2P!Canada x Reader

(F/n) peacefully strolled around the woods that surrounded the house she shared with her boyfriend Matt and his gigantic polar bear, with said polar bear following her around in order to 'protect her', how Matt put it. The large bear barely left her side, normally only doing so when he was to hunt or when his owner was around.
"Kuma, come here!" she chanted, letting herself fall to her knees in a mount of snow, giggling as her scarf and hair flew around. Releasing a low growl, the bear heavily sat down close to her.
"Oh, don't be like that." she mused, getting up to pet him softly. "You're starting to sound like your owner!"

How such a cheerful and innocent girl had ended up with the grumpy, merciless killer canadian was still a mistery to everyone, especially for said canadian's family, they weren't about to complain though, Allen always made jokes about their differences but he actually had fun trying to piss off the girl, François actually enjoyed her company as she was the only one who could actually keep quiet for more than 5 seconds, Oliver absolutely loved to talk to her and he was absolutely delighted as she always agreed to help him cooking, even though she ended up sick more often than not only by looking at some of his 'special ingredients'. Sometimes not even (f/n) herself knew why she loved the canadian, but she knew she did love him for sure; Matt, on the other side, knew exactly why he loved the (nationality) female, she was quite smaller than him, and probably the most cheerful person he knew (besides Oliver of course), they were clear opposites, but what he most loved about her was how she didn't judge him and how she loved him despite knowing how ruthless of a killer he was, she was also the only girl he knew that wasn't afraid of Kuma, and the only person other than him who Kuma had warmed up to.

With a huff, the (h/c) head let herself fall on top of the bear, nuzzling her face on it's white fur.
"I wonder how much longer it'll take for him to get back...?" she muttered, she slowly drifted off to sleep as she laid on top of the fluffy white fur.
Kuma remained alert as the time went by. (F/n) stayed asleep for almost the whole day, only waking up when the sky had already acquired tones of pink and purple.
She softly rubbed her eyes as she pulled her face away from the warm fur.

Placing traps on the trees and on the ground, a group of 5 men walked around the forest with their shotguns and knives. They were talking.
"Come on, you're a complete sissy if you think this place is all that dangerous!" one barked with laughter.
"But, haven't you heard?" other asked, looking around.
"Heard what?" demanded a third one.
"If you see a girl or a polar bear in this forest, you have to run. Apparently there's a someone in here who hunts down and kills every poacher they find!" informed the only one who apparently knew of this stories.
"Bah, scary stories!" shot a fourth poacher. "But that's easy to solve. If we happen to see a girl or a polar bear, we just need to shoot them dead!"
"He's right! No need to worry, eh?" snickered a last man.

A low growl reverberated through the large animal's body as it raised it's bloodshot eyes to look towards the barrier of bushes that served them as a cover.
"What is it, Kuma?" voiced the female, a snicker echoed on her ears and heavy steps seemed to get closer and closer. Petting the bear's head to ease him, she could hear, not one, but several pairs of feet walking through the snow, she could also hear them talking about poaching techniques and about how they'd shoot any girl or polar bear that crossed their sight; this last part caused a louder growl to erupt from the bear, her eyes widened as she realized that they had heard Kuma and that they were now running on their direction.

"I'm sure it came from here!" stated one of the men, pointing a clearing that was surrounded by thick bushes covered by snow.
"What do you think it is?"
"Who knows..."
"Maybe it's a polar bear!"
"And a girl!"
Laughter erupted from the group of men as they cut their way through the bushes, only to be faced with a strange vision...
"Well, well, well, seems like the rumours weren't all that false after all!" one mused as they all observed an enormous polar bear, standing tall with a young woman half-hidden by it's gigantic body.
"Someone who is actually able to survive an encounter with such beast and make out without a scratch and without a gun..." mused one other.
One of the poachers shot a bullet into the air, causing the female to whimper in fear and the polar bear to roar menacingly at him.
Laughter erupted from the older poacher as he shot one of the bear's legs and pointed his shotgun at the shaking girl.
"Don't move, girlie, while we take care of this beast, or I'll put a bullet in your brain!" he menaced.
Her eyes widened as her gaze travelled to the injured animal; shaking, she ran up to the bear and positioned herself in front of the limping animal.
"I-I won't let you hurt Kuma!" she shot, her body trembling like a leaf just like her voice. A grin stretched itself on the older poachers face, positioning his gun, he shot a bullet that scratched the girl's cheek.
"The next will be aimed at your head!" he warned. "Step aside!"
Tears ran down (skin/tone) cheeks as shock and panic kept her from moving an inch.
"Matt, where are you?" she whispered. "Matt, we need help..."

