CanadaxDaughter!Reader Birthday

Beware! Swearing ahead!

In this you have 2-3 names, your full name, what people call you, and a nickname. If your full name and what people call you is the same, that’s okay, just go with that.

Ex: Full name: Maxell, name: Max, Nickname: M

Canada’s POV

~Morning~

‘Wow, morning already? I don’t wanna wake up, so tired. Should not have gone out and been the DD for Francis and his friends.’ I thought as I was waking up. I look over to the clock and see that the time is already 10 in the morning. Usually I wake up at about 8, ‘wow, I really did sleep in. I hope (nickname) was okay this morning.’

(Full name) is my daughter. My fifteen year old daughter. She is a mix between my brother, Alfred, and I. She is quiet and shy, but not as much as me, and loud and obnoxious, but not as much as Alfred. She kind of switches between the two. She has (h/l), (h/c) hair, (e/c), and (s/c). The only resemblance she has to me is having glasses, and a strange hair curl. I just hope no boy ever pulls it until she’s married.

She also has a pet bear like me, but hers is a brown bear. His name is Corporal Giroro (just like in Sgt. Frog), but calls him Corporal for short.

The more I wake up, the more I realize that I’m smelling something. Bacon… Maple… and… Pancakes! Instantly I was up and flying down the stairs to the kitchen. When I get there I saw the table set up for two, across from each other. In-between the two places were a plate with pancakes piled high, a plate of bacon, a bowl of fresh fruit (your choice on what kind), and homemade maple syrup. But I was the only one in the kitchen.

“Hey dad, I didn’t hear you get up.” I turned around to see (name) dressed and ready for the day. She must have gotten up early, just for me. Usually she wakes up at 11. She must have been getting dressed when I came in, because the food was still hot.

“Yeah, I, um, just woke up. D-did you d-do all of this?” Gosh, I’m starting to stutter, in front of my own daughter too.

“Yeah…” She says starting to blush.

“Why?”

“Really? You don’t know why? Did you forget? Or are you still waking up?”

I blush shaking my head, “Why did you do this (nickname)?”

“Dad, it’s your birthday.” (Name) is looking at me with an are-you-flipping-serious face.

Instantly my eyes got wide in understanding,”Ohhhh, how could I forget?”

“Yeah, how could you forget? I mean it is your own birthday. The day where you get to do anything you want, even murder!”

I looked at my daughter with my mouth agape, and a kind of scarred look in my eyes.

“I’m just joking pops (A/N: I call my dad this, so you do too, but not all the time), let’s eat! It’s getting cold.”

“Okay, dots (A/N: my dad calls me this, like daughts, shorter version of daughter, but said like dots, once again, not all the time though).”

Setting food on my plate I stop at the bacon, hesitating.

“Don’t worry dad its tofu bacon. Did you really think I would make real bacon? I know how you are.” That said, I took five pieces, my mouth watering.

“Woah, dad. Leave some for the rest of us.” She said giggling, and taking five pieces herself.

“Woah, (nickname). Leave some for the rest of us.” This time she gave me a 100-watt smile (also like Alfred). Wow, that smile is amazing, she really is a pretty girl. (Name) is a great girl, nice, smart, caring, and always happy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen her sad, except for when she was younger and would get hurt.

“So dad, today we can do anything you want to do. If you wanna watch a movie? Go ahead, wanna play golf? Sure, if you want to do these things with or without me, it’s your choice.”

“Aw, you’d give up a day with your boyfriend to spend it with your old man? That’s awesome. (A/N: Hehe, Prussia. GET OUT OF MY STORY! You can spend time with your lover another day! Gil: Frau!!! How did you know about zhat?!?!)

“Dad, I’d give up every day with my boyfriend just to spend it with you. You’re the most important thing in my life, and always will be.”

“Aw, (name),” I say starting to tear up. I get up from my spot at the table and hug her.

“Daaad, you’re gonna make me crrry.” She says hugging back.

~TIME SKIP, nighttime~

After spending a day together (name) and I decided to watch a movie, we ended up watching Howl’s Moving Castle (A/N: I Love this movie!!! Seemed like a movie Canada would want to watch). About halfway through the movie (name) got a text, I knew she had gotten a text, but didn’t know who from. She hadn’t answered her phone all day, but I noticed this next came with a different notification tone, ‘must be someone like her boyfriend texting her I thought’. Looking over at (name) she was just staring at her phone, I tried reading what the text was, but then something fell on the screen, it was a water droplet. Immediately I looked to (name)’s face. She was crying, not hard, but still crying.

“(Nickname) what happened?”

“(Boy’s name/Boyfriend) just broke up with me, over text too.” She laughed a sad laugh, one that broke my heart. I had hoped that this would have never happened to my precious daughter.

“Aw, (name). I’m sorry, he’s a asshole for breaking up with you, and even more of a bastard for doing it over text.”

“Thanks, but don’t be sorry, he was an arshloch (A/N: Gil! What did I tell you?!?! Gil: ). Yeah even more so for doing it over text.”

“Did my sweet innocent daughter just swear?” I put a mock expression of surprise on my face, in hopes of cheering her up.

“Sorry, dad. I think maybe I’ve been spending too much time with Uncle Gil (A/N: Yes I made Prussia an uncle, but not blood related.).” I got a giggle out of her.

“Yeah, maybe you have. I’ll have to talk to him about that.”

“Okay, but don’t get too mad at your lover.” The look on my face was priceless, as my daughter so kindly put it, later after talking.

“H-how d-did you k-know a-about t-that?” I asked, feeling my face heat up, probably red like my lover’s eyes.

“You don’t really keep it quiet when you guys “hang out”, and also, Uncle Gil is always leaving in the mornings, and you always have hickeys after he’s left.”

From the way (name) started laughing, clutching her stomach and, now, happy tears falling from her eyes, I could only guess that the look on my face was what caused that, also I could feel my whole face turning red, even my ears.

“I’ll also have to talk to Gil about that.”

“Yes, because it’s all his fault.” She said still laughing.



That night we fell asleep watching the movie, (name)’s head leaning on my shoulder, and my own head leaning against hers. ‘Wow, what a great birthday. I got to spend the whole day with my awesome (A/N: That’s it Gilbert Beilschmidt. Im making sure that you wont be able to love your lover for quite some time, sorry Mattie, with where I’ll be hitting you with Hungary’s frying pan! Gil: I-I’m s-sorry, I’ll l-leave now!) daughter. And it got even better when they broke up! I mean (name) getting dumped isn’t good, but that guy was such a douche. But I made her laugh, and smile. Which is the only thing that mattered.’



‘Officially my best birthday every.’