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“What is it, Sofiya?” Ukraine asked, while little Saskatchewan kept her hold on Canada’s shirt. Matthew shifted closer on the couch, his attention focused on his child. Suddenly then she seemed content, and let herself climb onto her father’s lap.
Canada and Ukraine were now pressed flush against one another. Instantly, heat climbed into both of their cheeks because of the contact. Saskatchewan simply cooed, sitting in her father’s lap and removing his glasses from his face. She played with them, then put them over her own eyes the way her father and uncle had them; Katya had to admit, it was so incredibly adorable.
Canada laughed for a moment, but gently worked his glasses off Saskatchewan’s face just after.
“Sorry Sophia, but if you wear these you might hurt your eyes. Understand?” He chided gently, and the baby girl looked up at him, obviously upset that the glasses had been taken from her while she was having fun with them.
Her face scrunched up, and the tip of her nose turned bright red very suddenly. Both parents instantly knew what was coming, and quickly Canada’s hugged his daughter in a failed attempt to prevent the inevitable.
And then it happened; Saskatchewan took in a breath and let out a loud, booming sob. Matthew, just a bit frantic even though he should have been used to this, started to rock her to try and quell her tears, but to no avail.
“Matvey, give her to me for a moment, please?” And of course Canada would comply, passing his crying daughter to the infant’s mother, who rocked her more gently and started to hum a soothing tune.
It worked. Being in Ukraine’s arms and hearing her voice made the child relax, and soon the glasses were forgotten.
Katya smiled as she wiped tears of her daughter’s face. “Are you cranky because you’re hungry, Sofiya?”
The child’s thumb was back in her mouth as she looked up curiously, so Canada and Ukraine decided that was a yes.
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The day continued on, and the family of three found themselves in Saskatchewan’s room not too long later, an empty bottle on the floor and the baby girl crawling around, chasing after a bright blue ball that used to belong to her older brother Quebec once upon a time.
Every time she got close enough to it, Canada or Ukraine would nudge it gently and send it across the rug again, and both watched as she shrieked with joy and darted after it each time, never tiring of the chase, matching proud smiles on their faces.
This game continued on for a while, until Saskatchewan started to tire and stopped giving chase to the ball, not because she wasn’t interested, but because she could no longer keep up. Seeing this, Katya grabbed the ball and handed it to her daughter, who promptly started to bounce it up and down the floor, once again becoming enthralled in the very simple action.
Canada was so caught up in watching his daughter, that he failed to notice that Ukraine had not returned to her spot, but had instead come to sit beside him. Again their thighs were touching, and Katya did not hesitate to place her hand in Matthew’s, in a movement so smooth and natural it almost seemed subconscious. And then she turned to look at him, her aqua eyes focused on his purple ones in a way that instantly made his stomach flutter. When she smiled, he blinked, and then she spoke.
“Matvey,” She started, and his hearts did flip-flops in his chest just at the way she said his name, heavily accented in smooth Ukrainian, and completely lyrical in his ears.
“Thank you so much for watching Sofiya. For taking her in a part of your nation; I am so grateful that you did this for us.”
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But the question remained in Matthew’s mind, why hadn’t she shared this worry with him before?
The Canadian shook his head.
“Please don’t say things like that, Katya.” Here, a blush made itself known on Matthew’s face as he continued, “I love you, and Sophia, and I… I never once regretted having a child with you.” That bit had made his face even redder, and was said in a shaky, nervous tone, but it was also very honest, and it brought tiny little prickles to Ukraine’s eyes.
“Matvey…”
“A-and, I’m honored that you trust me to take care of Sophia, that you would leave her in my care. Thank you.” Matthew knew that a mother’s love was unrivaled, that not even a father’s love could compare, and so the fact that Katya would leave her child in his care, it blew his mind just to think about it.
“O-of course I trust you, Matvey.” Ukraine breathed, her moist, warm words fanning over Canada’s face; when had they gotten so close to each other? It hardly mattered anymore, because the gap between their faces continued to shrink until-
-They both ended up with a lapful of giggling baby. Saskatchewan, who had lost interest in the ball, had noticed her parents sitting in such a way that their knees were touching, and her infantile impulses had told her it was the perfect place to snuggle.
