Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

How you meet

* Sorry if some are shorter than others. Also, f/b = favorite book, y/n = your name, f/p = favorite pizza and y/h = your hometown. Porfavor: Please*

America:

New York City was a pretty scary place. I just moved into my small apartment by Central Park. I moved there not only for a new experience, but to get a good start on life. Although, I wouldn't say getting lost would be the best way to start off. "So this is what I get for wanting a break from unpacking? Great. Just peachy." I gave up and sat on a nearby bench and let out a deep sigh. 'Why am I such a ditz?' "Hey dudette you ok?" I looked up only to see a guy with blonde hair (plus a cowlick that refuses to stay down), wearing a bomber jacket, and beautiful blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. "Yeah I'm just a little lost. Do you know where the Fifth Avenue Apartments are by any chance?" "Oh yeah! They're not to far from here." "Do you mind showing me the way if it's not too much trouble?" "Of course dude! That's what heroes are for!" After he showed me back we exchanged numbers (just in case I got lost again) ' I hope we see each other again soon.'

England:

London, England. A city that's known for being very high class, having impressive architecture, and just being an all out beautiful place. Studying abroad here was the best decision I've ever made. My personal favorite place to go to are the libraries. I always find a good book to check out. Today however was different. I couldn't find a single book that was even remotely interesting. I spent the past hour looking in different sections for a book. Nothing. Until, I saw a man with dirty blond hair and bushy eyebrows reading f/b. I could read that book a million times and never get tired of it. It looked like he was about to finish. Just then I was snapped back to reality as I realized I was staring at him and he was staring back. " Uhm..may I help you love?" "Oh! I'm sorry. It's just that I noticed the book you were reading and I....was wondering that if you're finished if I could maybe....borrow it?" He gave a slight chuckle and handed me the book. "I've already read it so, I don't mind letting you take it." From there we just stayed and talked quietly about our favorite parts and how the other books from the same author are well written. We parted ways when it began to get dark. ' I'm definitely coming back to this library.'

Canada:

Ice skating is a lot of fun when you actually know how to do it. My friends decided to get me a pair of ice skates for Christmas since I told them I used to skate when I was little. I thought that when I got back on the ice I would still be as good as I was back then, but I was just giving myself false hope. I kept falling and slipping and it was probably the most pathetic thing anyone's ever seen. I've never been more embarrassed. I was about to give up and rip off my skates as I just fell on my butt for the millionth time. Before I could someone offered me a hand. It was a man with cute wavy hair (and a curly cowlick), violet eyes, and round glasses. As soon as I got up he very shyly asked, "a-a-are you ok m-miss?" He spoke barely above a whisper which I found completely adorable, so I just chuckled as I replied, " Yeah. It's just been a while since I've been back on the ice ya know?" He gave me a warm smile. "I-I-If you w-want I could teach y-you?" I agreed and we spent the rest of the afternoon skating, laughing, and had hot chocolate when we were done. Afterwards, we decided to meet every weekend back here to practice. ' I can't wait for my next lesson.'

France:

I love Paris~ From the art museums to the bakeries I loved it all. Everything was so different than from y/h. I learned something new from this culture everyday. Today I planned on trying macrons in the bakery next to my apartment. I couldn't wait since I've heard so many good things about about them. As I entered through the doors of the bakery I could smell all the pastries and feel the warmth of the kitchen. In front of me in line was a guy with medium blonde hair and had a little stubble on his chin. He was very attractive and as soon as he stepped aside to wait for his order he looked at me and smiled. After ordering I waited beside him awkwardly. I got my order first, so I just sat down by the windows and look outside to the streets of Paris. "Gorgeous isn't it?" I turned my head to see the man standing by my table. "W-why yes it is." "May I sit with you mademoiselle all the other tables appear to be full." I smiled and gave a small nod. " Do you live in the city?", he asked. "Yes I just moved to here about a couple weeks ago and I absolutely love it." "Oh really? What is your favorite thing about Paris?" "I would have to say the architecture. Every building here is just made with so much detail.", I responded happily while taking a bite of my macron. To my surprise it was delicious, "Yum!" The Frenchman smiled, Was that your first macron?" "Yes and it was amazing!" "I'm glad you liked it. Well I have to go, but I had a very nice time talking with you. What is your name mon cheri?" "Y/n and you?" "My name is Francis Bonnefoy and it has been a pleasure meeting you~" With that he kissed my hand and left.

Romano:

My motto? Food is life. I love pizza, pasta, ice cream, the list could go on and on. I was walking to my favorite pizza place, but it WAS CLOSED! ' WHY!?!?! I MEAN IT'S SATURDAY! WHY THE FLIPPING FLAPJACKS WOULD IT BE CLOSED!?' As I was having my mental breakdown I didn't notice a man watching me try to hold in all of my frustration. "Are you just-a going to stand there or are-a you going to let me open the door damn ragazza?!" "O-Oh I'm so sorry!" I quickly backed off and let him unlock the door to the pizzeria. 'Daym someone is as salty as the Dead Sea.' "Uhm....so do you own this building?", I asked hoping I wouldn't make him mad again. " No. My-a fratello does. I just help-a him out when I feel like it." "That's very nice of you I think." He paused for a second and then opened the door to let me in. " Y-yeah well I-a only do it for-a the free tomatoes!" I couldn't help, but to giggle at him. His cheeks were all red and puffy and his curly cowlick seemed to get all frizzed up, I just couldn't help myself. His eyes seemed to soften and he let out a big sigh, " Okay what-a do you want to order? I don't have-a all day ragazza." "I guess I'll just have an order of f/p please." He went to get everything in the kitchen set up and while we waited for the oven to heat up he cleaned a bit and we talked for a bit. Apparently his name is Lovino. "So what is your-a name?", he asked while doing a really bad job at sweeping the floor (the freaking broom was upside down). "My name is y/n." Then we heard the ding of the oven that signaled the pizza was ready. When I payed for it we said our goodbyes and I left. While walking home I took a look at the receipt.....'He left his number on it............I love Saturdays.'

Spain:

Chocolate. Chocolate. ChoCOLATE. CHOCOLATE! It was one of those days were after studying the crap out of your textbooks you just wanted to go home and watch anime while eating your favorite snack. Today I felt like having some daym chocolate. On the way home I stopped by the supermarket to pick up one of those huge candy bags (you know the one's people get on Halloween). Not only did I get that, but I decided to might as well get some Pringles and Cheez itz just to be safe. I honestly didn't care what people thought at this point. When I finished my junk food shopping spree I went to the check-out line and waited for my turn. While I was waiting I noticed the cashier looked really....'cute.' His hair was a short shaggy brown, had lightly tanned skin, and his eyes were a deep grass green. I felt myself get warm. "Next porfavor.", said the cashier in a Spanish accent as he flashed a bright smile. ' Oh crap I hope he doesn't notice me blushing.' As he began to check out my snacks he looked at me and my blush just deepened. 'Crap crap crap crap crap.......ok be cool be cool y/n. He's just a really cute dude that.....Aw who am I kidding he's hot. I give up.' " Are you ok chica? A pretty girl like you shouldn't be upset. I bet you look even more beautiful with a smile on your face. So let's see that smile?" I chuckled and somehow became less awkward. "I'm sorry I hope I wasn't bothering you", I said sheepishly. "No worries. You're no trouble at all." As he gave me my change for the food he held my hand a bit before actually handing me the receipt. " I hope we will meet again chica." then he just winked and started to help the next customer behind me. While heading back home I could only think of how I've never been so red in my entire life.