Boyfriend Scenarios: Hetalia

Christmas Eve

America

"Come on, come on, come on dudette~" Alfred whined from the couch. You giggled.

"I'm coming Alfie, just give me another minute with the popcorn." You said from the kitchen, already imagining Alfred pouting. Once the popcorn was done, you put it all in a bowl and walking over to the couch where you sat beside Alfred, with him draping the blanket over you.

"Got everything?" You asked. Alfred grinned and nodded.

"Yep; popcorn, candy, cookies, chips, soda, juice, and water." He said, pointing to the drowning coffee table in front of you guys.

"Mmm, great. Now let's start watching those Christmas specials." You said, getting a cheer from Alfred.

"Totally dudette, starting with Rise of the Guardians!" He said, already taking up the remote. You raised an eyebrow.

"That counts as a Christmas special?" You asked. Alfred shrugged.

"It's got Santa in it and it is a pretty sweet movie dudette." He said. You shrugged.

"Alright, but I hope you don't get scared of the villain." You said. Alfred gave you a pout.

"There's no way the Hero would be afraid of a silly nightmare." Alfred said as you rolled your eyes and began the movie.

~Time Skip~

"Wah!" Alfred screamed as Pitch had Jack cornered in his hideout. Alfred clung to you as you paused the movie.

"I think its time we stop and go to bed." You said. Alfred looked at you and was about to argue when you said, "If we don't then Santa won't come." And with that he bolted off to bed, with you following behind him.

England

You were just getting ready for bed when you caught the scent of something burning a bit. With a sigh you put on your robe and got out of bed, walking downstairs to find Arthur near the Christmas tree.

"Arthur, what are you doing?" You asked. Arthur turned and smiled at you.

"Just setting up some treats for Santa, love." He said. You raised an eyebrow.

"And what would those 'treats' be?" You asked. Arthur smiled proudly as he let you look.

"Milk with some lovely scones I made earlier today." He said proudly, not noticing you gagging slightly at the sight of what was probably now coal on a plate next to milk.

"Umm, that's great?" You said, not wanting to hurt Arthur's feelings. Arthur beamed and started walking up the stairs, boasting to himself how Santa will love Arthur's scones and prove that British cooking is great.

You sighed and quickly took the plate of 'scones' and dumped them into the trash can, taking a few cookies from your cookie jar instead and placing them on the plate beside the glass of milk. You then took a piece of paper and wrote,

"Dear Santa, please take all cookies and note with you so that Arthur won't find out that I threw out his scones that he left for you"

With the note done, you placed it beside the cookies and went upstairs to bed.

China

"Yao, I think the salad and desserts are done." You said, looking over your work. "How are the main dishes coming along?" You asked, looking over your shoulder.