Hetalia x Male!Reader

BTT x Male Reader: Win My Hand, Peasants

People seem to like these, so here you go xD it's been a while since I've written one of these and I've got a lot better since the last one. Regardless, hope you enjoy~

Note: France calls Spain Antoine because it's like a French version of Antonio. Spain calls France Francès because Francés means French in Spanish. Idk, I thought it was funny.

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"Hey! _____!"

An accented voice snapped you out of your slumber.

"Qvit falling asleep, we're supposed to be watching zhe movie!"

You shook your head quickly, attempting to wake yourself up a little. "Sorry," You mumbled weakly.

You and your friends Gilbert, Antonio, and Francis were having a sleepover. It was past four in the morning, and you really wanted to get some sleep, but every time you would start to drop off Gil would wake you up.

"Maybe we should let him sleep this time, Gil."

A smooth voice drifted your way and you smiled, nodding sleepily as you swayed a little to the side.

"Ven aca, _____."

You obliged and landed with a soft thud on Antonio's shoulder. You let out a sigh as your eyes slid closed, and snuggled in to sleep. The brunette lifted his arm and wrapped it tightly around your shoulders, then tucked your head under his chin, and started to hum some Spanish tune to lull you to sleep. It was very soothing, only... your face was starting to get very hot from how close you were to Antonio, and you didn't really feel tired anymore.

"_____? Are you okay?" Antonio asked, looking down at your red face with concern in his eyes. You nodded quickly, only to suddenly see that Francis and Gilbert were glaring at you.

You shrank back towards Antonio, making the spaniard chuckle. His hand drifted to your hair, and with every stroke of his hand Francis and Gil seemed to get more and more annoyed.

"Not fair, Antoine," Francis hissed, wincing at Antonio as he kept stroking your hair and at you as you butted your head into his hand like a kitten (unintentionally, of course).

At that point, Francis broke and cuddled up to you on your other side. You started to blush again as Francis' hand slid to your waist, and you looked nervously up at him. Francis looked back at you with obvious distress on his face.

"_____, honestly! You've got to stop being so cute, it's not fair!"

Antonio pulled you in closer with the arm he had around your shoulder, pouting at Francis.

"How could _____ ever stop being cute?" The brunette said to his blonde friend.

"Ouais, I suppose you're right..." Francis said, pulling you back towards him and causing Antonio to gasp jealously.

"Ja, okay, jou two better stop zhat right now. You know zhat _____ is mine."

"_____ doesn't belong to anyone."

"Non, _____ belongs to me."

"D-don't I get a say in this?" You whispered.

"Oh, sì, _____. You're going to choose me, right?"

"Nein! _____, jou've got to choose me!"

"Hush, zhe two of you, _____ has taste. Obviously he will choose moi."

You looked at the floor, contemplating the best way to say this.

"Can I choose... All of you?"

Gilbert glared. "No way I'm sharing jou vizh zhem."

"Oui, let's win _____'s hand in a game of naked twister!" Francis piped up.

"Ay, no way I'm ever playing naked twister with you again, Frances."

You shook your head, giggling cruelly as an idea came to you.

"Since it's my hand you're winning, I get to choose the game. And I choose... Gay chicken."

"Ha! Too bad for jou guys, I never lose at gay chicken!"

"Why are we playing gay chicken when we're all already gay?"

"Sì, it's cheating if you're gay and you play gay chicken."

You wriggled out of Francis' and Antonio's grip and sat high and mighty on the sofa arm. "Too bad, I've already made up my mind. Whoever chickens out first loses. But... If you agree to share..."

"Hell no!" Gilbert yelled, jumping onto Antonio's lap and eyeballing him intensely. "I am so gonna..."

Gilbert trailed off. Antonio had set his Spanish Charm levels to a hundred and they seemed to be strongly affecting Gil.

"D-dang... It..." Gilbert said, continuing to lean in closer as Antonio did the same. As the two boys' lips were centimetres from touching, Antonio locked eyes with Gilbert, tilted his head and made a quick kiss in the air.

Gilbert's pale skin started to flush bright red and he squirmed, twitched, then toppled over and landed with his head in Francis' lap.

"I can't do zhis! It's not fair, _____!"

You grinned at him. "Too bad, Gil, you lost gay chicken."

"Vhy, _____... Vhy vould jou do zhis to me..."

"It's okay." You leaned down and kissed the albino on the forehead. "Don't worry, Gil."

He stared up at you, stunned, and then at Francis and Antonio.

"Okay, okay, sharing jou iz vorzh it." He blurted out.

"Aha! I knew it! I knew you were gay for Antonio!" Francis yelled excitedly, grabbing you around the waist again.

"Like jou're one to talk, jou vould date any one of us." Gilbert pouted.

"Oui, but _____ is still my favourite."

"Wait, Francès, you would date all of us?"

"Zhat's not vhat I meant-"

"I think I found a solution to our problem."

"Ooh. I like zhe way you think, mon ami."

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It was a little short, but oh well. Did you enjoy?