Hetalia x Reader Smut

Britain ( Your Master ) x Reader

As you dusted Master Britain's bookshelf in his studies you notice his grand collection of revolution war books for instance "The Library of Congress World War 2 Companion", "The Civil War: A Narrative", and "Reflection On The Revolution In France" Ironically since he hates that bloody frog France.

You continue cleaning until master Britain calls for you into the kitchen. You follow the sound of his voice also picking up the scent of smoke and over cooked mutton. You enter the kitchen and see him on the floor crying, cradling his arm. Smoke in the air and the english man crying.

" What did you do this time?" you mutter to yourself. You first go to the stove and turn it off, and then you go straight to Britain gently placing your hand on his shoulder and ask

" Master Britain are you okay ?" Britain looks up to you with bloodshot eyes and tear stains. You look into his lap and notice his forearm bleeding and red.

" Awww Master Britain what did you do this time ? Hmm ... come with me sir and we'll take care of that horrific burn." You grab Britain's hand and drag him to the nearby bathroom. You sit him on the toilet seat while you squat and take the first aid kit from a cupboard.

You place hydrogen peroxide on the tiled floor and bandages.

You grab Britain's arm, and he winces at the sudden touch.

" Sorry master Britain." You say looking into your lap so you can hide your blush.

"And also sorry again i'm going to have to put hydrogen perox-" You were cut off by Britain saying.

" It's okay love let's get this over with." He gives you a stern look and anticipates for the stinging pain of the liquid. You sterilize the rag. Once the rag made contact with Britain's arm he winces in pain, eyes tight shut, and gritting his teeth. After cleaning his wound you wrap it up in the bandages and tap his arm to signalize you're done.

" Thank you Y/N I appreciate it." He looks at you emotionless and in a mellow voice.

****** FlashBack ******

You were sitting in the dark alleys of London England. Hungry, feeble, and exhausted. You're not sure how long you have left of living, but you knew it wasn't long. Being homeless has taken a number out of you. Everyday bits and pieces of you disintegrated as if your souls was sand blowing away. You're barely clinging onto life. You tell yourself everyday things will be alright you'll find your way, but this time you give up. Your eyes drooping just about to permanently shut until a man called out to you.

"Miss?" you look up and meet emerald green jewels and hay colored hair. You thought it was a hallucination, so you raise your hand just about to reach his fleecy tinted pink cheeks. The man gently grasps your hand in a swift move and lifts you up from the ground. You're weak stumbling, and can't even keep yourself up right. You used most of your strength and energy for getting up, and darkness takes over you. You faint in the man's burly arms. The peculiar man carries you home.

- time skip -

You wake up in a victorian style room, and you're covered by soft lavender scented blankets. You look towards your right and see him. Your savor from the alley.  He was rested on his palm.

"Did he stay here the entire time." Not noticing you said that out loud. "Hmm ..." You hear him mumble, he yawns, and flutters his eyes.

" o-oh Good morning love I thought you'd never wake up it's been two days since i've found you. You were dizzy and extremely hungry. When I fed you some F/F you grabbed it straight from my hands and literally gulped it down with one swallow." He spoke in a british accent and chuckles at you. You stare at him wide eyes and your cheeks flushed. You were just about to talk, but you were cut off by him.