Hetalia boyfriend scenarios

How you meet ( F.A.C.E. Family)

France

You were a dancer at a well-known ballet academy. You just finished training and suddenly craved something sweet. You decided to walk around town to find something to eat.

You just so happened to pass by a bakery while you were walking. The sweet aromas coming from the store made your stomach grumble, so you quickly went inside the store.

You opened the door which made a little bell rang. You were greated by different pastries around you. Walking around, you tried to find something delicious, but not too fattening, because it will, according to your teacher, ruin your dancer's body.

You approuched the counter and pressed the bell on it.

" Just a moment!" someone said from inside the kitchen. Then, a blonde walked out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel, his blue eyes shining when he saw you.

" Ah, a customer! What can I get you, mon cheri?" he asked with a French accent.

" I'm trying to find something that is low on fat, because I'm a dancer, and you know, I need to keep my dancer's body." yoy said, smiling.

The Frenchman ducked to get something from the display tray and bounced back up.

" How about some vanilla crepes? These are low on sugar, mon cheri." he said, gesturing to the crepes. You smiled wider.

" Yeah, this sounds good, I'll take three please." you said, digging into your bag to get the money.

" Non, mademoiselle, you can get these for free." he said, putting the pastries in a bag. You gaped at him.

" N-no, I can't take these for free! You are doing some buisness, and I must pay you!"

The man laughed. " Non, it is okay, cheri. I am the boss of this place. And if I say you can get it for free, then you can!"

You thought for a moment. " Well at least I can exchange something with you,"

" If you insist. I only ask for your name and phone number."

You laughed. " Were you trying to flirt with me? If you wanted to know my name and number, you can just ask! Well if you must know, my name is (y/n) (l/n)."

The man smiled. " Merci, mon cheri. And I am Francis Bonnefey."

You guys talked a bit more and exchanged numbers.

As you walked back to the ballet academy's dorm rooms, you muched on the crepes happily and smiled, knowing that you've made a new friend.

America

You were eating at McDonalds, working on your next drawing. You were about about to take another bite from your burger when you felt someone tap your shoulder. Looking up, you saw a blonde man with glasses looking at you.

" Hey, dudette, do you mind if I share the table with you?" he said, sounding like those surfers at the beach.

You shook your head and smiled. " Not at all, please sit."

He thanked you and sat down, putting his tray across from you. You gasped at the amount of food he had on his tray. There were four burgers, one large fry and a large milkshake. How is the man this fit when he takes in so much calories?!

The man began to eat his burgers, enjoying the taste while he stuffed a fry and took a small swig from his milkshake.

You tried to ignore him and continue sketching, working on the highights and shading.

" Hey dudette,"

You looked up, your pencil hovering from the paper. " Yes?"

The man swallowed a bite ad he gestured to your sketch. " You draw nice, I couldn't draw if my life depended on it." he said, drinking from his milkshake.