My Secret Valentine | Child!Canada x Child!Reader

"My Secret Valentine...

“Alright, everyone~!” the friendly voice of {Teacher’s Last Name} sang through the classroom. “Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day~!”

At this sudden announcement, excitement filled the young student’s eyes. Some couldn’t wait to gorge chocolate. Others wanted to give their friends thoughtful gifts. And a few wanted to find their true love; basically their crush, for their younger age.

After the teacher managed to quiet down the innocent children down, she continued. “You must bring Valentine’s to everyone in our class tomorrow! Be creative! Not all Valentines have to be the same!” She flashed the students an optimistic smile. “Remember; everyone is included on your Valentine’s list, alright?”

Before Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name} could say anything else, the familiar ring vibrated throughout the school. It was the bell, and that meant school was out! The kids happily skipped out of the classroom, while talking about tomorrow’s festivities.

Nearly all of the students flooded out of the door instead for one; a petite girl remained. Her {h/c} locks looked adorable with her small dimples. She wasn’t going to leave just yet.  The cute female walked slowly up to the teacher and squeaked out, “M-Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name}?”

The woman looked up from her desk and glanced down. Big, innocent {e/c} eyes met her gaze. She immediately smiled.

“Oh, hello {Name}!” her teacher greeted her.

“H-Hello, M-Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name}….” {Name} glanced down at her feet anxiously.
Her teacher frowned, noticing the awkward nervous atmosphere. “Is something wrong, honey?”

“I-it’s just…” her {e/c} eyes widened. “Did you say we have to give a Valentine to EVERYONE in this class?”

Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name} looked at her confusingly. “Y…Yes I did say that. Why, {Name}?”

“It’s because…” she managed to stutter out. Shaking her head, she answered, “N-Never mind, Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name}…”

The worried woman looked like she was going to say something to {Name}, but she kept her mouth shut. Instead, she smiled and replied, “Oh, alright! I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Yeah…” {Name} managed to smile back. “Bye, Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name}.”

“Good bye, {Name},” she smiled and went back to her desk.

One last time, the anxious child looked nervously around the room as if something bothered her. Is….is someone else in here? she asked herself. Then, a few seconds passed, and {Name} finally opened the door, leaving the classroom.

[♥]

All was quiet in the classroom as the teacher worked quietly alone. But you could hear the faintest movement lurking somewhere in that silent room…

Unknown to everybody, a young boy about {Name}’s age was sitting near the cubbies where the students store all their school supplies. He had blonde hair with a single curl standing up and violet eyes that were full of shyness. He was wearing an adorable hoodie, and he seemed to be clenching a polar bear close to him.

“D-did you hear that, Kumajirou?” the seemingly invisible boy squeaked.  “That girl…the look in h-her eyes…”

“Who?” his pet polar bear asked blankly.

“Her name is {Name},” he continued to talk, to no one in particular. “She seems really nice…” This child was named Canada, or Matthew Williams. No one has noticed him in the school yet. He’d walk by quietly every morning, and even if he made a loud noise, no one knew that he was really there. He was invisible.

It had been like this for a while now. Technically, Canada was in Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name}’s class, but no one…exactly saw him.  Not even the teacher knew that the timid boy was one of her students.  As for his “classmates” they didn’t seem to see him either, or they were oblivious. Because of this, Matthew felt a little lonely. Even his pet polar bear didn’t know who he was.  If he did actually make some noise, it would scare everyone away because they think something haunting was going to happen. It was only a sweet innocent child.

And then, there was {Name}… The Canadian boy felt different around her.  Although she didn’t notice him beside her, Matthew always knew.  What was different, however, was that {Name} looked around at her surroundings when he made the slightest noise. No one else did that because they were oblivious. The petite female was more cautious and curious. She would always examine all around her instead of ignoring that quiet sound.

This is why Canada has taken a fancy to {Name}. She actually was pretty sure there was someone near her, but she couldn’t figure out. Until tomorrow.

The violet eyed child continued to deeply think. Was that why {Name} didn’t leave at first? Did she suspect something was up? Inside he knew; she probably thinks he’s in here, and she doesn’t want to leave him out. The teacher didn’t seem to know he was missing in the list. Matthew was a student in there too.

He felt a smile coming to his face. “S-She cares about me…” he whispered to himself. “Although she doesn’t know for sure, she has a feeling that someone is in here after all. And that s-someone was me.” Matthew suddenly felt a lot less lonely. He suddenly had an idea.

“T-That’s it,” the Canadian child declared. “I’m going home and get t-to it. Come on, Kumajirou.” He started to walk outside the door, holding tightly to the polar bear. Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name} still didn’t seem to notice the boy, let alone him exiting the room.

“…Who?” Kumajirou asked. Canada simply sighed and continued to trudge home.

[♥]

Back at home in a cozy house, the blonde haired boy appeared to be working on something. Around him were cluttered papers of reds, whites, and pinks, elegant, flowy ribbons, chocolate candies, boxes of different sizes, kid scissors, and tape scattered around the floor for what it looked like randomly. It was no coincidence.

Canada apparently worked on this mysterious project until late at night and finally finished by attaching a thoughtful card with ribbon.

“I…I’m done…” Matthew sighed with relief. He then looked down at his work. “I hope it is good enough…” he told himself. “I hope she will like it…even if she can’t see me.”
Suddenly the sound of a knock came from the door. Canada whirled around to see who it was. A tall silhouette was what he saw on the wall. It came from the door’s entrance.