Canada was frozen for a moment, his heart beating in his throat as he realized how close he’d come to kissing Katya. For the first time since Sophia had been born, he almost regretted her curious, playful nature. Almost, but not quite.
“Why you little- come here, kid!” When he did finally return to his senses, he lifted her up off his knees and threw her up a few inches into the air, and she gave another joyful screech at the feeling of flight, too young too be afraid that she’d be hurt, so innocent that there was no doubt in her mind her father would catch her.
And he did catch her, after which he placed her in his lap and pushed up her shirt a bit, blowing raspberries directly onto her bare stomach and make her again shriek with laughter. Her face soon became bright, bright red, and Canada did not relent in his attack. To Ukraine, it looked as if he was trying to punish her by making her laugh to death, except Canada’s broad smile reassured her that their child was not about to die.
“P-papa!!” Saskatchewan managed to screech in between bouts of laughter, her tone heavy with pain; once he heard her cry, Canada finally relented, and the baby crawled over to her mother’s lap, wanting nothing to do with her father right then, even though she had enjoyed the tickling sensation. She snuggled into her mother, her face as red as a tomato, and her breaths heavy, a smile full on her face as she finally relaxed.
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It was when Ukraine was pulling the covers over her child that Canada returned from checking on all of his children, making sure each one was tucked in properly, that Ontario and Quebec had done their jobs of watching the younger kids and making sure that everyone had eaten (and that New Brunswick and Nova Scotia had done their job of keeping the two older provinces from fighting all day), and that everything was alright in the house, a grueling task that had taken him over an hour to complete, with 10 other children to check on one by one.
Now the house was completely still, with even the teenaged children sleeping soundly in their rooms, and Matthew did what was (in his own mind) a very bold move, wrapping his arm around Katya’s waist and pulling her in closer to him with a flush.
“M-Matvey?” She stuttered, though Canada couldn’t tell if she was nervous or confused.
“Y-you… you’re welcome to stay the night, Katya.” He offered, trying hard not to look away from her honest, focused gaze. At that, her own cheeks adopted a pinkish hue, and her gaze fell to the floor.
“I-I couldn’t impose on you like that. I will go spend the night in a hotel, and be back tomorrow to take care of Sofiya-”
“Please?” Matthew had to stop and swallow his nerves before he could continue. “I want you to stay. W-with me… p-please?”
Ukraine looked up at him, her aqua eyes searching for his violet ones; when she finally found them, she looked at him for a long moment, and then her eyes closed and her face was overtaken by a smile.
“If that’s what you want, Matvey, of course I’ll stay with you!” She was so enthusiastic, so loving, it made Canada’s stomach flutter again, and his heart was pounding in his ears.
“T-thank you.” He managed, and Katya gave a small giggle before taking a step closer to him, placing a hand over his thumping heart and finally closing the gap between them. Her lips were sweet and soft; his were chapped and tasted of maple syrup. This time, there were no children present to stop them from kissing, or to stop Canada from running his fingers in her short hair, or to stop Ukraine from pressing her fingertips into his chest just so…
Soon enough, Matthew found himself wondering if Saskatchewan would terribly mind having a younger sibling.
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Notes:
-“Canada wondered if Ontario had set it for Quebec, or if it was the other way around” - Ontario and Quebec aren’t known for getting along too well (especially not in the Hetalia world, not with England and France as respective fathers)
-Sofiya is (obviously) the Ukrainian/Russian version of ‘Sophia’. I opted to have Canada call her the English ‘Sophia’ and not the French ‘Sophie’ because Saskatchewan’s official language is English, not French. The name means ‘wisdom’ (and wasn’t chosen for a particular reason, other than both ‘Sophia/Sofiya’ and ‘Saskatchewan’ start with an ‘s’, and that there is a Ukrainian equilivant to the English).
-‘Louise…’ Soon she remembered a tiny blonde girl, with straight hair, vivid green eyes, and eyebrows that were a distinctive indication of-” Louise is the province of Alberta, founded on the same day as Saskatchewan (September 1, 1905 - so they’re about the same age here). Her name is a little more logical, as the province ‘Alberta’ was named after Princess Louise Caroline Alberta. I made England her daddy because there are more English living their today than any other nationality (even more than there are Canadians…). Plus, Princess Louise Alberta was a British woman, so it made sense to me.
