Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

I Don't Bite: You Found Me

I wanted to put Here Without You by 3 Doors Down Kurt Hugo Schneider cover but it's note of a break up/I miss you my love type song.... Oh well, I guess :/

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[Name] holds onto the rail. She smiles widely, hair blowing out behind her and clear sky above her. She can't help but thinking where Francis is; did he find Antonio and Gilbert? Was he took late? But no... he could always go to their houses- she sighs, if he manned up. Its okay though, she knows they would forgive him. Especially when they came up with such a stupid idea....

"Honestly," she mumbles. Taking one last look at the landscape [Name] turns around to leave. Arthur would probably be waiting for her if he isn't already neck deep in homework.

Walking out of the building, the girl takes her time going home. Sometimes, its just better to be alone with the air and own thoughts. Its better not to be watched 25/8 by everyone and push herself to be her very best; striving to be as close to perfect as she can for everyone, make them all happy.

She sighs. She wonders if anyone has noticed. If anyone can see how hard she is pushing herself, if they can see past the wall she puts around herself. It would be nice, [Name] muses, to be noticed past the perfectionist she tries to become.

She reaches her front door a lot faster than expected.

Opening it takes a lot more courage than she wishes to give.

Now. Her hand touches the knob.

Grip.
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Twist.

"I'm home mom! Dad!" She yells. She closes the front door a lot harder than intended.

"[Name!] I just put your brothers to sleep! Hush!" Your mother hisses around the kitchen corner. You mumble an answer and hand your jacket on the rack beside the door and take off your shoes. In front of you, right as you walk in, is the living room; the couches has is back to you and the TV blares at you. On either side of the room are chairs and a bookcase or two, lamps dotted here and there beside the seating places. Then to your left is the kitchen followed by the back deck and what leads to the basement. On your right are the bedrooms save for your parents' which are actually upstairs and above the kitchen.

You head down the hallway that leads to your older brother's room. Taking a deep breath, you raise your fist to knock. And as always, he answers on the first calling.

"Hey, [Name!] How are you?" Your British brother asks, giving you a genuine grin. As always, your blond brother puts you first; even now (to your accurate prediction) he sits at his desk with piles of paper, pens and pencils and candy wrappers surrounding him. He stops just to hear you procrastinate about your day.

For some time, that's what you do. You tell him what went on throughout your school day; only that you leave out both the roof and Francis Bonnefoy.

Inwardly, you cringe at what your brother would say and do if you told him you were alone with a member of the Bad Touch Trio, even if you are to convince him that he was (although now "is") apart of the trio he wouldn't.... Gah! Your brother is all against the group of boys. No matter what Arthur thinks, they really are good guys at heart; they would hurt no one, never go against another's wishes, or even think to be so cruel. But no, your brother and a few others don't want to believe that. At least you know the truth. Even if you are the only one.

It's just the thought of another simply disliking another based upon..... In other words, it angers you.

"Arthur," you say after having retrieved the both of you tea. "Tell me; what about Francis, Antontio, and Gilbert do you hate so much?"

You plan your words carefully, you say them slowly hoping that being direct in a soft manner might loosen your brother some. It doesn't. He stares at you, eyes glinting and face contorting into anger. Silence stretches on and you can feel tension and hate waving from your brothers aura as if it wants to touch you with its venom.

"And could you...please give me a real reason please? Nothing s-sprouted from...rumors!" Your voice sqeaks under the pressure of gem coloured eyes. Jeez....

"Fine." Arthur nods quickly. You blink, he's actually going to-! Just like that?!

"I simply hate them."

For a moment, you font respond. That's all? That's it? Nothing...else?

You stare skeptically at your brother; now, having given you what you asked, he leans back in his chair with his arms crossed and smirk on his face. Confident jerk.

"You can't... Oh my," you put a hand to your mouth, not exactly sure how to feel. On one side, you want to laugh. The other you want to puck your brother. The third, you want to just leave on that.

"What for?" You demand. He has to have a reason for hating them, especially Francis. And speaking of which, why do the two bicker so much? Some sort of years-old fued or.....

At this, Arthur's face twists into that as if he ate a lemon. "I don't need a reason-"

"Arthur Maximus Kirkland!" You huff. "You have a reason. A stupid one probably. You act as if those boys did something to you; and even though your older you act like a child when it comes to them! What about how I feel, hm? I like hanging out with them; and not for whatever reason you have stuck in your head, brother. They're nice and funny and kind and- Grrrr!!!" Making a strangling motion to your brother, you snatch up your bag and cup, leaving his room with thunderous steps.

You curse as you stomp your way to wherever. Curse your older brother an his bogus excuses. He "simply hates" them? As if!

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You sit at the table eating a quick dinner of ramen noodles and watching TV. Its been some hours since your yelling at Arthur. Thankfully, he hasn't tried speaking to you. If he did, you probably would've went crazy.

As you sulk into dark corners, you don't hear the doorbell ring, or your mother answering it. You had spaced out too far and almost died when your mother shakes you into attention. "A friend of yours is at the door, [Name]. Didn't you hear me?"

No.

"Okay mom," you push away from the table and stand. It's better not to try and argue with her that none of your friends would visit you....

You lazily open the front door in which your mother closed and gape at your guest.

"Francis?!"

Omg. I'm making a part 4

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Totally unexpected. But when you get an idea... you just go with it! And Part 4 IS THE FINAL PART JEEZ

THIS SONG IS SUPPOSE TO BE FREAKIN ABOVE BUT I AM EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES OH MY GOD