Hey Brother (2P!Canada x Reader)

Dark purple circles hung under dull violet irises. A puff of toxic grey smoke filled the air as the man puffed his smoke. His dirty, matted blonde hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail, a permanent scowl decorated his scruffy face. His black work boots crunched against the gravel path. A small grunt emitted from the back of his throat as he readjusted his backpack.

He had to get away from his eccentric family, a baseball crazed womanizer, a pungent smoke addict, and an extremely colourful man.

He was going insane living in that household. He felt out of touch, left out, almost unwanted. He packed a small backpack and headed out into the world. He needed to find an endless road that he could discover.

He indeed found that road. For the past two years he had traveled on foot, he found himself in his travel.

He also found a girl who was on the same journey as him. The one difference was she was trying to find out if she believe in love. After she grew up in a house with no love, she often doubted the emotion. Reluctantly he let you join him.

At first neither of you talked on your journey, she would stray behind him and mutter to herself under her breath. In the front he'd smoke and look at the nature that surrounded him. He soon snapped at your constant muttering, and demanded she speak out loud or not at all.

That's when he began to open up. She began to speak of her thoughts out loud, all the things she had experienced, that she had saw, everything she thought. His personality softened, and he himself began to tell her of his strange adventures and all about his family. They would never consider out loud the possibility of either of them being friends.

After about a year of travelling she ended up going home.



"Thanks for letting me come," she stated curtly. "It was nice to be able to open up like that and I've found my answer, so good luck with the rest of your journey."

He gave a slight grunt. "How did you get an answer on love already?" he had an amused glint in his eye.

"I had a good teacher," she smirked. "So thanks Matt."

He cupped her cheek and placed his lips on hers roughly before pulling away.

"Just meet me on the road when you want to see me. No matter how far I will hear you call," he stated.

She gave a slight nod and turned on her heel and walked away.

He spent another year alone, maybe he still didn't quite know what love was, but he knew where it could be found. He dropped his bags on the front porch of his home. An amused grin on his face as he opened the door, the smell of rust and smoke hit him. He took in the smell with a deep breath and sighed happily.

"It can be found at home," he went into the dim house to finally find the family love he always had missed.