Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

You Pervert!

When He's Perverted His Pov

••Canada••
I stared at her as she read her book while petting Aurora. I just couldn't look away. My eyes began to travel from her sparkling {E-C} eyes to her plump lips. At that moment I just wanted to kiss them, but I held back. As my eyes kept traveling down I noticed her cleavage that was showing from her shirt. I could feel the saliva start to build up in my mouth as I watched her shift and her breasts pushed together. Suddenly a great force jumped on me and I gasped as the air was knocked out of me. "M-Matthew!" I heard {Y-N} exclaim and I blushed knowing I had just been caught. She got up and put her sweatshirt on before going back to reading. 'Damn it.' 

 

••America••
She was sitting on my lap. She was so comfortable and I didn't want to move her and I knew I should, but I couldn't. My arms were securely wrapped around her waist as she played Rainbow Six Siege. She kept squirming as she would get frustrated with the other people she was playing with were just messing around. She sighed in frustration as the others were now just running in circles. I gulped as my hands were now on her ribs, they were so close to her breasts that I could feel them lightly brushing against each other. I couldn't help it and raised my hands up higher. She quickly noticed and jumped in surprise with a red face. "Alfred F. Jones!" She said embarrassed and quickly stood up. I looked away with a red face, unable to meet her gaze. "Freakin pervert." She grumbled and sat on the couch next to me.

••England••
It was so ungentlemanly of me, but I couldn't help it. That dress of hers hugged her curves just right that I just wanted to touch every inch of her body. She walked past me again as I 'read' my book in my chair. She was looking for wallet as she was going to go buy some tea as we had run out. Sighing in exasperation as she didn't find it in the cushions of the couch she looked to me with slight irritation on her face. "Arthur could you please help me?" She asked and I set my book down and walked up to her. Wrapping my arms around her I smirked. "Arthur what are you doing?" She asked me and I put my face in the crook of her neck breathing her scent in. "Why don't you help me first?" I whispered and she got confused. "Huh?" My hands traveled down from her waist until they were at the sides of her thighs and she gasped. "Arthur!" She cried out and got out of my grip staring at my eyes that were clouding with lust. Grabbing her wrist and pulling her to me so her back was against my chest I kissed her neck. "Please, wear this dress again."

••China••
I'm 4,000 years old. I've seen many women in my life and been with some. But none of those women ever made me feel the lust I was feeling right now as much as {Y-N} was. I didn't understand how this one woman could make me want to hear her cries of pleasure. The way she would gracefully swim, how her body would move almost as if she was in a dance. "Yao come in the water!" She called out and swam closer to me. I watched as she got to the edge and effortlessly brought her body out of the water. She was now standing in front of me with a small smile on her face and water dripping down her body. I reached out and gently grabbed her face before smashing my lips onto hers. As my hands slowly traveled from her face to the back of her neck I felt the strings of her bikini top and grabbed one of them and started to pull it. She gasped and pulled away from me before quickly retying it. I blushed as she glared at me and jumped back into the water. 'So close.'

••France••
My darling {Y-N}, my sweet, innocent, petite colombe. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was beau. My eyes traveled from her radiant {E-C} eyes to her cute nose, to her deliciously plump lips. I took my hands and caressed her face feeling her soft, smooth {S-T} skin. "Francis?" She asked, but in my current state it sounded like she was singing. I brought my lips to hers and moaned as to how right they felt against mine. I wanted to- no, needed to feel more of her. I pulled her closer to me and my hands ran down from her cheek to her neck while my other hand buried itself in her soft hair. Her arms wrapped around my neck and she stood on her tiptoes to deepen the kiss. Both my hands were instantly at her waist and began to trail up. "Francis." She muttered against my lips as the got closer to her bra. I didn't listen as I kept them sliding up. She pulled away and looked into my eyes warily. "Ma petite colombe, s'il vous plaît?" I begged but she shook her head. "No, now stop being so perverted."

••Russia••
I watched my little {Y-N} as she knelt down to pick up a box full of vases. It looked like she was having a hard time with them as they were quite heavy. "I'll take them da?" She looked at me and flashed a grateful smile and nodded. "Spasibo Ivan." I could feel the pride running its way through my body as she used my language. Taking the box from her I carried it to the shelves and held it while she put them out for display. She took the box from me and went back to the storage room and set it with the other empty boxes. She looked at the shelves and had her thinking look on until she finally reached up, her shirt going up as well to showing her smooth {S-T} skin. I could feel my possessive side start to come out and I walked closer to her. She was looking at the top of the box and gave a small "Ah ha!" She she found what she was looking for. She bent down and set the box on the ground, giving me a good look at her. As she dug through the box I took my chance and wrapped an arm around her waist while my other hand groped her butt. She gasped and tried to fight back and elbowed me in the face. I let go of her and watched her spin around with a face of shock, rage, and embarrassment, her cheeks as red as her roses. "Ivan Braginsky." Was all she said and I knew I'd be in trouble later. 'Sorry sunshine, but it was worth it.'