It's Just More Fun Together ~ Hetalia x Reader One Shots

Be My Alarm Clock? (Germany)

It didn't take BBC's Sherlock to know that you didn't like waking up early. Quite frankly, you despised it with a burning passion fueled by the fiery pits of the Underworld. You were even worse than Italy, often trying to sleep in until the last possible second, which resulting in more rushed mornings than you could count. If it were up to you, morning would be moved to noon. You loved your sleepy time.

Unfortunately for you, you lived with Germany.

And this meant that you had to wave goodbye to all those hours of sleep you wanted to have.

At precisely six every morning he barged into your room yelling at the top of his lungs that it was time to begin training, and that you had better get up or he would do something horrific to you. You either were not afraid or were a complete idiot because you found it extremely difficult to follow his commands. Which, instead of rushed mornings, resulted in him rushing over and literally dragging you out of bed. It was a daily occurrence.

Here's an example of the average morning in the German household:

It was so nice and dark and calm, and you were so warm buried underneath the pile of blankets on your bed. You sighed in contentment, snuggling up against the warm fabric. Not to mention you were having a wonderful dream! Suddenly, in your dream, a butterfly landed on your finger, and you smiled.

"Why hello, Mr. Butterfly, how are you today?"

"(Y/N) GET JOUR ASS OUT OF BED RIGHT NOW OR SO HELP ME I VILL STUFF JOU IN A BOX AND MAIL JOU TO FRANCE!"

"Huh, that's an odd thing for you to say, Mr. Butterfly."

"VHAT ZHE HELL ARE JOU TALKING ABOUT! I AM NOT A BUTTERFLY BUT I AM GOING TO KILL JOU IF JOU SPEND ONE MORE MINUTE IN ZHAT BED!"

Oh. That makes more sense now.

You groaned. "Geeeeeerrrrrrrmmmmmmaaaaaannnnyyyyy five more minutes!"

"JOU HAVE APPROXIMATELY FIVE MINUTES TO LIVE!"

"I don't want to train today!" You heard a sigh escape from Germany.

"Jou never vant to train. Vhy must jou be so difficult?"

You were feeling extra daring today. "Well maybe if you weren't such a bossy prick and cut us some slack, I wouldn't have to be!" Apparently, you also felt like dying today. You didn't hear anything coming from the German, and you started to regret your answer, burying deeper into your sheets in hopes that he wouldn't find you.

Germany suddenly appeared by your bed, crouching down to stare at you with a blank face.

"(Y/N)."

You gulped.

"Y-Yes Germany?"

"Do jou enjoy having all jour limbs?"

"U-Um, yes?"

"Hmm, zhen I suggest jou get up, RIGHT NOW!"

You sprung out of bed and ran to your dresser, grabbing some exercise clothes before running into your bathroom to change.

Yep, just your average morning.

As punishment, Germany had made you run ten extra laps and do twenty more pushups, so you were extra tired when training was finally over. As soon as he had given the signal that you were done, you collapsed on the ground, limbs sprawled out in a dramatic pose. Germany witnessed this and sighed, bringing a hand up to his forehead and shaking his head at your shenanigans.

"Vhat on Earth is vrong vith jou, (y/n)?"

"Ludwig. I'm dying, leave me to rot in peace!"

Italy, who had been running with you, just waaaay farther back, had finally caught up to where you and Germany were standing. Seeing you passed out on the floor, he immediately freaked out.