H e t a l i a || x readers

Denmark x Reader | Fanfic |

(Ok ok so first things first. This is an AU where Reader-Chan is a short lil cutie that works at 7-11 and goes to The World Academy high school.)

• In Love With My Enemy •

    "Shit! Shit! I'm late again.." You hissed internally, pushing past the chatting kids in the hallway of your high school. Lunch was no game at The World Academy. 

There was only three more people in the line left, and you frantically sped into the sandwich line. Maybe there will be one left today. Or maybe he got it again.

Just the thought of the obnoxious blonde made you angry. You sped up to the line, quickly typing in your ID number in the small keypad to automatically pay for your lunch using the school's payment system.

You grabbed a juice box and a tray, sliding on a carton of fries and your gaze darted over to the remaining Sandwiches. Not Chicken, not PB & J, not Tuna... there!

Your hand shot out for the sandwich, the world seeming to blur around you as your fingers yearned for the sweet touch of the silver foil of the very last sandwich.

But you were too late, a hand grabbed it first, and you growled, looking to your left and meeting eyes with a very smug looking blonde. He gave you a toothy grin and a peace sign, chuckling.

 "MATHIAS!" You screeched, and the boy took off running, sporting an obnoxious grin and laughing loudly. Your stomach flipped in anger.

Not today.. That is your sandwich.

You spun on your heel, tightly holding onto your tray, your juice box held tightly between your teeth. Sprinting at full speed you tackled the annoying blonde, ripping the sandwich from his grasp and dashing off.

Yes! It's yours!

....Not for long.

You felt yourself being lifted from the ground by a sturdy grip and you began violently kicking at the air. A chuckle could be heard behind you. "Ah. Ah. Ah! I believe that sandwich is mine. I paid for it, Cutie." Mathis chided, snagging the sandwich from your grasp.

You growled, feeling yourself be dropped to your feet and the snickering Dane ran off as fast as you could.

Clenching your sleeve angrily, you took a red pen from your pocket and scribbled the smeared number '156' off of your little wrist. Right above it you wrote '157.'

He has stolen the last Sandwich from you 157 times now.

And that's about to change.

Sighing, you plopped your backpack next to the stool of the nearest table and hastily ate your fries, grumbling and mumbling all sorts of curse words under your breath.

After you had finished, you slung your backpack over your shoulder and pulled down The World Academies' uniform skirt and fixed your black stockings. Sighing internally, you walked over to the garbage can and threw away your tray, your stomach growling at the loss of yet another beautiful sandwich.

One day, Sandwich. One day.

• • •

You were so tired.

Like, really really tired.

It's been a long day of a lack of a heavenly sandwich, a certain blonde Dane torturing your thoughts and dealing with angry costumers that fuss over coupons that ran out of use over four years ago.

Running a shaky hand through your (h/l), (h/c) hair you released a breath you didn't know you were holding as your eyes steadily scanned the empty atmosphere 7-11 you worked at. Your shift ended in 2 hours, exactly 23 minutes away from Mathias' starting shift.