Hetalia One Shots

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I got this idea from a YouTube video by the channel Demons With Tea. Here's the vid:

England's P.O.V.

I walked to the old warehouse. "Perfect. Empty." I thought to myself. I pulled out my phone and texted the group.

Me: Hey! The old warehouse is empty. Get over here.

Lovi: On my way with tomato-bastard.

Feli: Ve~ I'm-a coming too!

Katyusha: I'm on my way with Natalia and Ivan.

Gil: "Zhe Awesome me ist on the way!"

Nice. The gang's all coming.

*Time Skip to everyone there*

We all walked into the warehouse. We went to the back, where we usually were. "No. I'm-a not sharing my cigarette with you, tomato-bastard!" Lovi exclaimed as Toni tried to take a drag form his cigarette. We liked to come here and get drunk, high, both or none. We just hung out here cause people don't come here. "Ve~ Fratillo, don't-a be mad." Feli said, smiling. He may seem too sweet and adorable to hang with us, but he is not. He's a little auburn-haired demon with a sweet face.

*Scene change to outside the warehouse*

Alfred's P.O.V.

I was playing catch with my bros Francis and Roderich. "Alfred, catch!" Francis called as he threw the ball. I missed and it rolled into the warehouse. I sighed and chased after it, the guys following me. It kept rolling. It rolled into this little fenced off area. I ran towards it, only to see it stopped by a combat boot. I looked up. Oh shit. There was a gang. The leader had blonde hair with pink in it and a British flag shirt with a studded leather vest and ripped red jeans with black combat boots. He smirked. "Who are you?" I asked nervously. He responded with a motion of his head to his group. They stood up. Roderich and Francis took off running. I tried to, but British dude got me. He sat me down, his friend holding my arms back so I couldn't run. He smirked down at me. "Who are you?" I asked again. "I should be asking that, wanker. We don't like when visitors come." He said, blowing some cigarette smoke in my face. "*cough* I'm Alfred *cough*" There was a noise and his friends returned, dragging my bros with them. They sat us all down and surrounded us. The two girls came over with make up. Just as they were about to do stuff, they were pushed aside by an auburn-haired guy with a lip piercing. In a couple minutes, we were all changed. Makeup, clothes, the whole nine yards. British dude smirked approvingly. "Good job Lovino. Your technique has improved." He said. The auburn-haired male sighed. "Gratzi bastard." He mumbled, going over to another guy with slightly lighter hair. They must be brothers. Arthur look at us. "I'm Arthur Kirkland. I lead this little gang of mine. You've met Lovino. That's his brother Feliciano. The blonde girls over there are Katyusha and Natalia. The platinum haired one playing guitar is Ivan. The white haired guy is Gilbert. And over by Lovi is Antonio." Arthur said, introducing his gang members. "I'm Alfred this is Francis and Roderich." I said, introducing my friends. "Well, now you're one of us." Arthur said. My eyes widened. "Ve~ welcome to the group!" Feliciano said with a smile. "Awww. He's to sweet to be a gang member" I thought to myself. His phone rang. "Scusa~" he said, answering. "Ciao? CHE COSA!?" (1) He yelled into the phone. "VAFFANCULO! Farlo bene la prossima volta o la vostra morte. Fatto?" (2) He said, deathly calm and hung up. "Ve~ Sorry about-a that!" He giggled and went over to chat with his brother. Arthur burst out laughing at my confused and shocked expression. "Yeah. The git acts sweet and dumb, but if you get him mad, the blokes' a bloody nightmare." Arthur said. Everyone nodded. I gulped. "Good to know" I said, nervously. "Hey! Let's all play poker ja? Zhe awesome me vill beat all of jou!" The white haired man said, grinning. "Don't mind him. He thinks he's all that." Arthur whispered. I smiled. I like this guy. We started playing poker. I'm actually not that bad. I keep glancing over at Arthur. Damn is he hot.

Arthur P.O.V.

I smirk inwardly. I see Alfred looking at me. I know he likes me. I can tell. I like him too. "HA! I beat jou all!" Gilbert cheered, showing his hand. Four of a Kind. Alfred smirked. "Oh? What's this?" I thought to myself. "Sorry dude. But I win actually." He said, putting down a Stright Flush. "WAS?! WIE!?!?"(3) Gilbert exclaimed in his native tongue. Alfred laughed. I smirked. "Alfred, come here. You guys keep playing." I said, draping my arm around Alfred's shoulders and leading him away from the poker table. I led him to a quiet corner. "You like me." I said, not leaving room for an argument. Alfred smirked. "Yeah. So What if I do?" He said, winking and putting his hand on my knee. I raised an eyebrow. "Getting cocky are we?" I said, draping my arms around his neck. He smirked back. "Well, get used to it. You'll be talking around one tonight." He said, wrapping his arms around my waist. I smirked more. "Hmm, I don't think i'd mind~" I said, flirtatiously. He smirked. "Well good." He said and kissed me full on the lips. He pushed me against a wall, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand while holding me around the waist with the other. His tongue licked my lips, asking for entrance that I gladly gave him. I pushed against his tongue with mine, our tongues engaged in an exotic dance. "I don't mind being dominated by him. Just wait Alfred, tomorrow, you'll be the submissive." I thought to myself.

Finally done with this! Here are some translations:

(1): Hello? WHAT?!

(2) FUCK OFF! Do it right next time, or else. Got it?

(3) WHAT?! HOW!?!?

Hope you enjoyed. I really liked this video so I wrote a one-shot from it.

Hasta la pasta~!

~Pan Panda