“You’ve been working all day on this,” the voice started to say. “Are you sure you really care about it this much? You could have asked me for help…”

The shy Canadian’s response was a simple nod as he squeezed the creation he just made against his chest. “Y…Yes. I care about this very much. I-It’s very important to me. I have to do this. I really care about h-her…”

The person at the door nodded slowly. “…I see.” The figure’s back was facing the entrance now and appeared to be crossing their arms. “Go to sleep. Your brother is already in bed. You’ve already pushed yourself hard enough.”

“I will now,” Matthew promised as he hopped on his bed, and slipped under the cover. The mysterious figure walked into the room, and gently tucked the sheets in. Now you can see that this person was indeed male, he had shaggy blonde hair, and his emerald green eyes glowed in the darkness.

“Good night, Canada,” the male told him quietly, as he started to walk out of the room.

“….Good night, Arthur,” the shy child replied as he went deeper into the covers, and finally fell into a deep slumber.

[♥]

Bright streaks of light beamed through the window as Matthew awakened. He yawned and stretched his arms as he got out of bed. Then, with a jolt, he realized what day it was.

“V-Valentine’s D-Day!” he stammered to himself. The timid boy slipped on his clothes quickly, grabbed Kumajirou and was about to run out the door when something caught his eye. The thing he created last night.

Canada walked to the desk in his room and gently picked it up. “I…I can’t forget you,” he murmured thoughtfully. Clenching it with care, he then hustled out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Walking carefully down the stairs, the timid child was ready to go to school. He was his brother was already awake…and Arthur… He was probably with him.

Stumbling down the last step, Matthew exited his safe home outside, and walked to school.

[♥]

Apparently, Canada was the first one there, besides the teacher of course. He opened the door and entered the classroom, sitting next to the cubbies. The teacher looked up and could have sworn someone opened the door, but she didn’t see Matthew. She went back to what she was doing.

After that, slowly children came to class and the violet-eyed boy waited patiently. Finally, he saw who he was looking for.

The same girl from yesterday entered the room quietly and took her seat on her desk. Her {h/c} hair was styled in ponytails, making her look even more adorable. It was {Name}. She didn’t say anything, but her big {e/c} eyes were full of excitement.

Soon after, the bell rang. The teacher proceeded to go through the day’s schedule, and the Valentine’s party was after lunch. Matthew was tolerant until that point.

When that point came, the room was full of happiness, friendship, and love. Students were handing Valentine’s Cards to each other. It was a sight to behold.

As the celebration was going on, Canada stood up, with his creation in hand. He slowly walked over to {Name}’s desk. She wasn’t there right now, she was handing a Valentine to another girl in class. Taking this opportunity, Matthew gently set down the item he made last night, and rushed back to his usual spot. He knew the female couldn’t see him, but hopefully she’ll be able to see that.

{Name} soon after headed back to her desk and you could imagine her surprise as she saw the item on her desk. It was shaped like a heart. It was a box. A crimson red ribbon was wrapped around it to keep it from opening. A card was attached on the top, as well as an adorable little polar bear plush sitting on the lid.

She gently picked up the bear and hugged it. She thought it was cute. Setting it down on the desk, she proceeded to look at the card. She picked that up next, and opened it to see what was inside.

Inside was the writing that followed;

Dear {Name},

I know you don’t know who I am, but I still can’t help but notice you. I’ve seen you for quite a while now, and…you seem different. All the other students in this classroom are nothing like you. They don’t notice that I am in here. But you… you sensed something was amiss…

That is right. I am in your class. You can’t see me, but I’m definitely here… I wish you could see me. But I understand. No one can see me, as I seem to be invisible…

But what I really want to say is…I really like you, {Name}. At least you believe that I am with you. Every time I see you now, I feel a strange feeling in my heart… Isn’t that love? Isn’t that what parents feel towards each other? Well, now I think I love you now, {Name}.

You may not see me, but I will still love you no matter what. You are my Valentine. I hope someday we can talk to each other… But, thank you for making me feel loved.
Your Secret Admirer

{Name} read the letter with amazement. I…I have a secret admirer… she said, barely a whisper. I can’t believe it… With some hesitation, she finally opened the box.  Inside were many chocolates, wrapped with care. She glanced around the room.

I wonder who it is… she thought. The card said that I can’t see this person…but how is that possible?  Her {e/c} eyes were full of puzzlement and scanned the room to see who could have possibly have given this sweet gift to her.

I guess I’ll just have to ask… {Name} sighed. And that’s what she did. She started by asking a few of her classmates. They said no. Then, the {h/c} locked girl walked over to more people. They replied the same.

By the end of the party, {Name} had asked everyone in the classroom if they have given her that present. Everyone had responded no.

It was the end of the day now. The bell rang throughout the school. Children happily got out of their desks and headed home.

“Good bye, everyone~!” Mrs. {Teacher’s Last Name} sweetly told her leaving students.

The only one that stayed was {Name}.  She looked down at the decorated box of chocolates. No one had admitted they have given her this…

Her {e/c} eyes were full of disappointment. Maybe I really couldn’t see him… she told herself sadly.

Suddenly, she stretched her arms out and wrapped them around what it seemed like air. She was giving a hug.

“If you are there….” {Name} started to say. “…Thank you…”

She continued to hug nothing but thin air, but there was someone there. It was Canada. He was between her warm, dainty arms. He wrapped his around hers. And hugged her back.

[♥]