-“Так” - Ukrainian for ‘yes,’ but you all knew that!
- Ontario, Quebec, Nova Scotia, and New Brunswick all became official provinces on the same day, July 1, 1867, so I made them all basically the same age. Since Ontario and Quebec are larger provinces, I gave them a very slight age advantage, making them physically the oldest of Canada’s kids.
-"with 10 other children to check on one by one." - According my my lovely source *coughwikipediacough*, at the time when I've set this fic, the very early 1900s, there are 11 provinces and terriories: Ontario, Quebec, New Brunswick, Nova Scotia, Manitoba, British Columbia, Prince Edward Island, Saskatchewan, Alberta, Northwest Territories and Yukon.
I apologize for any butchering this American author!anon might have done to Canadian or Ukrainian history, and I hope that the OP and all readers enjoyed!! Also, sorry for the unappealing asthetics of the first part, and for my forgetting to rename the last bit. I am not at all used to the kink meme yet.
Thank you all for reading, and long live the Canada/Ukraine!
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My teeth are hurting from the sweetness that just flew out of this. So, so adorable. I think you just fully converted me to Canada/Ukraine ♥
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I'm sorry about your teeth; I'll foot the dental bill for you, since it's for a good cause!! I'm so so glad you like it, I'm actually honored about it! Thank you!!
And yes, join the Canada/Ukraine side! We've got fluff and love and cookies! ♥♥♥
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I read what the anon said below, and I actually like how you portrayed their relationship. I've seen a few...completely-sickening-in-real-life couples who have had kids together and are still all blushy and shy. It's annoying in real life, but rather cute in fics :) Besides, once that kid reaches a certain age, the parents tend to quickly leave that blushy phase since they're just so tired from raising their lovely-but-mischievous child XD
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XD I mean, specifically for Canada and Ukraine I feel like the shyness is a part of their relationship, given their characters. Both of them are very shy, passive type people, so I think the blushy relationship fits. I can see both sides of it, but I just though this worked better.
Thank you!!!
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As a Saskatchewanon, I have to go "d'aaaaaw" at how adorable Saskatchewan is, even if yours is completely different from my headcanon version. And I love how you don't cut out the fact Canada has had a lot of kids with a lot of people. I have an incredibly small bone to pick (okay, two) and that's that Alberta actually had a larger Ukrainian population than Saskatchewan at the time of formation (unless I'm completely out to lunch, which is possible), and that for a pair that had a kid already they seem awful "shy and blushy".
That, of course, is my headcanon talking. Ignore it, it does that sometimes. This fic was incredibly sweet and embodies exactly what I love about this pair! Very sweet, very historical, and just a bit sensual at the end. Delicious piece, anon!
I may know who you are, too, though I don't think you know me./stalker
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Pick away, I am totally with you on this. Trying to stick with the prompt and sticking with history killed me, and as an American my knowledge of Canadian history is, well, pretty much akin to nothing. (I'm sorry ;A;!!! *sobsob*) As for the second one, Iwas aware of that while I was writing, but I can't seem to picture this relationship much differently. Gah, now I feel like I need to try this prompt again... And I need to get over my blush-fetish. XD
I like it when people share their headcanons, even if it means they disagree. (I'm actually sick of people telling me what I want to hear all the time XDDD). I'm still glad that despite my inaccuracies you enjoyed this fic~ Thank you!! ♥♥♥
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Pfft, I have a tough time sticking to the historical myself, and I'm a total geek about it. And us Canadians don't learn too much about our history outside of elementary school and specific courses, so don't feel too bad. Not even we're too sure about our history. And I actually really, really like blushy couples, too. That's exactly how I see them. I happened to be really picky last night.
I enjoy these sorts of fics in any incarnation! (They are, admittedly, a guilty pleasure of mine.) Thank you very much for writing this.
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It's okay that you were picky; it really is all stuff I need to hear, anyways. Constructive criticism, oh how I've missed thee~ XD
>/////< You're welcome very much, and thank you for brightening my day.
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Wheee~ Receptive authors, how I've missed thee!
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:) I think anyone who writes should be open to concrit, otherwise how can you improve?
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