Berwald groaned when he heard pounding on his front door. He dragged himself out of bed, feeling along the nightstand for his glasses.
He shoved them on his face, still too tired to comprehend why he was getting out of bed.
He finally reached the front door and opened it only to be greeted by bright (e/c) eyes. It was (Y/N), a very close friend of his. "What d'you want, (Y/N)?"
She looked at him, slightly swaying. She glared up at his tall frame, her words slightly slurring, "fIGHT ME!"
Berwald sighed, she was drunk. He placed his hand on top of her head and stuck it out from his body. She started wildly swinging her fists, but none were able to make contact.
He sighed again, this was gonna be a long night.
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Hetalia x Reader Drabbles
FanfictionRandom little scenes that I will probably think of in the precipices of the night.
