Fem!Hetalia Girlfriend Scenarios! (Fem!Various x Fem!Reader-chan)

A Walk through Berlin, Fem!Germany x Reader-chan!

  You were walking around Berlin, Germany, marveling at the new-yet-old-fashioned city. You jumped out of the way of a carriage and smiled at the waving couple inside. The fresh dew on the cornflowers dotted your shoes and socks with water droplets, and the fresh air made you feel anew. Berlin was truly a wonderful place.
You were strutting down the street, coffee in hand, when you slipped around a lady with short blonde hair and a trench coat. You politely muttered, "Entschuldigen Sie, excuse me," but she didn't notice you. She leaned against the brick wall, arms crossed, with a grim expression on her face.
You just about turned the corner when you heard shouting from behind you. You turned around to see three men cornering her. You dug around in your travel backpack for some keys, glass, maybe a knife, anything that was sharp. Nothing. You started walking toward the men as one of them started to slip a hand up her trench coat.
*CRACK!* the woman glared down at him menacingly, holding in her right hand, his broken wrist. She leaned into his face and whispered something in German that you couldn't make out, and pushed him down into the cement road, causing him to land on his broken wrist. He grunted in pain, and all his buddies ran like dogs. She stepped over him, crackling her knuckles, throwing punches and kicks that you could hear. She let him go after a good, hard beating.
You walked towards her in ecstasy. "Wow, lady! You sure can throw a punch!" You said, then flying your hands up to your mouth. "Er..Ich meine..." You stuttered, but she put one hand on your shoulder and grinned. "It's okay, I speak English."
---------Time Skip brought to you by crappy German skillz---------
You were now walking towards a shooting range that the girl recommended for fun. She protectively had one hand over your shoulder as she walked, and you felt good about it. Like having your own lesbian body guard. It was even better, because she was actually really cute and affectionate beneath all the brawn and muscle.
"Oh, I never did catch your name." You said as she yanked you down a corner.
"It's Louise." She said shortly. You smiled and kept walking. You then walked into a building with a big red sign that read: Jolanta Indoor-Schießplätze und Bogenschieß, Jolanta Shooting and Archery.
She dragged you to a counter where you were handed some earmuffs and gloves. Louise showed you to the targets, and taught you how to fire a gun.
"It's fairly simple. You hold the pistol steady, Press, don't pull. Instead of pulling the trigger, press (or like my dad likes to say "squeeze") the trigger straight to the rear. Take the slack out of the trigger. Squeeze the trigger to the point you start feeling resistance. And then surprise yourself.''
You fired the gun, and the bullet landed in the dead center of the target. Louise looked at you in amazement. You grinned. "Hey, what can I say? Us Americans and our guns, amirite?"
She laughed, her voice big and booming. "Yes, I'd guess so."
You kept shooting like that for hours until your arms were on the verge of breaking. You finally mustered up enough courage to ask her to leave.
"Hey, my arms are like, on fire. Could we go out to eat or something?" You asked, and then she pet your head like a puppy.
"Here, I'll take you home and make you homestyle German meal." She said, her face beaming. You held her hand all the way to her house.

-------Another time skip because I'm too lazy to care...----------
"You prepare the sausage like this..." Louise said as she expertly cut the sausages in half, taking the excess skin off. In the oven, onions were browning on a bread plate, and potato cakes were boiling in a frying pan. The smell was wonderful.
She slid the fried potatoes, onion bread, and sausage onto a floral plate and set it down with a stein of beer on her wooden table. She smiled as she cooked, and she set down her own plate. You ate with talking points and laughter, and finished your beer to her surprise. She then cleaned up herself, even though you offered to help her. Her house was pristinely clean, and you felt like a stranger to her, even though she let you lay on her soft couch. She sat on the side your head was at, and placed your head on her knees. She toyed with your hair, braiding it, combing it with her fingers, and curling it until you drifted off to sleep. The last thing you heard her say until your dreams took you over was:
"I'm glad I met you, Meine Freundin."