Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

Hetalia preferences. (How you met)

England.
Here I am. Once again at work in the cafe. It's a lovely place, run by two of my grandmother's friends. Most of our customers are the elderly aside from one regular. A rather young looking guy, short blond hair and striking green eyes, always well dressed and very well spoken. He sits at the same table at the same time and orders the same thing every day. An English Breakfast tea with no milk as he wouldn't use it and a single scone with jam and clotted cream.
11:30 as if on cue he walked elegantly through the door. "Good afternoon sir. The usual I presume?" He smiled and nodded.
"That would be delightful thank you."
"If you want you can take your table and I'll bring it to you." He once again smiled and walked to his table by the window. Giving a brief "thank you." Beforehand.
I walked over with the tray, serving him his tea and scone. I then left him to his business. I was just polishing some cups when I heard a voice. "Excuse me. I apologise if you are busy but may I ask you something?" I looked up to see the well dressed Englishman standing in front of me holding the plate with the scone.
"Of course. Is there something wrong sir?"
"Not at all I wanted to ask who made this scone."
"Oh uh, well I did. You see the early mornings are getting a little too much for Barb so I come in and do the baking for her now." I spoke looking away from the customer.
"Oh. I wanted to give my compliments to whomever made it, I haven't had one like this in a very long time, I'd say it were perfect." He smiled. My face lit up in a smile from such high praise.
"Thank you sir!" Just as he was about to walk away I spoke up again, "excuse me! But I never got around to asking your name, I should at least know that of our most regular customer." He turned smiling.
"Arthur. Arthur Kirkland."

America
Another day in America, it's been a few months since I moved here from Britain. I'm still not used to some things. Like the fact of driving on the other side of the road, that's weird. As I was walking along the pavement, on my phone, not really paying much attention, I walked straight into someone. "Oh god. I'm so sorry." I looked up at the man in a brown military uniform and dark bomber jacket. Oh god.
"Nah it's fine. Don't worry about it." He smiled down at me, bright blue eyes shining from behind his thin glasses. Blond hair sticking out in a rough style. I looked around to stop myself from staring only to realise I was utterly lost.
"Damn."
"Something wrong dude. You look lost? No worries! I'll help ya find where you need to be! Cause I'm a hero!" He spoke very loudly and with a great deal of enthusiasm.
"Uh. Thanks. I'm trying to get to the train station. And you are?"
"I know where that is! And Alfred F. Jones, at your service!" He took my hand and took off running "follow me!" Oh lord he had so much energy. How much coffee did this guy drink this morning?! We arrived at the train station and I keeled over, trying to catch my breath.
"Yano... We could've... Just walked." I said between breaths.
"Yeah but running was faster and easier!"
"Speak for yourself. But thanks, I owe you one."
"Take my number and we'll call it even." He handed me a card with his number on it. "Enjoy your trip!" He waved walking off. What the hell just happened?!

Germany
Hmmm. Bored again... I know! I grab my bag and walk to the park, once there I search for a good spot and sit on the grass. The warm summer sun beating down on me. Out of my bag I pulled a pad and set of pencils and started sketching, after a while I decided to move to another spot, I gathered up my stuff and just as I stood up some jogger ran into me, knocking me straight back to the ground. "Oww." He helped me up quickly.
"I'm so sorry Fräulein. Are jou hurt??" He spoke in a deep voice with a thick German accent.
"I'm okay. Just wasn't quite expecting that." I smiled, bending down to pick up my sketching supplies.
"Oh. Let me help jou." He picked up my sketchbook and looked at the page it had fallen open on. "Zhis is amazing. Jou have such a talent."
"Oh. Thank you." I blushed looking up at the tall well built man, his blond hair perfectly slicked back, his eyes a bright blue. He handed back my book and held out his hand.
"Ludwig Beilschmidt. It's a pleasure to meet you liebe." I took his hand and shook it.
"Y/N. Do you come here running a lot?"
"Ja. It is a beautiful place, especially on a run to clear my head."
"Well... I may see you again sometime Ludwig." I looked at my watch. "I should really be getting home. I hope to see you again."
"Ja. Likewise liebe."