Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

The First Kiss is Always the Sweetest (X)

This book hasn't been updated for too long, nor does it have very many updates. It does, however, have 1,000 reads, I'm not even gonna count how many- wait... 

1,000 reads?!

Thank you all so much! I never thought this scenarios book was going to get too far, let alone receive 1,000 reads. I couldn't have done it without you amazing readers!

Anyway, on with the scenarios! (This one was requested by iwillbeyourdeath .)

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Italy Veneziano:

   "Please, (Name)? Fratello isn't home and I don't want to be lonely!" Feli whined on the other end of the phone. "... Alright, I'll be right there," you sighed as you reluctantly pulled yourself out of bed and hung up the phone. This wasn't the first time your Italian boyfriend woke you up just so the two of you could make pasta. It was sweet the first time, but nowadays he does this all the time. 

   I can't believe he always talks me into this! you groaned as you knocked on the door to Feli's house. A few minutes later, there was still no response. "Goddammit," you muttered under your breath. You turned around and started to walk away until you heard the door open. "(Name)! You're here!" the brunet pulled you into a suffocating hug. "F-Feli, can't... b-b-breathe...," you managed to squeak out. "Oh, sorry, bella!" Feli replied as he let you go. "Making pasta again?" you asked, already knowing the answer. "Si! Now, let's go!" the bubbly brunet nodded before dragging you into the house.

(Timeskip to once the pasta is done)

   "Thanks for making pasta with me, bella," Feli smiled that closed-eyed smile that always gives you butterflies in your stomach. "N-No problem," you replied. "Um, (Name)? You have something on your cheek," he said, pointing to a side of his face. "..." You tried to find a napkin to wipe whatever the something was off until Feli stopped you by replying, "Here, let me get it." It was a few seconds later when you felt a pair of lips on your cheek. Feli was kissing you. "There, much better!" Feli beamed as he pulled away. "It was just some tomato sauce, no big deal or- hey! (Name), you look like a tomato!" "W-What?!" you asked, trying to look as calm as possible. "Y-You kissed me!" "Mhm~" he nodded. "You taste very sweet as well~" "..."

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Germany:

   You were hiding in a closet so that you didn't have to train with Ludwig. Sure, you knew that getting exercise was healthy and all, but you weren't that big into fitness like your boyfriend was. He'll never find me in here, you smirked. "(Y/N)!" you heard Ludwig shout. "Vhere ze hell are jou?" You tried to hold in your giggles, hoping that Ludwig wouldn't find you. You did this almost every time your boyfriend wanted you to train with him, but he found you every time. This time, unfortunately, was no different. He slammed the closet door opened and pulled you out of the closet. "Vhat am I going to do about jou?" he asked teasingly. "Not make me train?" you asked. "Not a chance," he chuckled as you pouted. "Alright, alright, I'll train," you sighed before smirking, getting an idea. "On one condition." "Vhich is?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Kiss me," you replied. Although you never expected him to actually kiss you, he did, on your cheek, and his face was redder than a ripe tomato by the time he pulled away. "Now, vill jou train?" he asked, still recovering. "Hmm... nope!" you giggled before running away. "(Y/N)! Get back here!" the flustered German shouted before he chased you.

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Japan:

   Man, do I fucking love Pocky, you thought to yourself, grinning before shoving the chocolate end of one of the stick into your mouth. You were currently waiting for Kiku to return home from a meeting and watching (favorite anime other than Hetalia). You stuck your hand into the box of Pocky, only to feel nothing inside. "Shit, I'm out of Pocky!" you muttered before heading back to your secret Pocky stash (Yes, you have one of those.), only to find that empty as well. "SON OF A FUCKING TITAN!" you screeched, throwing your fists at the closest soft thing to you: a pillow. "This is worse than what happened to Marco!" you pouted. "And what happened to L!" You then noticed a small, yellow slip of paper, picked it up, and read what the message on it said: