Hetalia Fluff and Stuff (country x reader) drabbles

Fitting In

No matter how you tried, you seemed to always be invisible, a chameleon around others. Now, you were changing that, you began to wear high-waisted shorts, heels, trendy shirts, wear make-up, and wear your hair in cute styles. You would admit, it wasn't exactly the perfect idea of comfort but you became popular and you were no longer the chameleon. Your best friend, Arthur, noticed too but he seemed, upset recently and you were unsure why. Today you were eating with (p/n) and her clique, they basically ran the school, and then the subject of Arthur came up. "Why do you hang out with that bushy-eye browed British loser (y/n)?" (p/n) asked, venom lining her voice. You rolled your eyes and sneered haughtily, "He hangs out with me, the little twerp with caterpillar eyes is stuck on my ass." you reply. (p/n) looks satisfied with your answer and smirks, "(c/n) can take care of him, just get Arthur to come to the party tonight and he'll regret ever meeting you." she laughs in an evil way and struts off. You gulp nervously, your crush is going to "take care" of Arthur? You composed yourself and went over to join your new group of friends, today was going to end too fast...

------time skip brought to you by; England's cooking--------

It was 7:04 and you were standing in front of (p/n)'s large mansion house, wearing the outfit you bought after school today with your friends. You scanned the area for (c/n) and when your (e/c) eyes, lined with mascara and eye liner, landed on him you gave him a nod and a flirtatious smile, which he generously returned. Then, you saw Arthur and you almost burst out laughing, he was wearing a white button up shirt, with an argyle sweater vest clad with pressed khakis, and a striped bow tie and loafers. He was standing at the front porch offering home-made scones, which everyone refused kindly (hint sarcasm) as he held out the box. You walked up to him slowly, "Ah, (y/n)! Wanna scone?" he cheered peppily. You shook your head "no" vigorously and adjusted the hem of your dress. Arthur, finally, noticed your attire and silently screamed, try to cover you up with his corduroy jacket. You shoved his frantic hands away and glared at him venomously "Arthur, just go with it, god, your such a push-over." you spat. Tears threatened to escape his eyelids, which were damming his salty tears from cascading down his face like an unforgiving waterfall and strutted off towards your clique. "It's almost ready." (p/n) said smirking in a sinister way. You nodded unemotionally and tapped your foot to the loud dub-step music that was playing and glanced around until, (c/n) approached you, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the side of the house. "Grab this rope, and yank on it when I give you the signal, ok?" (c/n) told you and you nodded fiercely, ready to attend to your duty. It all happened in slow motion, or so it seemed, (c/n) giving the signal, you jerking the rope with all your might. Then, an unidentified horrid smelling liquid cascaded upon Arthur's unsuspecting head. A shrill scream could be heard and Arthur turned and looked at you, wearing popular clothes, with popular hair and make-up, trying to be popular and fitting in. Arthur took in a shaky breath and ran, everyone was silent but then a clear, horrible voice rang out, "Way to go, (y/n)! You are one of us now and that 'flying mint bunny'-loving dork is gone so lets party!!!" (p/n) called out, winking at you and probably heading off somewhere to hook up with a drunk jock with a six pack and tan muscles. You turned towards the direction where Arthur ran off to only to come face to face with none other than (c/n), "That was epic (y/n)-" he slurred but you shoved him out of the way and ran. Finally, you came across a crying Brit covered in an odorous liquid. He looked up at you, eyes red and swollen with the look of hurt and betrayal. Traitor tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you crouched in front of him, "My poor baby, what have I done?" you cooed gently as you held his trembling form in your arms. "You don't need to fit in, (y/n) cause' you'll always fit in, in my world," as he gestured around him "You'll always be popular to me and I'll be your #1 fan, right next to Flying Mint Bunny." he smiled sweetly. He kissed you passionately and from that day on, you and Arthur loved eachother endlessly because you claimed eachother under those stars, no matter how dorky you two were, you always fit in in eachother's world.

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Notes:

(p/n)= Popular person's name

(c/n)= Crush's name

(e/c)= Eye color

(y/n)= Your name

Also thanks for the support I have one vote and 22 reads but not to be greedy like reader-chan (kidding) I want and need more!! Anyways when I mean claimed eachother (see ending) if its not obvious, Arthur and Reader-chan participate in reproduction (with protection might I add) So that's pretty much it my little waffles..

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