a bunch of probably hetalia whatevershots

Denmark x Reader: ...what? (soulmate au, part 2)

a/n: i'm not dead! yayyy

if i botch denny's character too hard, i give you personal permission to hunt me down and kill me

also sorry if any translations are wrong, i stole them from other fanfiction

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The strange and hyper guy known to you as Mathias led you to what appeared to be his house. Your friend was tagging along, and helping you calm down as you were on the verge of a panic attack.

His friends were following him, too, and you were, admittedly, a little terrified of the tall one with glasses. The short and cheery blonde seemed to share your sentiment, as what appeared to be a bead of cold sweat was on his face. You began to wonder why this guy was terrified of him, too, as he'd probably known them all for a while. You shuddered. If someone who was an intricate part of the friend circle was still scared of one of the members, what did that say about the latter's character?

When you arrived at Mathias's self-proclaimed home, you gaped. This thing was huge. It was an old mansion, but well-kept, and had three stories.

You were jolted out of your awed stupor when Mathias held open the door to the mansion and ecstatically began ushering everyone in. Your friend, along with the four other guys, took seats on the couches that lay strategically in the foyer, which was no less impressive than the beautiful exterior of the building.

Not knowing where to sit, and not wanting to intrude, you sat on the floor. Mathias closed the door behind him, and when he noticed where you were sitting, his smile faltered.

"Is everything alright?" you asked.

"Min prinsesse shouldn't be sitting on the floor!"

You blushed at the nickname, especially since you understood exactly what he said. (Not that it wasn't obvious, but still.)

Mathias held out his hand for you, and you hesitantly took it. He yanked you up, which startled you greatly, and led you to a loveseat at the other end of the room (that happened to be elevated higher than the other couches). He plopped himself down, and patted the seat next to him.

You stood there, unsure how to react.

"It's your seat!" he said, grinning.

Sitting down, you made yourself comfortable, and Mathias dragged you as close to him as humanly possible, and slung his arm over your shoulders. Your face burned as you looked down at your lap. You weren't used to any of this, and your supposed soulmate's forwardness wasn't helping matters.

You took a moment to remember how you got yourself in this situation, and you had so many questions. In all honesty, this situation was one of the most overwhelming things that had ever happened to you, and you were surprised you were able to hold everything in until now.

You cleared your throat, and looked up at Mathias, who had his full attention on you. His face was a mix of eagerness and concern, and you didn't know if you'd be able to look at his face for much longer without breaking.

"What . . . happened to me?" you managed to whisper out.

"Oh! I never did explain that, did I?" he chuckled sheepishly. "So, on your eighteenth birthday, which I was told was sometime within the last week, you basically went through a series of events that solidified you as the human personification of Copenhagen."

"I . . . what? Me? Copenhagen? What does this have anything to do with being your soulmate?"

Mathias scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, I'm, um, kinda the personification of Denmark . . ."