H e t a l i a || x readers

England x Reader |Fanfic|

[Aloha you lil' demons. Cheeky here. Today I'm doing another Hetalia x Reader fanfic. Why not do Iggy Brows? :o Here you go, Fangirls.]

• Dinner With The British Boy •

You had been friends with the Hetalia gang for quite awhile now.

Japan had invited everyone to a cultural dinner at his place. You, England, America, China, Germany, Italy, Prussia, France, Canada, Romano, Poland, Russia, The Baltics, The Nordics. Basically everyone was invited.

Currently, you were all kneeling around a low-to-ground table and eating home cooked rice bowls that Italy helped Japan make. You could tell Italy had helped by the little hidden strands of pasta in the servings, obviously he had attempted to hide from Japan.

"Ve~ Ah.. Do you-a like it everyone?" Italy chirped happily, slurping up some pasta.

Everyone mumbled a yes through their full mouths and chewing. The noodles made it taste odd, but surprisingly good.

"Ah! Good Good. Im-a glad." Italy smiled through a mouthful of rice & pasta.

Japan nodded in agreement with his giddy Italian friend, keeping his usual quiet stature.

Finally, after the silence and food, America made some dumb pun that got everyone talking.

"Pftt. Piss off you Git. I could defeat you in a pun-off any day." England shot at America, making everyone chortle. The American & Brit were getting in quite a heated pun battle.

Eventually, America sighed in defeat at a clever joke from England. "Hmph. You win this time, Arthur."

The American snickered as England's cheeks lit red at his real name.

"Alfred!" He hissed in his British accent. "Don't call me that!"

Your eyes widened as Italy shot over to them, waving a white flag.

Wait.. Where the hell did he get that?!

"Vee~ Stop it-a! Your-a going to make [y/n] slap-a you!"

The blood drained from your face.

Everyone went silent, forks dropped, laughing stopped, conversations halted, heads turned.

Everyone went silent.

One day, you had slapped England when he was messing with you.

That slap was a legend at this table.

Your face was heated up as England blushed hard, looking at you.

"Ah.. Sorry.." He muttered quickly, Sitting down in his seat. His five, something eyebrows creased with embarrassment.

"I uh.. I wouldn't do that!" You quickly mumbled, shooting a glare at Italy who instantly shrunk into Germany's shoulder.

"I'm sorry-a... I just-a knew-a it would stop the fighting-a" Italy stated, making Germany shoot a warning glare at you, you giving him a reassuring, nervous smile.

Suddenly, America spoke up. "Uh.... [y/n]? England just left muttering your name. You wanna go check on him, Dudette?"

You tilted your head in confusion. "Er.. Sure..?"

Slowly, you slid up from your spot and walked off.

Oh, Arthur, how stubborn of you.

How silly of me,