Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Drugged?

Forgive me for what you are about to read, by the way if you want anything in particular (story wise) make a comment or shoot me a message. Credit will given where credit is due. This is a Romano x Reader. Gender will be up in the air as usual. Unless other is wanted, I will write everything.

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(y/n) looked around the smoky club. Why the hell are they there? Good question, the minor has a fake I.D. Yes, the usual goody-two shoes is dabbling in the forbidden fruit of underage drinking, oh the horror. It happens every weekend and the occasional weekday (if conditions are favorable), so it's nothing new. They were spotted by an elder gentleman who walked up to them and ordered them another glass of whatever putrid liquid the minor was partaking of. After a rather long while the youthful (y/n) wanted to go home. When they were about to set up for an uber to pick up their ungodly ass, the older man offered them a ride. They thought a good five minutes and decided that the best course of action would be to go with the normal looking dude.

The moment the car door was shut the man changed, he began asking favors and other things. Eventually he just got frustrated with the minor and began undressing the dazed kid. Then out of no where the car door was yanked open and a familiar fuming Italian hauled the man out of the vehicle.

"You-a are a very sick bastard. Oi! Fratello is-a the potato bastard and his brother around?" Romano glared away from the man to another familiar Italian.

"Sí, fratello, Germany and Mr. Awesome are-a here!" The lighter Italian intoned rather loudly.

"I-a don't have time-a for this piece of crap. Do-a they want to take out all-a of their hate on this-a raping scum?" Romano smirked darkly causing Feliciano to shiver. The mentioned German and Prussian took a great joy in beating the living daylights out of the disgusting piece of flesh.

While the man was getting beaten, Romano helped the minor to dress.

"What are-a you doing here idiota?" The Italian asked as soon as they cleared the car.

"N-nothing." they stuttered out.

"That wasn't nothing." Romano mumbled softly before realizing that hey the idiota passed out.

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~ Rave.