You say on your bed, surrounded by a pile of tissues. Your boyfriend of six months, Gilbert had just dumped you. Elizabeta, your best friend, was sitting on the bed next to you, trying to comfort you.
When nothing else worked, she gave a small sigh. Steeling her nerves, she leant over and gave you a quick peck on the lips.
Heat crept up your neck and to your cheeks. Elizabeta giggled and said, "This is probably a crappy way to cheer you up, but will you go out with me?"
Your blush intensified and and you hid your face in your hair, but nodded nonetheless.
Elizabeta clapped and gave you another peck on the cheek. She got off the bed and said, "Well, I've gotta go deal with something. See you later for our date!"
{EXTENDED ENDING}
You got a call about ten minutes later from Gilbert.
"Help! (Y/N)! Help m--!"
The sound of metal hitting something sounded from the phone and Gilbert's voice stopped.
About thirty seconds later, you heard Elizabeta's voice from the phone:
"Don't worry (Y/N)! I took care of him!~"
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Hetalia x Reader Drabbles
FanfictionRandom little scenes that I will probably think of in the precipices of the night.