Not far, patrolling the woods on his way back home, Matt heard the sound of shooting. Narrowing his eyes dangerously, the canadian male quickened his pace, running towards the place from where the sound had came. He reached the clearing right in time to see a poacher shooting Kuma's paw and (f/n)'s soft cheek, but he wouldn't let these men go any further; distracted with the girl and the bear, the illegal hunters didn't even notice the Canadian approaching.
"The next will be aimed at your head! Step aside!" ordered the older of the males, causing a certain someone's eyes to glare daggers.
A strong punch and the man was sent to the ground. Matt ignored the whimpering male and the shocked poachers as he walked up to his girlfriend and his pet and placed a hand on top of the girl's head.
"Are you okay?"
(F/n)'s eyes shot open at the sound of the oh-so-familiar voice.
"Matt!" she exclaimed, lunging forward to hug his torso, tears of relief falling from her (e/c) eyes. Being himself, not wanting to show much affection in public, he returned the hug just slightly.
"Protect yourself behind Kuma and keep your eyes closed!" demanded the canadian, leading her closer to the bear; with a prompt nod, she was quick to do as she was told, knowing exactly what was about to happen, having witnessed a similar scene before and not wishing to do so again any time soon. Her eyes were closed tightly and the hum of a song left (tone) lips as she cuddled against the injured animal's side, but, even so, she could hear shots, shouts and the swing of Matt's hockey stick as he talked, and it wasn't hard to imagine what was happening, especially also having the occasional sound of a heavy body falling to the snow.
Minutes later, she felt herself being carefully lifted bridal-style.
"Keep them closed!" Matt ordered once he noticed that the girl was about to open her eyes, before turning to the polar bear: "Lets go, Kuma, back home!"
With a light whine disguised with a low growl, the large animal heavily stood up and limped after his owner.
Minutes passed as they walked with nothing but the wind and the sound one or other animal moving echoing in their ears, it was peaceful, to say the least; the girl was slowly being lulled to sleep as her boyfriend carried her.
"Matt..." she called. "Can I open my eyes now?"
"Do whatever you want to." his reply came.
Refusing to be taken by sleep, she fluttered her eyes open and looked over the canadian's figure. He seemed to be okay, he wasn't limping and his face was as stoic as ever but, as she analysed his face, despite all the blood spatters, she could notice quite a few wounds, some more as she observed his arms and chest. Taking her hand to his chest, she ran her hand over a particularly large gash (probably caused by a knife or something of the kind) and stated:
"You're hurt..."
"It's just a few scratches." he muttered.
"This isn't JUST a scratch, and you know it!" she disagreed, a deep frown taking over her features.
"Fine, eh! It's not a scratch, it's a cut. I'll take care of it once we get back, but don't do that!" he said.
"Do what?" she asked, blinking in surprise at his little outburst.
"Don't frown!" he demanded; a giggle was elicited from the girl. "What's so funny?" he growled.
"N-nothing! Now, I won't frown IF you let me take care of those wounds!" she conditioned.
"Alright, alright, whatever you want!" he sighed.
"Yay!" she cheered, throwing her arms around his neck and showering his cheek with kisses before jumping from his grasp and running inside to get everything ready.
Flushed , the tall canadian followed the most unlikely person to love him inside, quickly being followed by his uncommon pet.