Hetalia x Reader- UTTER CRACK

CRACK 9

Hetalia x Reader- UTTER CRACK 9

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In the center of a quiet plaza, there was a hetero couple standing in front of a fountain; inaudible words exchanged while holding each other's hands in front of their bodies, focusing their attention on nothing else but the other being before them. More specifically, their faces, with the taller of the two looking down upon the other.

Not too far off in the distance, there was a conveniently situated plot of shrubbery that just so happened to be right in the view of said couple. It was just like a screenshot out of a romantic movie; well, at least that's what France and (Country Name) thought as they crouched behind and peeked through said plant.

"Awwe! L'amour est très belle!" You cooed, clamping your hands together and leaning over to your accomplice, sighing happily.

"Ah, oui-oui, ma cherie, this is the perfect season for blossoming love, non?"

You laughed with delight, loving this bonding moment with this particular Frenchman.

"I bet you fifty euros that he'll cup her cheek next." You challenged, a wicked smile emerging upon your lips. You smiled even more when you heard Francis' throat hitch.

"Non he won't! He'll kiss her first!"

"There's no way he would do that! It's too soon!"

"Well, that's what I would do..." He muttered to himself, turning his head to the side so that you wouldn't hear him.

"What was that?"

"I said nothing!" He exclaimed suddenly, the sentence coming out a little too swiftly than he would've liked.

You were about to question him again when a foreign sound broke the awkward air that was just on the verge of forming.

"What the bloody hell are you two doing?"

You turned your head to find the possessor of that voice, even though you already knew who it was, watching as he approached the two of you.

You quickly reached up to grasp the man's arm and tugged him down forcefully within the small bush you were hiding in. Promptly after doing so, your hand came to rest on his mouth so he could not protest in a loud manner.

"Shhhh-! I need to see this!" You harshly whispered to him, ignoring his rough, angry, and muffled curses for the moment.

As you and France stared intently at the couple with giddy anticipation, along with a doubting and now curious England as well.

The mystery man's head dipped down just a touch and the edges of his lips quirked up a bit. His hand untangled itself from hers and he proceeded to stroke her cheek, the responder leaning into his touch in the slightest sign of contentment.

You smirked triumphantly, your palm removed itself from Arthur's mouth and opted to hold onto his arm excitedly, shaking it a bit, clutching him like you did Francis. "Yes! Now dip her!" Arthur may or may not have been flustered by this. He also might've sniffed your hair in the process. Just sayin'.

A few seconds passed, about five of them, before the man far away did exactly as predicted.

And then he kissed her.

Your head tilted up a bit as you turned to look at your loser companion, who was making a pouty face that was way too adorable for his own good. You also could've sworn that he muttered a French curse before digging into his pocket for a folded, slightly wrinkled piece of parchment before offering it to you; his face giving off a very disgruntled expression.

You plucked the bill from his hand and flashed him a charming smile. "Merci beaucoup."

You could've sworn that France actually growled at you, but you paid it no mind as you giggled, jumping up to stand straight. "You may be good at detecting amour, but I'm good at predicting it." You stated with a wink, looking down at him as you tuck the bill of currency in your bra. "And I think some German strudels are appropriate for this occasion, dontcha think?"

When France abruptly stood with his fists clenched, you took that as your cue to leave, his wails of protest ringing behind you.

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