Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

When You Meet (Axis with Romano, Prussia, and Spain)

Hey, dudes! Before I begin with these lovely scenarios, I want to clear some things up: 1. I do take requests for characters, but I can't take too many. 2. I also take requests for scenarios. 3. The style that this scenarios book is going to be written: for all parts, I will write for the Axis first (with Romano, Prussia, and Spain to make it even.), then the Allies and Canada. This is so I don't make the parts too long. 4. Speaking of too long, so might be each scenario. I apologize in advance. 5. Updates might be a bit slow, and I apologize in advance. I have multiple stories in progress on here, and it gets a little crazy to say the least. And finally, 6. ENJOY!!!! :D Okay, I'll shut up now.

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(Italy Veneziano)

   You were on a vacation in Rome with your best friend and his/her family. You had just left Pisa with pictures of its famous leaning tower, and were on your way to a restaurant to try some real Italian food. "I'm so sad that tomorrow's our last day here," you frowned. "Me too!" (best friend's name) nodded in agreement. "I just want to stay here forever, but I know mom and dad would disagree." "Everyone's so nice!" you smiled. "No one was rude to us, the food in Venice was heavenly, and the sights are breath-taking! I don't want to leave!" "I don't want to go back to America, either," s/he replied. "But, we both have families and responsibilities back at home." You let out an annoyed sigh, you knew it was true. "We're here, you runts," Mark, your friend's older brother, huffed in anger. "Don't call us that!" (best friend's name) whined as you laughed at the nickname Mark had given you. You friend and his/her family had considered you as another member of their family for a long time, so you were used to large vacations like this one and each family member's annoying antics. Once the five of you were seated at a table with a window next to it, your menus were placed in front of you. You were able to read most of it because (best friend's name) taught you how to speak Italian. "What to order?" you asked yourself aloud. "God, why is it so hard?" "Hehehe, can't choose, huh?" your friend chuckled as s/he selected what s/he wanted quickly. "I-a recommend the pasta," a voice chirped, startling you.

   "The sauce-a here is really-a fantastico (fantastic)!" "Grazie (Thank you),... uh, where are you?" you asked. "I'm right-a behind you, bella~!" the voice replied. You turned your head to see a cute brunet guy with his eyes closed and an infectious smile. "Ciao (Hello)," you grinned as he looked at you with wide eyes. "Tu parli italiano (You speak Italian?)?" he asked, surprised that you were able to understand him. "Si," you nodded. "Did you call me 'bella' earlier?" you asked, blushing. "Si~!" he chirped. "I couldn't help but-a notice you're-a very pretty, um... what's your name? I'm-a Feliciano Vargas!" "(First name) (Surname)," you replied. "(First name), hm?" Feliciano asked. "That's a nice-a name!" "Grazie," you smiled, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper. "I know we just met, but here's my number." "May I-a see that pen when you're-a done?" the brunet Italian asked. You nodded as you handed him the paper with your number on it and the pen. He took both and grabbed your right hand and wrote his number on your palmed. You giggled as the pen tickled your palm as he wrote: (random number), Call me! :) . You smiled and replied, "Okay, I'll call you later, Feli!" He beamed at the nickname you gave him as you ordered your food.

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(Germany)

   You were walking through the streets of Hamburg on a Thursday afternoon. You've been here to study abroad for nearly six months, and you were enjoying every minute of it, except these few. Suddenly, you felt something tug on your arm and something metal pointed at your head. You spun around to see a guy in a hoodie behind you with a gun pointed at your head. "Don't try anyzing stupid, Frau," he spat, a thick German accent becoming more and more noticeable. "Give me all jour money, NOW!" "LET GO OF HER, JOU DUMMKOPF (idiot)!" another voice shouted. The next thing you knew, your attacker was being beaten by a blond, muscular German man. You quickly grabbed your purse and ran to the bar next door. After explaining your situation to the manager, he agreed to hide you in his bar until the cops arrived. A few minutes later, they did and arrested your attacker. You snuck out of the bar, only to run into the blond man who saved you. "Danke (Thank you), um...?" you panted, only stopping to find out his name. "Ludwig Beilschmidt," he replied as if he could read your mind. "Und bitte (You're welcome)." "I'm (First Name) (Surname)," you replied. "It's really nice to meet you. Thank you again." You tried to go home, only to be stopped by Ludwig. He handed you a slip of paper with his number on it. "Call me if anyvone else bozers jou," he said. "Thank you," you nodded as you headed home with the paper in your purse.