Hetalia Girlfriend Scenarios

How You Meet

So feel free to request on any part for anything, so just as a warning... THINGS MIGHT GET A LITTLE STRANGE. And Hungary's has an actual plot that might make you cry so... good luck with that.

Elizabeta:

"Well look at that, I'm homeless now," you say sadly, voice cracking. You, (y/n), had gotten into a hug fight with your parents, and were now homeless. And by fight, I mean the found out you were (gay/bisexual) from your evil freaking aunt. Either way it didn't matter. You dragged the suitcase behind you, looking at the many apartment buildings. You had job, but you need a place to stay, and considering how expensive hotels are in Budapest, you didn't really have much choice in the matter.

You sighed, and apparently it annoyed whatever almighty being(s) were up there. At least that would be a decent reason why a newspaper hit you in the face. Or they just hated- Nope! Don't think like Daddy! Don't think like Daddy!

Somehow, your eyes were drawn to a small corner of the paper. Unlike the rest of the advertisements, this one was colorful room of green, red and white. "Looking for roommate, pays half of each bill and gets spare room," you read aloud to yourself. In small print it read: If you're a girl, you might have to pretend to be my girlfriend on some occasions.

"Meh, that doesn't sound bad at all," you scoffed before following the directions to the apartment. After attempting to persuade the receptionist a couple million times, a woman came to the rescue.

"She's interested in being my roommate," she explained in a thick accent. The reception sighed a small fine before ushering us away. "You must be Elizabeta Hendevary," you assumed before introducing yourself. She smiled softly before saying, "well (insert your name here), I think we will be great girlfriends." She winked at you before pressing the buttons on the elevator.

A feeling rose in your gut. The one that would predict when something was going to happen. Although it wasn't dread; it was something more positive. "You know what Elizabeta, I think we will," you respond softly, and brushing your hand against her's, "I think we will."

Ukraine:

Oh my god I hate this job! You think bitterly to yourself. And just then a woman with short blonde- oh lordy her tits were huge. Yes, you were maybe a little bit of a pervert but you had to admit, her breasts were huge.You quickly wiped the drool from your mouth before walking over to her. "Hello madam, how may I be of service today," you said with a quick bow. You saw one of your more masculine (and very handsome, not that you cared or anything, he was kind of an asshole so...) glare at you. You stuck your tongue immaturely at him and your manager could help the laugh with a small wink and a message of good luck and good job, I would promote you if the store owner said it was okay.

"I am looking for some new clothing," she said with a smile before whispering, "do you know where I could find the bras?" You nodded, understanding her predicament. She wasn't from around here, and a target (I don't pronounce the "t" because it's fancier than walmart) could be very intimidating. "Of course, I'll show you the way, and may I ask for your name?" You asked. Guessing by her size, this could be a common problem, and you would like to personally escort her on more than one occasion.

"Katusha, my name is katusha," she said before walking in the wrong direction. Before you had d the chance to correct her, you stopped. You never had a problem telling people they were wrong, so why now? Damn this woman.

Liechtenstein:

"What's a little girl doing all alone here?" A guy said, pushing the blonde in the back, causing her to stumble. She ignored this however. "I'm looking for my big-brother, have you seen him?" She asked. He laughed. Well he was going to before someone punched him square in the jaw.

You frowned at the girl before dragging her by the arm into the cafe and sat her down at a table. "If you're looking for somebody, you better stay still and let them do the work, in the meantime, I'll get you some hot cocoa." She grabbed your sleeve lightly before letting go, causing you stop. "I don't have any money, my big brother has all the cash," she explained anything, tears gathering in her eyes. You kissed her forehead softly before giving her a soft smile. This was your motherly side kicking in, and damn were you going to get teased for it later, but who cares. "It's fine, I'll cover, it's not on the house, but on me, how about that?" You said softly. She nodded before wiping her eyes. "Yes, some hot cocoa would be very nice," she managed to muster. You chuckled before saying "of course mein schatz." (My treasure, quirky endearments because quirky writer *insert cat face*.)

That left her a blushing mess.