Hetalia x Reader One-Shots

Turkey- The Cat

You and your best friend (f/n) weren't planning on doing anything much, just wandering about town with a breeze in your face through the scorching summer weather, (favorite drink)s in your hands, and a couple of certain sparkly fedoras on your heads. That last part especially made you and your best friend stand on edge, because the sparkly fedoras were the best. Nobody could compete with them. Not at all.

And it was for this reason that the Asian on the side of the road shouted at you two. "Hey! You with the cool hats!" he shouted. "Do you want to kebab with a real Turk?" 

You turned around cautiously, tugging your friend's arm. While it was true you were a lazy bum and read Hetalia fanfiction half of your life, your mom would have thought otherwise and wanted you to do things.

You decided to creep over slowly, staring at the food on his tray. It didn't look too bad, for food that wasn't ice cream. "Where are you going?" (f/n) asked.

"Hush up I'm trying to food here," you replied.

Your friend huffed, and puffed out her cheeks as you headed up to the apparently Turkish man. "At least tip your fedora to the man," your friend mumbled as she shuffled along behind you.

"Okay," you nod, and tip your fedora. "Greetings, my fine sir. How might you be today?"

The Turkish man shrugged. "Wei, wei," he muttered, although it was no Turkish you could understand. "But what are we talking about? We gotta get cooking! He slapped his hand down on your shoulder. You sorta backed away, thinking, what was this man doing?!? But he must have been reading your mind, because he just replied, "Yeesh, I'm just extending my greetings."

"Well, can you  stop greeting (him/her) and start getting to business?" your friend asked.

You shrunk back, the man didn't seem all that bad. "Uh, sure?" you asked.

"Then let's just quit wasting our time over here and start cooking!" he shouted, as a cat with a paper bag over its head climbed onto his shoulder. Your friend immediately perked up, seeing the fluffy ball of fur. "Ye want him? You can play with him a bit! Name's Turkish Delight, doesn't come here all that often, either. Same for such a handsome cat," he grinned.

Your friend had no time to reply, because Turkish Delight hopped onto your friend's shoulders as if to shout, "I'm your friend! Play with me, (f/n)! Play with me!" Instead, your friend was not ready and toppled to the floor, between excited pounces and pokes. From the cat and your friend.

"Should we start cooking?" you asked blankly as you stared at your friend.

"Nah, Turkish Delight's never around." The man stepped closer.

"What's your name?" you asked.

"Sadik Adnan at your service madam," he replied with no punctuation in his speech.

Your friend got up from the ground. "Sad Dick Add None!" she hollered.