Invisible (Hetalia x Reader)

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.... bright lavender eyes. You studied your reflection, a puzzled expression crossing your face. Honestly, it didn't look that bad. No, it didn't at all; in fact you looked rather pretty like this. You slowly reached up and ran a hand through your hair and realized hat it was no longer dirty either, but very clean.

"... Was this meant to happen?" You asked as your now pale purple eyes looked up into Arthur's emerald ones. Arthur quickly shook his head, "No, it wasn't. However, you do look stunning now." You stared at Arthur quizzically for a few seconds before he realized what he had said. His face became tinted pink, and you couldn't help that your own cheeks began doing the same.

"U-Uh, thank you..." You looked away from him and stared at the wooden floor. Absolutely nothing was making since; Where are you? Why did you need Arthur to perform the spell in the first place? Why can't you remember anything?

"Alright, love, I think it's time to see if the spell worked." Quickly standing up from the way he had been crouched, he offered you a hand that you accepted without hesitation. Quickly shuffling you feet as you stood, you smiled weakly.

"Okay, let's do this." Arthur led you down a long corridor and into the living room where no was to be seen, except an American with blond hair, a cowlick, glasses, and sky blue eyes. His eyes were glued to a large, flatscreen TV which was playing a baseball game.

"Yo, Britain, can y--" The man began as his eyes left the TV and looked at you and Arthur. The man's blue eyes locked onto yours, and you saw him gulp. "U-Uh, dude?! Who's the hot girl?" Turning his attention from you, he looked at Arthur.

"I suppose it worked." You muttered and Arthur nodded in agreement. "This is (Y/N).
She is going to be staying here for a while." Turning to look at the Brit, you gave him a questioning look. You never agreed to this, but, realizing you didn't know how to return home, you only nodded in agreement.

"Oh, that's cool, dude. I'm Alfred by the way." You smiled weakly at him as he turned to look back at the TV. You opened your mouth to tell him that it was nice to meet him but you were cut off by a loud "Ohonhonhonhonhon~."

Spinning around to look behind you, where the sound had come from, you came face to face with a man that had shoulder length, blond hair, blue eyes, and a bit of stubble. "U-Um, hello." You said awkwardly, leaning slightly back so that his face wasn't inches from yours.

"Bonjour, ma cherie~" The French man smirked as he took your hand in his and gently kissed your knuckles, his blue eyes never leaving yours. Within seconds, you felt your face heat up. You opened your mouth to tell him your name and such, but you were cut off as a newspaper that was rolled up collided with the man's face.

"Leave her alone, you bloody frog!" You turned to look at Arthur as he held the newspaper as if it were a baseball bat. The French man muttered something under his breath in French that you didn't understand before his eyes met your again.

"My name iz Francis, ma cherie~" You smiled weakly at him, as he spoke. 'That's like the French-ist name ever,' you thought before you spoke softly. "My name is (Y/N)~ It's a pleasure to meet you!" You giggled and Francis smirked in response. "Zhe pleasure is all mine~"

You just smiled at each other for a few seconds, before Francis' face suddenly became shaded with a frightened expression and he ran off. Tilting your head lightly to the side, you suddenly felt a presence behind you. For a moment, you thought it was Arthur but then you caught glimpse of him walking down another corridor towards the kitchen. Spinning on your heel, you came face to-- Oh wait, no not face to face. You came face to chest with someone that was wearing a beige coat and a white(?) scarf.

You slowly looked up and your eyes met a pair that were the same purple. The man had blondish-beige hair (What color is his hair exactly...?) and an aurora that was highly intimidating. A childish grin played on the man's lips as he looked down at you. "H-Hello." You managed to say as you sweat-dropped.

"Privet." The man's voice was thick with a Russian accent. "My name is (Y/N), may I ask yours....?" Without the smile leaving his face, he replied. "Ivan. My name is Ivan Braginsky." Your smiled meekly as you looked up at the tall Russian.

Slowly, you turned your attention from the Russian and to the TV. You watched a batter hit the baseball and it going so soaring through the air only to be caught by someone in the outfield. Becoming captivated in the game, you didn't pay attention to your surroundings, and when a something collided and knocked you to the floor you were quiet shocked.

Groaning as pain shot through you from the impact, you looked to see what had run into you. Brown eyes met purple ones, and silence ripped through the air. The man you stared at had long brown hair that was pulled to the side in a ponytail. The man cleared his throat to break the silence as he got to his feet. "I'm sorry, aru! I wasn't watching where I was going!" The man extended a hand and helped you to your feet.

"It's fine." You replied, smiling brightly. "My name is (Y/N), what's yours?"

"Yao. And if you don't mind me asking, what exactly are you doing here....?" Yao awkwardly smiled.

"Ah," You paused as you thought for a moment. Before you could even speak the American that was sitting on the couch spoke loudly. "She's staying here for a while, dude."

"But why?!"

"Uh," You frowned as you tried to come up with what to say. "I-I-I am away from home, and I d-don't know how to go back. I don't even know where it is." You said quickly, barely whispering the last sentence. Yao nodded in understanding, completely oblivious to the last sentence.

A silence fell in the room as you looked from Yao and to the floor. But, only seconds before it had started, it stopped. "Let go of me, you bastard!" You heard Arthur yell, and within seconds, Francis had dragged him into the living room.

You looked at the two men confused about their actions when Francis spoke loudly. "You are not cooking us dinner! Zhat will be my job--"

"But I want to, aru!"

"How about we just order some wicked good burgers, guys?!"

"I can make the dinner, da?"

The living room became filled with loud shouts and protests that hurt your ears. Sighing, you attempted to block out the noise by covering your ears, but to no avail, it didn't work. Glancing around the room at the others, you realized that the fighting wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Stepping into action, you practically yelled. "Everyone please be quiet! I'll fix dinner!" Everyone went silent and looked at you. Feeling their gazes on your self, you suddenly became very nervous. "I-I, um, I mean if that's alright..." Your purple eyes looked at the ground as you shuffled your feet awkwardly.

"Alright, love." Arthur spoke softly, and you let out a breath you had been holding in.

"Sounds good, dudette!"

"Ohonhonhonhonhon~ I'm sure anything you make, ma cherie, will be delicious~"

"That sounds good."

".... I suppose that you can. It will probably be very good, aru...."

Sighing in a satisfied way, you smiled. But, sooner did you realize what you had gotten yourself into.