Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

Confession Time! (A)

This is the Allied confession chapter. After this chapter, a new character will be introduced! 

Enjoy!

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America

"Catch me if you can!" Alfred laughed as he jumped into a ball pit. The nineteen-year-old man-child, who was also your crush, somehow convinced you to go with him to a popular park in town. The park had recently opened an outdoor ball pit, but it was mainly for kids 12 and under. "Alfred Freedom Jones, I am not going in there to drag your ass out of those motherfucking balls," you muttered under your breath. "(Name)!" the sandy-blond dork gasped. "Not in front of the children!" "What children?" you asked. "We're the only ones here, dumb-ass." Oh, did I mention that you'd sneaked into the park a half hour after everyone left? "There's no need to be rude, dudette," he uttered. "I was merely being honest," you replied. "... Your boss is being a douche again, huh?" he asked. "Alright, you got me," you sighed, nodding your head. "Just come in with me and you won't have to think about (Terrible boss's/Least favorite teacher's name) for a long time!" he cheered quietly, hoping to not get caught by the police. "Sometimes, I just don't understand you," you sighed as you reluctantly followed the obnoxious American into the ball pit. "Come on, it'll be fun!" he smirked as he got an idea. He grabbed you by the ankles and dragged you to the bottom of the pit. "ALFRED FUCKING JONES!" you screeched, trying to fight your way back to the surface. "MY VISION IS BEING BLOCKED BY BALLS! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" "Heheh, you're welcome," he chuckled. "YOU'RE SO DAMN LUCKY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" you shouted. "You what?" the usually loud American grew quiet, a mad blush spreading like wildfire on his cheeks. "D-Did I say that out loud?" you asked, only to earn a nod from him. "Shit.... I get it if, y'know, you... um... don't like... m-me b-b-back...." You tried to add on to what you said, but by then, the American had already pulled you into a tight hug. "You have no idea how long I've waited to hear you say those words, dudette!" he smiled brightly, making you laugh. "To be honest, the whole point of coming here was so I could ask you to be my girlfriend...." He then looked down and scratched the back of his neck. "R-Really?" you asked, hoping it wasn't a prank. "Yeah," he nodded. "So, uh, what d'you say? Wanna be the Lois Lane to my Clark Kent?" "Always, you big dork," you grinned as you hugged him tightly.

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Canada

The two of you were watching Frozen, only because you two were babysitting your younger sister, (little sister's name). Sure, you hated anything having to do with glitter and sparkles except for shipping it to your enemies so they can open a box of glitter, only for it all to fall on the floor, making it impossible to pick up and get off of them (Yes, this is a real thing I would pay good money to do.); however, your sister complained to tell mom you were dating someone if she didn't get her way. "I've seen this movie a million times, and it gets worse each time," you pouted as your little sister sang an off-key version of 'Let it Go.' "I have too, and it's because of my brother and his weird friends when they get completely wasted," Matthew replied understandably. "Oh, I feel bad for you now," you turned away from the usually timid Canadian. "Don't be," he smiled. "My older brother knows all the songs by heart when he gets drunk. It's actually kinda funny. He taught the song 'Love is an Open Door' to a family friend of ours, got him drunk, and then videotaped him while he sang it to my other brother." "Do you have the video?" you asked, trying not to burst out laughing. "Yeah, I do," he nodded. "It happened a couple weeks ago." "I wanna see!" you grinned as he started the video.

   The video was only a few minutes long, but it was probably the best thing you've seen in a long time. It showed a blond, rather attractive British dude who was drunk off his ass, questioning his religion. "C'mon, Iggy! Tell him how you feel!" Matthew's brother shouted in the background. "Y'know, Francis," the drunken Brit staggered over to a blond Frenchman. "I love you, so *hic* much!" "Um... Angleterre? I zink you 'ad too much to drink...." the Frenchie, who you assumed was Francis, tried to back away slowly. "Can I say something crazy?" "Oui?" "I love you, frog!" "Can I say somezing crazier?" "Sure," "Je t'aime aussi, Angleterre~" "Love is an open *hic* DOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRR~!"