Hetalia Scenarios & Headcanons

1.1 When you first meet

(A/N: There will be two or more versions for each, where the reader will be different (ex: 1= country x country! reader, 2= 2p! country x country! reader). I hope this makes sense, but any other versions may be requested. If you want another character, please ask! Scenarios may be requested, I do accept triggering content. Also, please correct any mistakes I make, languages and otherwise. Now, on to the story!)

     "Crap", you think to yourself as you dash through the crowded streets of New York. You're late for the World Meeting, and you know that Germany will be rather upset with you since this is the third time in a row. Dodging all the other people, you very nearly ruined your (f/c) suit, and almost lost your briefcase. Finally, you dash inside, trying to quietly open the large wooden doors leading to the conference room, but to no avail. One of the doors makes a squeaking sound, and a few people turn to look at you, staring. Germany stood up.

"COULD EVERYVONE JUST SHUT UP FOR VONCE?! I VOULD LIKE TO HAVE VONE, JUSTV ONE MEETING VHERE WE ACTUALLY GET SOMEZHING DONE AROUND HERE!" You sneak to your seat, praying silently that with all the frustration, no one would remember your untimely arrival.

"UND JOU, (C/N)!!" You freeze before looking up at him, smiling.

"Yes, Germany? Is there anything I can help you with?" He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he looks down, clearly irritated.

"Zhis is jour third time being late. Vhat do jou have to say for jourself?"

"Weeeell..." you trail off, attempting to buy time while you think of a reasonable excuse.

AMERICA: "The streets are super confusing, dude! She must've gotten confused, because only THE HERO can find the way in a maze like New York! Haha, maybe tomorrow, I should go with her on the way so she doesn't get lost again!" Germany and you both stare at the American in slight surprise, before Germany nods.

"Ja, I suppose zhat vould be a good idea. Honestly (c/n), jou find a vay to get lost everyvhere. Vait...America, vhat did jou mean by 'tomorrow'?"

"Because the meeting's over, duh! We're ten minutes late and I have a date with some Big Macs at McDonald's that I'm late for! EVERYONE RUN!!" He laughs, and grabs your hand, hardly giving you enough time to grab your briefcase (that you didn't even have enough time to unpack) before he tugs you out of the conference room, out of the building, and into his car. He pushes you into the passenger seat before beginning to drive.

"Um...America? Thanks, but...where are we going?" He laughs, and swerves, causing you to grip your seat belt.

"Well, you heard Germany! You'll be staying with me since you get lost so easily! C'mon, McDonald's is this way!" You sigh, but remain quiet for the rest of the way.

England: "Well, America's city is so crowded, I nearly got lost myself. It's not her fault, everything is rather...chaotic, here." Germany sighs, but nods in understanding. "Very well. (C/n), go to your seat, the meeting will resume. You look around nervously, and see that the only available seat is right next to the person who bailed you out, England. He smiles softly, nodding to indicate his approval for you to sit next to him. You awkwardly walk over, and sit, quickly taking out your notes so as to not miss anything important. A few minutes later, a paper landed on your notebook (that you totally weren't doodling in, nope, not at all). You picked it up and flipped it over, seeing on it, written in pen, "Tea, afterwards?" Of course, that could only be from one person. You look to your right, and nod softly, knowing he saw you from the way a faint smile appeared on his face. You leaned back in your chair, a matching smile on your face, as you looked forward to when the meeting would end.

France: "Ohonhonhon, Germany, you know how uncivilized Americans are, and how was the belle femme (beautiful woman) supposed to know how to navigate such a confusing city without even having been here before?" The frenchman smiles, winking at you. Germany shakes his head. "Fine, just...be on time next time, understand, (C/n)?" You nod quickly, relieved that you had been let off so easily. You look around for a place to sit as Germany resumed the meeting. After a few seconds, France waved his hand, indicating for you to sit in the seat next to him. "You know," he whispered as you sat down, pulling out your notebook. "Afterwards, I know of a charmant (charming) cafe that we could go to...that is, if you want to." He smiles widely, and goes back to his notes after he sees your nod of approval.