Invisible (Hetalia x Reader)

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You stared in dismay at the blond brit in front of you. You couldn't decide if you should laugh or not; the sight was hilarious, but you didn't want to offend him. Sending a glance to Alfred, you noticed that he too had spotted Arthur's eyebrows. Alfred opened his mouth to speak, but before a single word could escape his lips, three more men entered the room. The first thing that alerted you to their entrance was a loud, undeniably French laugh.

"Ohonhonhon~ It appears the black sheep of Europe has sent his kitchen up in flames once again~!  You really do need cooking lessons, eh, Arth--?" You heard Francis gasp and you immediantly knew that he was shocked at Arthur's loss of eyebrows. "Mon Ami! Your eyebrows!"

"I'm not your friend, you bloody--- My eyebrows...?!" Arthur's green eyes glared at Francis before widening in worry. "What the hell is wrong with my eyebrows, you frog?!"  You could hear Francis gulp as he didn't reply to the question. A very awkward silence full of tension filled the atmosphere. It got to the point where you couldn't just stand there in silence, so you blurted out, "Arthur, your eyebrows have burned off!"

A look of disbelief came over Arthur's face as he took a step away from you and the others. "Th-They have?" He questioned, an odd calmness rushing through his voice. You nodded in response, too awkward to speak. "W-Well... I shall be b-back momentarily." Arthur said quickly before scurrying out of the kitchen.

After watching the Brit leave, you turned to face the others. You all just stared at each other before you forced yourself to speak. "U-Um... Arthur said that he called for help, so... someone should be getting here soon..." You averted your gaze, unsure of why you felt so awkward. Maybe it was the fact you had considered killing them, but you weren't sure.

"Ah, Someone should be arriving soon then." Francis paused before he spoke soothingly, "You were scared during the fire, no?" The question was random but you answered nonetheless. "I-I guess... It wasn't too bad.."

In your peripheral vision, you could see Alfred staring dead at your face. Confused, you turned to face him.

"Is something wrong?" You asked, curious as to why he was staring directly at your face. You could see a light red tint to his face, but you just assumed that it was from the fire.

"D-Dudette.... Your d-dress..." Alfred stuttered, averting his gaze to the ground to his left. You made a confused hum as you glanced down at the dress that you were wearing. You let out a small surprised gasp as you noticed that the lower half of the dress had burned completely off and that it was now barely going past your waist. Immediately you felt your face heat up from being embarrassed and from being a bit upset that none of the men had told you sooner.

Letting out a high pitched squeak, you attempted to pull the dress down lower. A dark blush was tinting your cheeks as your stunning eyes looked up to look at one of the men to see if he was looking. Your eyes landed on Ivan who had his head turned to look at the wall, a visible blush tinting his cheeks.

"I-I-I.." You stuttered, lowering your gaze to the ground. You really need a new dress, or some other form of clothes now. Just as you were about to say something about your need of clothes, you heard Arthur enter the room. Glancing up, your eyes met... A large pair of eyebrows?!

Woah, Woah, Woah. Arthur's eyebrows burned off less then ten minutes ago, and they just reappeared? Is that even physically possible?

"What. The. Hell." You breathed out, not even realizing what you were saying. Alfred gasped and turned to face you, yelling, "Dude, watch your fucking language!" You send a sheepish grin to Alfred as you turned your attention back to Arthur.

"Um, Arthur, How did your eyebrows...?" You didn't exactly know how to word the question so you just stopped midsentence. Arthur looked at you quizzically before raising his hand and gently touching his new set of eyebrows.

"Oh?" Arthur began, speaking softly. "It appears that they have regenerated..."

"That is very.... unnatural, da?" Ivan asked, a childish grin playing on his lips. You nodded in agreement, slowly forgetting about Arthur's eyebrows and remembering that you had very little clothing on. "A-Arthur, do you have a-any thing I can wear by chance?"

"Hmm?" Arthur slowly looked you up and down, quickly noticing your revealing outfit. "I-I... believe I might have something that one of m-my, um..." Arthur paused. "I'll j-just go get you something to wear, love."

When Arthur left the room, you turned to look at the men. "His who?" You cocked one eyebrow, smirking lightly. Looking rather annoyed and somewhat upset for some reason, Yao replied, "His old girlfriend. She broke up with him only a few weeks ago, aru! And silly her, she left some of her clothes here!"

You giggled weakly just before a loud knock came from what you assumed was the front door, followed by someone yelling, "Open up, ze awesome Feuerwehr* (1)  has arrived!" You stood there, unsure of if you should answer the door while wearing such little clothes.

"The hero will get the door!" Alfred yelled, darting out into the hallway and slamming the front door open before yelling. "Dude, Gilbert! What's up?!"

Peeking out through the doorway into the hallway, you spotted a pretty cute man with whitish silver hair and red eyes. His eyes lowered to meet yours and he smirked, causing you to blush faintly and pull back into the kitchen.

You felt a light tap on your shoulder, and spun around to see Arthur holding a solid (color), knee-length dress. "Th-Thank you..." You quickly took the dress before asking where the bathroom was. Arthur pointed to a random door and you quickly scurried into it to change. After putting on the new dress, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Your now black hair and purple eyes were going to take some getting used to, that was for sure. Smiling happily, you spun around in the dress before leaving the bathroom and skipping down the hallway to the front door to join Alfred, Arthur, Ivan, Francis, Yao, and the hot guy.

As you skidded to a halt you smiled at the albino man before looking over his shoulder at someone who was standing behind him. Your mouth slowly opened in surprise as you recognized the slicked-back blond hair and blue eyes.

The man from the store. Ludwig, you recalled... Or, Germany. A bitter taste formed in your mouth as you remembered the fact that you still didn't know why they referred to each other as countries.

Ludwig's eyes snapped onto your face, and you automatically noticed his expression turn to one of stress. "Scheiße, es ist das Mädchen mit der frage." *2

In the moment that your eyes locked, you knew it was going to be an awkward evening.

*1  Feuerwehr- fire department

*2 Scheiße, es ist das Mädchen mit der frage- Shit, it's the girl with the question ((THANK YOU, Kassi34 , FOR TELLING ME THE CORRECT TRANSLATION :3 ))