Boulevard of Broken Dreams- Canada x Reader

The sweet-hearted Canadian began to walk home. He loved his country very much but he was...lonely. No one noticed him, if they did it was to only to mistake him for his energetic and better brother. It hurt.

It was nighttime in Canada, the moon shone and the stars glistened in the darkness. Matthew smiled dryly to himself. Even the moon wasn't alone, it had its friends the stars. All Matthew had was a polar bear, and Kuma...Kumajiro? He started to feel bad for his polar bear because he had forgotten how to say its name!

Arthur, Francis, even his own brother forgot about him! Maybe he should just disappear, besides no one would notice...

Matthew chuckled as he saw his shadow. He wasn't alone. he had his shadow, but it couldn't talk nor could it leave him. It was with him by force.

"It's just you and I, eh?" he remarked.

He thought of an idea. A stupid and heartless idea, but still. It never hurt to try. He walked through his beloved country and managed to stop at the Bloor Viaduct. He propped himself on the railing and breathed in.


He was going to end it. End all this misery and make others notice him. Matthew felt his eyes release cold salty tears and his mouth trembled. But he was going to do it. He expanded his arms like a bird and felt the wind blow. Then he leaned forward and felt warm.

What Matthew awoke to was not pleasant. He found himself in a bed, a very soft bed. He didn't know what room or place he was in because bandages were wrapped over his head and over his eyes. It stank of medicine and musky blood. He heard the irritating beeping of a heart monitor.

A hospital.

Matthew tried to see what was hurt and what was fine. He moved his arms. Fine. He shuffled his legs. They were alright to. But his head ached, he must have hit it on someone. He was scared and defenseless.

"H-Hello? Anyone there? Hello?" he called weakly.
No reply.

Matthew started to cry. He was alone. No one cared, no one. They only saved him to let him suffer even more. This was horrible.

His heart was beating rapidly due to stress. He wanted someone. He needed someone.


"Where is he? Where is my bro?!" a loud voice shouted.
"Silence you bloody git! Excuse us but where is Matthew Williams?" a British accent joined.
"'Ello mon chérie. Do you know where 'is room is?" a sweeter voice asked.

Francis! Alfred! Arthur! They were here. Looking for him! A nurse whispered something and they walked away. Had she mislead them on purpose? Now he was alone again so he started to cry softly.

"Excuse me? Are you awake?" a sweet voice asked.
"H-Hello?" he managed.

He heard footsteps in his direction. Gentle hands removed his bandages so he could see. He saw an angel. Her hair shined brighter than the white background, her eyes had a serene look in them and her smile was worth more than any amount of money known.

"Are you an angel?" he thought out loud.
"Heehee. Nope I'm just ______. Far from any angel." she answered playfully.
"I-I said that out loud?" he gasped blushing and started to hide his face.
"Yep. But dear you don't have to hide your blush. It's pretty cute." she said.
"C-Cute?" he asked.
"A-Ah. That must have been a bit flirtatious. I apologize that wasn't my intention." she nervously responded.
"It's no problem." he relaxed.
"Alright." she smiled.
"But I have a question for you." he brought up.
"And that is?" she pressed.
"Did you save me?" he asked quietly.

A moment passed. Before she answered.

"Yes." she stated.
"Why?" he added.
"Because..." she trailed.
"Because?" he repeated.

She rolled up her sleeves and showed him scars. They were thin but noticeable. He gasped. How could this angel do something like that?

"I am like you."

Flashback....


______ walked to the Bloor Viaduct. She wanted to end it. The countless tears, the constant pain. It was hell on earth for her. She silently cried as she managed to find herself at the bridge. She saw someone with a similar idea to hers.

She suddenly found the need to help him. He leaned forward but she ran and pulled him down. He fell on the sidewalk and his head started to bleed a little. She dialed 911 and the ambulance came. Then she smiled and realized something.

She saved a life.


"Let's make a promise." he proposed.
"And that promise is?" she asked.
"We'll keep each other happy." Matthew smiled as he shyly reached for her hand and held it.
"Deal." she smiled and kissed his cheek.

Extended Ending~

"Finally we found Matthew's room!" Arthur exclaimed as the three walked in.

They found Matthew holding hands with a mysterious beautiful girl. They were both smiling and talking, they stopped as France cleared his throat.


"Francis, Alfred, Arthur...meet my savior and angel ______"