You and Katyusha were couple goals. All other couples envied you, a strong, romantic couple that is four years old and still going strong. You absolutely adored Katyusha, and she reciprocated these affections. It was only last month when you proposed to her. The two of you knew everything about each other! Well, almost everything...
You had a little dark side that you didn't want to show Katyusha. A beastly possessive, jealous side of yourself that you wouldn't want her to know about.
Since her home country of Ukraine did not yet legalise same-sex marriage, you both decided to get married in (any country where gay marriage is legal). When you arrived there, you already got uncomfortable with how many men and women were ogling at her voluptuous body. It was only yours to ogle. Peasants, keep your eyes off. -ehem, you lowkey glared at everyone who stared, and flipped them off behind Katyusha's back.
A few days before your wedding, and you were getting excited. Although, you couldn't lay laxed while everyone was undressing your bride with their eyes- I mean, eyeing your fiancee. You were eating at a nice restaurant with her, when the waiter was dead-ass staring down at her cleavage. You, of course, reacted in a controlled manner.
You stabbed his cheek with a butter knife.
You paid your bill, got Katyusha, and ran out the restaurant as fast as you could. Halfway to the resort/hotel you were staying in, you stopped and lent her your coat. She laughed nervously, accustom to such violent antics, living with Natalya and Ivan for so long. She kissed you on the cheek while you grabbed her tight, glowering at everyone, holding her tigtly.
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Hetalia × Reader Oneshots
FanfictionOh, you know. A crappy collection of oneshots written by yours truly. I can do limes, fluff, Nyotalia, 2p!talia and genderswap. We all know Hima-sama owns Hetalia. You own you, some guy owns the cover, and I own this dumb book.
