebrows furrowed.

You also looked to him confused. ‘Why does he look so shocked? Its not like I- OH SH*T! I did say his name! AND practically admitted I knew he was a country! *facepalm* I am so dead right now!’

Matt snapped out of his daze and rushed toward you with his hockey stick. “You’re not the goddamn cops, are you!?!” He brought the hockey stick close to your face. The wires were glistening with the fresh blood as if awaiting you to be its next victim.

“N-no!” You yelled. You rose your hands out in front of you to protect yourself. “I found and read all about you on an online blog!”

The grip on his weapon wavered from your face. “Pfft. Why would anyone write about a person like me?”

You carefully answered, “Because some girls like badboys… like you”

Grinning he put his bludgeon on the nightstand beside the bed and sat on the bedside near you. He leaned in real close to your ear and whispered, “And do you like badboys?”

You felt a blush coming on because of his manliness in close proximity near you. Meekly replying, “S-sometimes,” You then looked directly at him and continued, “Only if the bad boy doesn’t murder the girl he just rescued.”

Mathieu leaned back and roared with laughter. “You’re funny. I think I might actually let you live.”

Trying to be snarky you replied, “Aww admit it Matty, you liked me from the get go.”  You put a hand over your mouth. ‘Sh*t I probably just killed myself.’

His actions once again shocked you. Replying “Hmpf you wish,” he looked away from you.

Trying to continue conversation (and hoping he really won’t kill you) you blurted, “My name is ______  _____ by the way!”

He looked to you. “What?”

You shyly repeated, “I said my name is ______. I figured since I knew your name, you should know mine.”

Matt stood up from the bed and replied, “Why do you think I would care for your name?” he was walking toward the doorway before he briefly stopped to add, “Food is in the kitchen... But you serve yourself! Cause I ain’t going to goddamn serve you” He walked out of the door.

Smiling at his generosity, you also exited the bedroom.








You walked into the kitchen to find there was indeed food. On the kitchen counter was ground dried beef and berries. Next to the berries was fat? Giving an “Eww” you decided not to touch that.

You looked to the meat and fruit again. ‘This actually looks pretty good. Guess it wouldn’t hurt to try it’ you thought as you picked up a berry and threw it into your mouth.

The berry gave an explosion of citrus flavor and you ‘Mmm”ed

Right after your ‘Mmm’ you heard a distinct bear growl.

Freezing in place, you slowly (I mean slow as mayo slow) turned around to find a menacing adult polar bear “Grrr”ing

You sweatdropped. ‘I swear everything here wants to kill me.’

Trying to look as calm as possible you said, “H-hey Kuma”

The bear growled louder.

‘Stand your ground, _____’  

“How a-are you? D-do you want a berry-y?”

The bear looked behind you and saw the dried meat. Its black eyes widened and started salivating.

Thinking he wanted the berry, you said, “Okay here is the berry. I am going to- AHHH!”

Kuma pounced on you. The bear was crushing you and you were running out of air. The bear meanwhile was happily eating almost all the meat on the counter. Your eyes were starting to roll to the back of your head from lack of oxygen.

For what was the second time today, Matt saved you. “Eh! Kuma! Get the f*ck off _____!”

The bear looked to his master and gave a “Rrmpf”. He got off you and you deeply inhaled much needed air.

You stood up after you recovered from that ordeal.

Matt just had to give his steely gaze for the bear to go away and the bear left. He then turned to you.

You looked to him and meekly bowed your head. “T-thanks for saving me again.”

He narrowed his eyes, turned away from you, and replied, “You’re like a f*cking damsel in distress.” He was fixing what was left of the food and put it on two plates.  He pushed a plate toward you after he sat down and said, “Eat.”

You came toward him and smiled. “I thought you said you were NOT going to serve me?” You sat down close to him.

He obviously didn’t like you close to him so he scooted his chair. “Eat or starve,” was his reply as he dodged your question.

You gave a pouty face and to bother him you scooted closer to him. You knew of his weakness to stay away from people. He scooted more away from you. You scooted even closer.  Fed up, he exclaimed, “Dammit! Eat or Imma hit you with my hockey stick!” Ignoring his threat, you picked up a piece of meat and chewed.

