Hetalia Oneshots

Canada - Lucky

Matthew was into rap.

And how many people knew about it? Nobody.

He liked rap, even though it didn't really fit his personality. But who knows? He could be a badass inside, under all the maple syrup he had as skin layers.

He didn't even tell his brother, Alfred about this. Matthew felt that Alfred would just flat out roar into laughter as soon as he would utter the word "rap". Therefore, Matthew just stuck to not saying anything.

Mainstream rappers were okay for him, not much of a big deal.

But there was a certain female rapper that he adored. That rapper was you. You went by the name "Enjou". It was a Japanese word which meant "flames" and you chose it because you could spit fire.

Plus, you were so hot, you'd make a dragon wanna retire, man.

Matthew was a very loyal fan of yours. He wished to be as savage as you were with haters, but he was just too sweet, wholesome, and too slow to ever come up with a comeback immediately.

He had been to many concerts of yours and hearing you rap live was really something else. There really was a difference from the studio version and the live version.

But Matthew loved both, as long as he could hear your voice. 

One day as he was scrolling up and down Twitter, he came across one of your latest posts. You were having a concert in Vegas in a few weeks. Matthew purchased a ticket and booked a hotel at the speed of light. 

"Alfred, I'll be off to Vegas in a two weeks!" Matthew screamed from his room. 

"You've been traveling so much lately. We're so broke you know?" Alfred screamed from his Uncle Sam decorated room.

"How are we living in a mansion if we're so broke?!" Matthew screeched and there was silence. 

"I expect you to get a girlfriend while you're there!" Alfred changed the subject.

"Whatever!"

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Matthew's P.O.V

I soon set off on the road to travel to Vegas. An airplane ride would be quicker but, I wanted to try the road for once. Of course, while I drove the boring, deserted highways, I jammed on Enjou's bomb tracks.

Even though it probably wasn't going to be possible, I brought one of her albums so that I could get it signed. You know, what if I randomly met her somewhere?

After a few hours and a few pit stops on the way, I finally reached the hotel. It was eight in the evening when I reached and I was dead tired. The concert was tomorrow, after dark, and I decided to take rest until then.

As I rolled around in bed, I wanted to get something to eat. I went downstairs to the lobby and found a vending machine. While I got my packet of chips and a soda, I noticed a girl dressed like she came to steal something.

She wore a black hoodie, a gray baseball hat, a black nose mask, black jeans, and red ankle high converse shoes. Well, maybe she wasn't going to steal anything, since her posture was straight, her head was held high, and she didn't walk stealthily. 

She quickly strode over to one of the open elevators and just after I collected my snacks, I called for her to hold the elevator. 

She quickly did and I walked inside, thanking her with a smile. Her cheeks appeared raised, giving me the feeling that she was smiling.

"You're welcome." she replied softly.

I stood a safe distance away from her, so that she wouldn't be uncomfortable. I suddenly remembered to press my floor button but it was already done.