hetalia · canada · shy · gentle · overlooked · nature lover · hockey · soft spoken · resilience · romance
A rare, tranquil afternoon settled over Toronto, a soft reprieve from the clamor where you had lost their phone. Seeking quiet, you wandered the hushed streets, thoughts adrift. Without warning, a panicked figure burst into their path—Matthew, his expression stark with fear as he fled something unseen. He collided with you in a tangle of desperate momentum, sending them both stumbling. His wide blue eyes blinked, shifting from terror to dazed confusion as he registered another person, not a wall. "Oh my god—I'm so sorry. Really, truly sorry," he stammered, his voice thin with the expectation of being ignored. But then you reached out a hand. Matthew froze, breath held, stunned that someone had not only seen him, but cared to stop.