“What food is this?”

“It’s dried meat.”

Rolling your eyes you said, “I know that. I meant does this", you pointed to the plate with food, "ALL have a name… like is it a dish or something?”

Sticking a slab of meat into his mouth and while chewing he responded, “It’s Pemmican.”

“Eww!” You slightly went back in your chair in disgust. “Someone has to learn not to talk with their mouth open full of food.”

He shrugged and put more meat into his mouth.

‘Yuck!’ you thought. “Anyway…. What is Pemmican?”  

“It’s a traditional Canadian dish.” he told you bluntly.

The conversation temporarily ended there for a few minutes until something popped into your head.

“Hey Mathieu?” you asked deviously.

He looked at you with the corner of his eye.

Taking this as a sign to continue you said, “Did you carry me after I fainted?”

It was his turn to roll his eyes. “How the hell else was I able to take you here?”

‘Hehe he is falling into my trap’ *cue evil giggle*

“Well don’t you have a problem of being close to people?” You leaned close to him.

He backed slightly away. “Pfft. No”

“Then why are you getting away from me?” You leaned closer. “Since you had to carry me, didn’t you have to touch me?” You reached your hand to touch him and he grabbed it.

“Damnit woman! Keep your distance!” He pushed you back in your chair. Blushing slightly, he went outside.

Smirking you stated, “Hehe got you~”








You wandered back to the room you first woke up in.

You opened the curtains and was surprised to find that the sun was starting to set.

‘Goodness. How long have I been here? I need to get home-?!’

Time stood still. Memories of your past were swiftly flowing away. You sat down on the bed and started to shake.

“Why are my memories leaving me?” The names and part of the images of your past life were getting blurred like an unfocused lens. “Why can’t I remember where I come from? Why can’t I remember my own family?” a single tear escaped your eye.

Silent as a ghost, Matt was standing beside you.

You gave a startled yelp. Disregarding your squeal, he placed a hand on your shoulder. He looked to you and said, “You can’t remember your family?” You shook your head. “Huh, I wish I was that lucky”

You replied, “Really? Then I would happily trade places with you because my family is all I got.”

He stared at you [e/c] eyes. ‘I find her almost getting raped, save her, then she almost dies by Kuma sitting on her, then I save her again. She is like a never-ending f*cking headache. I should have just left her in the forest.’ But something in his heart told him not to. He literally felt that if you died then something important would be lost to him forever. Giving a frustrated huff, he said, “You can stay but if you don’t do exactly as I say, I am going to feed you to Kuma.”

You smiled broadly and you hugged him. “Thank you, Matty. For being my rescuer and everything else.”

Mathieu, who disliked physical contact because of his father, was tempted to shove you off but you were so genuine and full of life, he slowly wrapped his arms around you. He would have put his nose in your hair if there wasn’t still moose brain on your head.

He pulled away from you. You thought it was because he hated your hug. Before you could get sad, he started to take off his shirt.

Your jaw dropped and eyes widened.

Once he was completely removed of his shirt, he threw it at you.

Thankfully you had fast reflexes and caught the shirt before if hit you in the face. Observing your shocked expression, he gruffly replied, “Its for you to wear. You are covered in guts.”

Trying (keyword on “trying”) to not look at his finely chiseled chest and abs, you were about to say “Thanks” again when he said, “Stop saying thank you, its weird.” He was approaching the door and was about to close it when he whispered, “Your welcome”. Then he left your room.

You stared at the shirt you had in your hands and then tried to process what you just heard.

You couldn’t help but break out a thousand watt grin when you headed to the shower to clean yourself. After you successfully scrubbed out all the guts and gore off of you, you put on his shirt, jumped on the bed and looked toward the ceiling.  You literally spent your whole day with your bada$$ love. You couldn’t imagine that this place was actually real or even that your wish from that strange mirror came true!

But as you lay there, you remembered that you were slowly forgetting your old life and the people, but more importantly your parents, you left behind in your own dimension.

Now all that concerned your mind was “Why am I forgetting them?...”

“…And how do I get back home?”