Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

You Hang Out/Pick-Up Lines (X)

I decided to try something new for the titles of the parts! 

Key so no one gets confused:

X = Axis, Romano, Prussia, and Spain

A = Allies and Canada

Enjoy! :)

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(Italy Veneziano)

   You and Feliciano had become good friends over the past week, and he finally asked you to chill with him before you headed back to America. You obviously said yes, and left your best friends to deal with his/her family. You got his address over text message and found out it was only two blocks away from your hotel. You decided to walk there, despite the bubbly Italian's protests of wanting to drive you. Once you arrived at his porch, you knock on his door and decided to hide out of shyness. Unfortunately, your hiding place wasn't that good, as he was able to find you easily. "Nice try, bella!" he laughed as you pouted playfully. "Come in, ve~!" You did as he asked, and made yourself comfortable on the nearest couch. "What do you-a want to do, bella?" Feli asked. "We could make pasta, paint pretty-a pictures, prank my-a fratellos (brothers) when-a they show up, lay next to each-a other in-" "Slow down, speedster!" you giggled at his optimism. "One thing at a time. Why don't we paint some pictures?" "Okay!" Feliciano chirped. "By the way, bella. Are you-a butter? You're making me-a melt~" You laughed at his cheesy attempt at a pick-up line. "You need to work on your pick-up lines, honey," you giggled. "Si, I-a know," he replied, looking down at his feet. "But, at least I can-a practice them on-a you!" "Let's get to painting," you rolled your eyes playfully as the brunet nodded. As you were working on a painting of the view outside the window you were in front of, Feli kept staring at you. "I'm-a going to paint you some day, bella," he chirped. "There's one catch, though. You won't-a be wearing any of those." "Oh?" you asked with a smirk. "What will I be wearing?" Your playfulness turned into shock as he replied with the last thing you expected him to say, "Whatever's under your clothes now...." "..." It didn't take you long to find out what he meant, a blush spread like a wildfire on your cheeks. "F-FELI!" "Told-a you, I just needed practice!" he replied as you giggled. 

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(Germany)

   Over the past few days, you and Ludwig had grown closer to each other. One day, the blond German had invited you over to his house, and obviously, you said yes. You were standing at his front door, having already knocked on it. Ludwig, however, wasn't the one who answered. "Hallo (Do I really need to translate this one?), Ludwig!" you beamed. "It's so nice to see you agai-" You were cut off when you realized that you weren't talking to the blond. Instead of a blond-haired, blue-eyed, muscular German, an albino, red-eyed man was on the other side of the door frame. "Kesesesese~ So zis is who Vest vas telling me about?" he smirked, slightly scaring you. "GILBERT, JOU DUMMKOPF!" you heard a familiar voice shout. "STOP SCARING OUR GUESTS!" Ludwig the grabbed the guy you assumed was Gilbert by the ear back into the house. "Entschuldigung (Pardon) mein dummkopf bruder (brother)," he sighed. "It's fine," you smiled, cheering up the angry German slightly. "Jou can come in," he said as he headed back to the potato-scented kitchen. You made yourself comfortable on his couch as Gilbert joined you. "So, Frau. Do I have a stick in my pants? Because I'm hard right now," he raised an eyebrow suggestively. "Two things: 1.) That's gross. 2.) I'm not interested in you, but thanks anyway," you sighed, rolling your eyes. "Mein turn, bruder," Ludwig shouted from the kitchen. "Did it hurt vhen jou fell from heaven, (First Name)?" Suddenly, you began to blush wildly. "L-Ludwig!" you whined, making both brothers chuckle. "Calm jourself, Liebling. I vas only joking," he placed a hand on your shoulder. The blond German was trapped in your thoughts for the rest of the day.