2p!Canada x flat chested!tsundere!reader
songfic: I'm glad you're a lolicon.

I am 24, I'm just a normal secretary. Though my looks don't suit it at all.
I hate to admit it, but I'm really flat chested, with a baby face, and to make it worse I'm very short. No one believes that I'm 24, they always think of me as a middle school student and it really pisses me off! I work hard but everyone always talks to me like I'm younger!
It really hurts my pride. So I gave up on trying to look like a model or 'sexy', I just can't pull it off with this body.
But you... you tell me you like me for how I am... what are you, a pervert?
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Matt always acts like a slacker at work but he's very good at his work for his age. He's only 21 and everyone relies on him to fix any screw up they make. Sure he complains but he gets it done.
Recently we had a really big project at my work and everyone was neck deep in work. By the end of the week we finally got all the work done, and again we sure as heck wouldn't be able to do it without Matt.
To celebrate our boss invited everyone drinking later on Friday.
That landed me there, at the bar. I never really enjoyed drinking and pretty much gave up on the idea of drinking ever, so I ordered myself some juice.
“Can't handle alcohol, _____?” I turned to see one co-worker I have had a crush on since I started to work with him, Antonio. But his love for children really made him baby me more than everyone else did.
“I can't really handle it very well,” I said a bit quietly.
“Oh is that so? I had a feeling you wouldn't be able to, I'm sorry I really shouldn't have suggested going to the bar then.” Antonio sighed and took a gulp of his wine.
This made me pissed more than anything, why did I like this guy? Treating me like a child, how dare he!
“Excuse me, I'd like to order glass of wine please.” I asked the bartender.
“Red or white?” he asked.
“Uh,” this stumped me, what's the difference? “Red, please.”
“Here you go,” he placed a wine glass in front of me and filled it with a red liquid with a strong smell.
“Eh? I thought you didn't like drinking, _____?” Matt sat next to me and took a gulp of his beer.
“That's right, why did you order that wine, ______?” Antonio looked at me like I was a lost child.
“I-I can drink too, you know! I just choose not to, and now I'm deciding to drink!” And in a rage of being treated like a child I started to gulp down my wine, and at once I felt light headed.
It tasted bad and I didn't enjoy it one bit, but I couldn't let them win and think I'm a child!
“I-I can, hic, handle this just fine,” I finished the rest of the wine in my glass, “A-another glass, please!” I asked the bartender.
I could see Antonio out one corner of my eye, he seemed worried but I didn't care... and I could have swore I saw Matt smirk.
But before I knew it everything became fuzzy and weird. I couldn't stop hiccuping and laughing at Arthur's crazy drunk antics. Then I blacked out.
When I woke up I found myself in bed, but not at my house.
I bolted up and looked around but then I felt dizzy and held my head in my hands, “Finally awake, huh?”
I looked up again, slower this time so I didn't hurt my head, and saw Matt at the door with a glass of water and bottle of Advil.
“Uh, yeah, w-what happened?” I asked. He handed me an Advil and the glass of water and sat on the foot of the bed.
“You passed out after dancing around with Arthur,” he huffed, “Luckily, I pulled you away right before he started stripping his clothes off, I swear that guy can't handle alcohol for his life, but I guess you can't either.”
I blushed, “W-well it's not like it's good, so I don't care. I've had enough alcohol for a lifetime.” I pouted and he chuckled.
“You're cute.” he said.
“Wha-?” I looked up at him and he was looking away.
“I said you're cute.”
“I-, uh well, everyone says that, are you just trying to get me mad?”
“I meant it as a compliment,” he huffed, “You're so small that I just want to carry you around every where and let the world know you're mine, you're eyes are so big and innocent looking, and I even like you're flat chest.”
“Wha- What are you saying? I-I...” I thought about Antonio and looked at the bed, there's no way he liked me, he treated me like a child.
“And I like how you fall in love blindly and don't even notice the guy you like is gay.”
I looked up at him to look for any trace of joking around, but his face was serious as always.
“Gay?” I repeated.
“Antonio and Lovino hooked up last night, right after you passed out.” he explained, his tone was so nonchalant that he could have just been talking about the weather.
I felt tears weld up in my eyes, I lost a battle before I could even fight it.
“So,” he turned to me and looked me in the eyes, “Since he's out of your reach,” he wiped the tears off my cheeks, “Will you choose me?”
“I,” I started and felt my face heat up, “But I-I'm not beautiful or, or sexy...”
“As I said, I like you how you are.” Matt leaned closer to my face. I felt more tears weld up in my eyes.
“So, will you choose me?” he repeated.
“I'm so small, like a kid, h-how could you like me?”
“I like you as you are.”
“W-what are you, a pervert?” I sniffled and he smiled slightly.
“Maybe,” he leaned in and kissed me, and I didn't push him away.
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Since then, it's been a month since we have been dating. Everyone still treats me like a child as usual but Matt is different.
He always treats me like my age, though he still teases me on how I look like a middle-school student.
But in the end I still love him.
“I love you for how you are, even if you look like a middle-school student.” he'd say.
I'd reply, “What are you a pervert?” Then look away, blushing, smiling, I'd say quietly, “Thank you.”