Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios! (Requests OPEN)

When He Has Pervertitis (X)

Unlike my recent scenarios, this one will be split in half and will be written in his point of view.

Enjoy!

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Italy Veneziano:

   "Bella! When'll the pasta be done?" I asked for the fifth time in a row. "For the last time, Feli, it'll be a few minutes!" (Y/N) replied, trying to keep her patience. I let out an impatient sigh and left my spot on the couch to head to the kitchen. I peeked my head in the room to see (Y/N) completely focused on chopping tomatoes for the sauce. She was too busy to notice me standing a few feet behind her. As for me, I was too busy marveling at how bella she looked to notice the knife in her hand. I remembered the one time that mio fratello and I were visiting our grandfather. He told us, "If you see a woman you love and find bella, you have to chase the opportunity to be hers forever." I let this thinking get the better of me as I wrapped my arms tightly around (Y/N) and left kisses all over the back of her neck. I thought I heard her tell me to stop, but I couldn't focus. I chuckled as I felt her squirm in my arms. I then nipped at her ear and whispered in a low, husky voice, "You're lucky you have a knife in your hands; just think of all the things I could do to you right now~" I then took it a step further as one of my hands lowered to her ass and I gave it a rough squeeze. "F-Feli! Stop it!" (Y/N) squealed, swatting my hands away. "Now it's gonna take longer for it to be done!" "That's okay," I replied with a smirk. "I'm not hungry for food." "Why were you complaining earlier that you were star- YOU FUCKING PERVERT!" she began, only to start screaming at me once she heard the second part of what I said. She grabbed a nearby frying pan and chased me around the house with it, nearly burning the pasta. I laughed the entire time she chased me. Just you wait, my kitten. I will have my way one day.

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Germany:

   Today was a lazy day at my house, which hardly ever happens nowadays. I was scrolling mindlessly on the internet while (Y/N) was reading a book. She would often toss and turn, groaning as she struggled to find a comfortable position. I let out a sigh as I let her use me as a pillow, but ended up cuddling with her as she read her book. She sighed in content as I ran my fingers through her hair. I got bored quickly and moved my hands down to what I thought was her waist, but was actually her chest. "Um... Ludwig?" she asked. "Why are you grabbing my chest?" "Wha- oh, sorry," I replied with a deep blush, moving my hands down to the right place. Damn you, perverted thoughts.

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Japan:

   I was making Ramen for myself and (Y/N) while she was in her room watching her favorite anime. I smiled to myself as I heard her laugh at the funny part and frowned when I heard her sniffle at the sad parts. I tried not to laugh as she screamed at the TV, trying to tell (favorite character) to kiss (character you ship favorite character with). Why, just why did (Y/N) have to be so adorable? I then heard the ending theme of her favorite anime followed by a shout of, "That's it?" before I brought her bowl of Ramen to her room. Her door was shut, so I knocked and let myself in after a few seconds. I nearly dropped her bowl when I saw that she was dancing to the opening theme of her favorite anime, but she was smiling and having a good time. I set her bowl on a nearby table and almost left her room without being noticed, until I heard (Y/N) say, "Kiku? Why is your nose bleeding?" I raised an eyebrow and felt my nose. Sure enough, she was right; my nose was bleeding. "Um..." I began, only to get distracted by the mental images I was getting from her dancing. "Are you having dirty thoughts about me?" she asked. I shook my head as I blushed and quickly left the room. She was right about my dirty thoughts; I thought she looked sexy while she was dancing. Why can't I control my own dirty thoughts?