Fictional Character X Reader Oneshots

hetalia preferences-christmas special.

A/N I know I promised more characters but I wanted to get into the festive spirit now I have time to write. I know it's late. Uni coursework and all and I thought I had already posted it. Sorry.

England.
I have been seeing Arthur for a while now and Christmas is nearly upon us. "Thank you so much for locking up for me Y/N. Are you sure you dont want me to stay?"
"Don't worry, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up and I can clean the last of the cafe. Have a good Christmas." I said sweeping behind the counter.
"Have a good Christmas dear." She said walking out the door. I finished the last of my cleaning and stepped outside, locking the door behind me. I walked out into the street, letting the cold air fill my lungs. I let out a misty breath and a slight shiver. As I did so a pair of warm arms wrapped around me, making me jump.
"Hey, it's just me." The soothing, familiar British voice whispered in my ear. "Come to collect my beautiful lady on Christmas Eve." He turned me around kissing the back of my hand as he took it.
"I have something for you Arthur." I spoke reaching into my bag.
"It's not Christmas yet." He protested. He was a sucker for tradition. "At least wait until we get home." He smiled and walked me back to his place. "Okay, seeing as you are so keen to give me this thing, you can now."
"Oh its nothing major just a little something I picked up at the cafe." I smiled, pulling out a scone, neatly wrapped in foil. He unwrapped it and pulled me into a hug.
"You know me too well, I assume it's one of yours."
"Just for you Arthur. Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas my love."

America
"Hey dude! You coming?!" Alfred shouted as I made my way downstairs.
"Yes, if you give me a minute. Calm down." I said, wrapping my scarf around my neck.
"Come on! I wanna be there for when they open." He took my hand and practically ran down the street.
"Al. You know I hate skating! And slow down."
"You'll be fine, it's times square! We HAVE to!" As we queued up to get onto the rink Alfred turned to me, wrapping his arm around me. "You're going to be just fine, focus on me and you won't get hurt. I promise." We hired some skates, and Alffed bought me to the edge of the rink. He took my hands in his and helped me onto the ice, I wobbled forwards and clung onto him. "I got ya." He kept ahold of both of my hands and lead me around the edge of the rink until I found my feet. As it grew darker all the lights started turning on, making our surroundings even more beautiful. He pulled me closer. "Merry Christmas." He smiled, gently placing a kiss on my lips.
"Merry Christmas Alfred."

Germany
"Ludwig?! You ready? I can't wait much longer!" I shouted attaching the leash to our dog, he's a beautiful Alsatian. "Even Fitz is ready and excited aren't you boy? You wanna do some Christmas shopping?" He jumped up licking all over my face. "Down boy." I laughed, obediently he sat in front of me. I turned to see Ludwig stood at the top of the stairs.
"Jou have trained him well liebe." He walked downstairs smiling. He walked over to me, wrapping an arm around my waist, "are jou sure jou're going to be varm enough?"
"Ja. I'm sure." I smiled. "Let's go. I've never been to a proper German Christmas market."
"Jou vill love it." He attached the lead to Fitz's collar and opened the door. "Let's go." We walked into the town centre, it was amazing. Snow, beautiful wooden stalls.
"Wow." Ludwig smiled down at me. We looked around for a bit, bought a few things for family and friends. "Oh. Oh. Ludwig! Can we buy strudel?!" I begged pulling him towards a stand.
"Ja. Ja. Ja." He laughed. "Zwie strudel bitte."
"Ja. Herr Beilschmidt." The man responded, before placing the hot, fresh strudel into two containers. "Zehn euro bitte." Ludwig payed and we walked through town to the park and sat on a bench eating our strudel.
"Ludwig. I think this is gonna be a good Christmas." I rested my head on his shoulder. "Fröhliche Weihnachten."
"Vow. Jour German is getting better." He smiled, holding my hand. "Fröhlich Weihnacht."

Italy
"It's nearly-a Christmas!!" The joyful Italian shouted running through the halls of the house. "Ouch. Scusa Ludwig." He ran into Ludwig then. Bang! "Ouch." I opened the door to find Feliciano sat on the floor rubbing his head.
"Oh Feli. Did jou forget how to use zhe door?" I asked, trying to contain my laughter.
"No. I just slipped on the floor."
"Vas zhat before or after running into mein door?" I helped him up and sat him on my bed, shutting the door. "Oh Feli." I smiled, retrieving a cold pack from my first aid kit, "put zhis on jour head." We sat on my bed, curled up in covers just chatting and laughing. As the conversation faded we fell into a comfortable silence. The only sound was the faint Christmas music being played next door.
I sat playing with the hem of his jacket when he leaned over kissing me gently.
"Kesesesesesese!! Go for it little schwester!"
"Agh! Erhalten Sie das verdammte heraus Gil!!" I shouted getting up and pushing him out.
"Ve. What did you-a say?"
"I told him to go away. But not as nicely as zhat." I spoke sitting back with Feliciano.
"Buon Natale. Y/N."
"Fröhlich Weihnacht. Feli."