Hetalia x Reader Songfics

Bad Girls Club - Belarus

Bad Girls Club
(Male!Reader)

I met a girl and I really thought she liked me

I truly thought that I had met the one!

It was a fail, to no avail

I'm just another victim of the Bad Girls Club

"Ivan," (M/N) groaned, "Where the hell are we going!?" The young man's tall, Russian friend had been dragging him down the street for the past ten minutes. But had refused to tell him where they were going.

Ivan stopped suddenly, causing (M/N) to slam headfirst into his back. He shook his head as Ivan turned around.

Smiling at him, Ivan explained, "How long have we been friends?" (M/N) frowned and shrugged his shoulders.

"Exactly. And you have never met my sisters. Well I'm going to fix that!" Ivan turned on his heel and walked on down the street. (M/N) jogged after him.

She's like a witch, casting spells, hypnotizing

She made me drink a potion just to fall in love!

She got me drunk, tipsy off her love

I'm just another victim of the Bad Girls Club

"I'm home!" Ivan declared, marching through the front door of his large house. (M/N) followed sheepishly behind him.

A woman who looked around two years older than Ivan rushed into the front room. (M/N) studied her, blushing slightly when his eyes reached her...fairly large knockers.

Aside from that, the woman was taller than the average woman and had short, blonde hair. She smiled at (M/N) and said, "You must be Ivan's friend! My name is Katyusha, I'm his sister!"

He returned her smile, and was about to strike up a conversation, when a large thump! was heard from upstairs.

Ivan immediately paled, turning to his sister with a pleading look on his face. (M/N) just looked confused. He was about to question what could possibly have them so frightened, when he heard it.

"Big brother!"

She's always blowing up my phone

I really wish that she'd leave me alone

And that was how (M/N) met Natalya Arlovskya. She was nice at first, shy around him, always blushing when they made eye contact. But then she became obsessed.

She'd always pop up when he least expected it. When he was getting books from his locker. When he was leaving school. Once even when he was going into the bathroom!

Somehow, she had gotten his phone number and was now sending him about 50 text messages a day.

I gotta change my number

Hard for me to slumber

When she's outside my home

"I gotta change my number," (M/N) muttered. He had gotten a goodnight text from Natalya, the tenth in the past hour.

He turned off the lights in his room and was about to fall asleep when he heard a tapping against his window.

Seeing as (M/N)'s bedroom was on the second floor of his house, he was rather confused. He went to the window and opened it up, only to be greeted by a pebble smacking his forehead.

He let out a string of curse words and looked out his window, searching for the person who had struck him with the object.

There, standing on his lawn, was Natalya. When she saw that his head was out, she smiled at him and started whispering, "Marry me."