Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

The First Kiss is Always the Sweetest (A)

This is the second part to the first kisses scenario.

Enjoy!

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America:

   The two of you were binge-watching Pixar movies just for the hell of it. You had a particularly stressful day at work, so Alfred thought that watching movies would take your mind off of things. So far, you had watched Up, Finding Nemo, The Incredibles, and Monsters Inc. "What now?" Alfred asked, starting to get a bit tired. "Hmm... how about Big Hero 6?" you replied. The loud American perked up pretty quickly at your response. "I love that movie!" he chirped. "Well, turn it on, silly!" you laughed, playfully punching his arm. "Alright, alright," he chuckled, turning the movie on and grabbing more popcorn. As the movie played on, Alfred lost interest in it and was watching you watch the movie. He smiled as he heard you laughing at the part where Baymax was running out of air. After one of your favorite lines was said, "There are no red lights in a car chase!", you started to laugh, making your boyfriend smile widely. "That's it," Alfred grinned, pausing the movie. "Alfie? What's wrong?" you asked, tilting your head to the side. "You're too cute not to be kissed," he smirked before pulling you closer to him and shoving his lips onto yours. You were indeed surprised, but you slowly melted into the kiss. You pulled away a few minutes later so you could breathe and said, "You taste like popcorn." "I love you too, (Y/N)," Alfred laughed, forgetting about finishing the movie and cuddling with you for the rest of the night.

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Canada:

   You and Matthew had just finished making pancakes and were about to eat them because they're just that fucking delicious. You put some of them on your plate before looking around to find out where the butter and maple syrup were. "Looking for these, maple?" Matthew asked, holding a tub of butter in one hand and a full bottle of maple syrup in the other. "You're the best, Mattie," you replied, taking the butter and maple syrup out of his hands. Once you put some of each on your pancakes, they were ready to be devoured, and they were within a matter of minutes. "Um... maple?" Matthew began. "Y-You have some syrup right here." He then pointed to a corner of his mouth to show you where the syrup was on your face. You blushed slightly and reached for a napkin before Matthew stopped you. "Um... I-I can get it for you, if you want," he said in his usually shy tone of voice. "Okay," you replied as you raised an eyebrow, wondering what he was going to do. The next thing you knew, you felt a soft pair of lips near yours for a few seconds before they pulled away rapidly. "I-I-I'm s-s-s-so s-sorry, maple! I didn't th-th-think about what I-I was doing! I-I-I should've a-asked-" he became a blushing and stuttering mess until you cut him off by kissing him square on the lips. "For what? Giving me the sweetest first kiss of my life?" you smiled brightly, letting out a chuckle before continuing. "You shouldn't apologize for that, sweetie. Besides, I would've been fine with it anyway." "S-So, you're not upset?" he asked. "Why should I be?" you replied. "I could never be upset, knowing that you love me and are by my side." 

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England:

    "Just try one, love," Arthur coaxed. He had tried to cook some scones again and was now trying to get you to eat one. "Um... I-I already ate," you lied, trying to come up with an excuse to not eat one of those abominations of food. "I know you're lying, love," he chuckled. "Just try one." "How did you know that - I mean - I'm telling the truth!" you replied, catching yourself before you let too much information slip out of your mouth. "You were looking to the left, which is something most criminals do when they're lying," Arthur retaliated. "I was not!" you huffed as your eyes quickly looked to their left. "You're doing it right now, love," he chuckled again. "So, I look to my left," you sighed. "That's not enough to prove me wrong." "You stuttered," he pointed out. "And you admitted that you were lying to me. Just try one of my scones!" "Fuck you," you surrendered as you reached out to grab one, closing your eyes. "Is that a promise?" the Brit smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Not if this kills me," you grumbled as you took one. "You know what? Give the scone to me, (Y/N)," Arthur said, holding his hand out. You did as you were told, wondering if he was joking or not, then muttered, "Thank God." "Close your eyes," he said in an almost commanding tone. You reluctantly did as you were told and the bushy-browed Brit grinned evilly, though you couldn't see it. "Good," he smirked, tearing off a piece of the scone and shoving it in his mouth, hiding it under his tongue. He then pulled you towards him and kissed you square on the lips. His tongue ran across your lips, almost begging to gain access inside your mouth. You foolishly granted said access and his tongue slipped inside with ease. You then felt something slide into your mouth that was dry and burnt. You pulled away and swallowed the item accidentally. "Was that a scone?" you asked through a coughing fit. "Maybe~" Arthur smirked. "YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!" you shouted. You lived to tell the tale, thankfully, (Or did you?) but you didn't share anymore kisses with Arthur for the rest of the week.