Hetalia Reader x Country One shots

Best Friends Brother: Britain x Reader

You grinned, seeing the text that your best friend Alfred sent you. Swooping up your bag, you ran downstairs with your phone in hand.

Sure, you were excited to see Alfred, but you had a crush on his older brother, Arthur. You loved his pink dyed tips, and the way he got into his music when he was playing his guitar.

Knocking on their door, a tall American opened the door. He greeted you, and you stepped inside, still holding your bag.

"Overnight, right?" You questioned, biting your lip.

"Yeah. Sorry for the music, they've been at it for hours." Al snarled, climbing up the stairs with you. You agreed, but on the inside, you honestly could listen to him for hours.

You were in love.

****

Al and Arthur's mom got home early, so she made you all dinner. Arthur's band left a while ago, but he was cleaning his car, too busy to eat. But, you offered to take his food to him anyway.

You knocked on the garage wall, and he shot his head toward the noise.

"Hi." You smiled, holding the plate. He turned his attention back to the car.

"Hey there." He chuckled, "Sorry, I'm not hungry."

You pouted and walked toward him, the smell of a yummy casserole in hand. "Oh come on, you've got to eat. It's bad if you don't."

He sighed in defeat. "Fine, I will. Want to stay out here? I'm getting a bit lonely."

"Sure!" You said, placing yourself on the work bench. You squealed in excitement inside your head when he suddenly smiled at you.

"Wha's going on with you?" He asked, taking a bite of the food.

"Nothing much. Just a project, a friend, and maybe a crush." There was no way he would ask, he isn't that interested in you. Yet you blushed at the last part, eyes gazing over the chest he was uncovering. "Nice abs." You laughed.

He laughed too. "So what about this crush?" He asked, suddenly interested. "Whoever it is, he's lucky to have you as their admirer."

You blushed harder, and responded. "Arthur! Are you confessing your undying love for me?" You giggled.

"Why not?" He fake pouted. You stood up, now walking towards him. It got silent quickly, and he smirked. "(Y/N)..." He cooed in your ear, making your face red.

"Y-Yes?" You responded shakily. This was really happening!

"I wasn't kidding. Do you like me?" He purred softly.

"No." You replied, watching his face fall. "I love you, you idiot." You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. He kissed back, trailing his hands down your back. You squeaked when he got near you ass, and this made him chuckle.

"You've never had your ass touched?" He asked you as he pulled away. You shook your head, and let out a shaky breath. He yanked you closer, squeezing you. "Ahh, nice bum." He laughed, kissing you again.

"A-Arthur..." You half moaned. "I-I've got to get inside. Alfred's going to come out and see us." You bit your lip.

"Oh he sees you alright."

Both of you shot your heads toward the noise and were surprised to see Al. "(Y/N), inside. Now." He ordered you, watching you shuffle inside. Screams were heard from outside, and you watched from the top window what was going on. Their mom walked out, and both threw their hands up in defeat. 

"This is my fault." You cried, holding your phone close to you. "I-If I hadn't taken the food out to him, I could've just gone on crushing like I normally do."

"(Y/N), I'm sorry, he won't ever touch you again." Al put a soothing hand on your shoulder. 

"You don't get it, do you? I love him!" You shouted, running downstairs and grabbing your stuff.

"(Y/N)! Where are you going!?" He asked. 

"FAR AWAY! WHERE NO ONE CARES THAT I'M THERE!" Sobbing, you opened the door, tears fleeing from your (e/c) eyes. You climbed into your car and shut the door, driving towards some place everyone loves whether you don't like coffee or you do. 

Starbucks.

****

"I'm sorry, (Y/N) please listen to me."

"Text me back asap, we need to talk."

"Call me." 

Delete. Delete. Delete! All of those were from Al and you sipped your (f/b). You finally got one from Arthur.

"Babe, he's really mad, just call him."

"Why should I? He's pissed at me for liking someone!"

"No, he was afraid you would drift away from him... Please?"

"Fine."

"(Y/N) finally." Al spoke worriedly through the phone. "I-I'm so sorry... I got overprotective and I shouldn't have."

You sighed, "It's fine, Al. You know you'll always be my best friend."

"Thanks, (Y/N)." He laughed a bit. "Now turn around."

Doing as you were told you turned around. There stood the Arthur you knew and loved. You tackled him to the floor, cheeks bright as day. "Arthur, you're here." 

"I will always be here for you love."