Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

When He Gets Too 'Excited'

WARNING: potential smut ahead y'all. . If you want I can do a continuation of the chapters, just let me know

America -

There were a few things in which you loved to do with Alfred. One of which is to wear his clothes.

Obviously, you wore-stole his jackets and shirts from him. You often times wore them and he had no complaint. However, this particular time, you simply walk around the house with nothing but his shirt on, and of course your underwear.

Alfred had been outside doing god-knows-what when he came back in to find you.

Curled up, in his shirt, with bottoms exposed. He blushed bright red, and walked over towards you, where you finally noticed his presence. You looked up at him and smiled, an idea forming in your head.

You sat up and proceeded to pull him down onto the couch with you. His face seemed to get redder and redder with every passing minute. Slowly scooting closer to him, you managed to get close enough to act out your plan.

You sat up all the way abruptly, and swung a leg over his hips until you were straddling him. He just sat there in shock, and you leaned forward and just put your head on his chest.

Soon enough you felt a thing poking your leg. Smirking you looked up at his face, which still had the same blank look.

"Really Alfie?" You asked in a mischievous tone.

"U-uh.. y-yea..?" He replied monotonously.

"Is that a question?" You asked teasingly. Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him hard.

A steamy night pursues ;3

Canada -

You and Matt were laying in bed, with you asleep and him awake. You'd been shifting a lot in your sleep and he had grown increasingly uncomfortable as you started to wiggle your butt against his own nether regions.

His face flushed as he attempted to scoot back, however found himself blocked by a wall of pillows. Both of you hated the feeling of having open sides when sleeping. So that was the solution.

However that wall of pillows weren't helping him in this scenario.

You woke up to a sound. Turning over, you saw a blushing Matthew. You almost instantaneously knew what was going on. You scooted back to your side of the bed quickly, giving him space.

"Sorry" you whispered, embarassed. Matt simply nodded.

England -

There you were, standing in Arthur's kitchen and wearing shorts with a really, really, thin shirt.

Like, oddly thin. Like, 'what's her purpose in wearing a shirt like that, it shows everything' kinda thin.

"Love, why are you wearing that.. shirt?" you hear as Arthur walked up to you.

"Hmm? Oh it got really warm so I decided this was a good shirt to wear." You reply mischeviously, smirking. He narrowed his eyes at you, becoming more suspicious. It had gotten warm, but not warm enough for that.

"You could've at least put on a bra." He said blandly while averting his eyes. You blinked, not expecting him to be so blunt. However, it did make your plan easier..

"Don't you know how uncomfortable those things are? They're just wire pockets for you boobs." You said stepping closer, while being very aware of how your chest moved.

"I-I didn't t-think-" he began however froze as you forced him to look at you. From your point of view, he was looking at your eyes.

From his point of view though, he had to leave little to his imagination. You were practically flashing him at this rate.

Giggling, you pulled him close and wrapped your arms about him to give him a 'hug'.

Let's just say something said 'hello' to you.

France-

You went to buy groceries. Francis decided to stay home while you went, as he had lots of paperwork to do.

"Francis? Could you help me carry some of this?" Your voice rang out signaling you were home. Soon enough Francis came out of his office and helped you carry in the food.

"You got quite a lot, cherie." He said as he helped carry in the groceries.

"Well, I wanted to- aH!" You fell, tripping over a wire. However thankfully Francis broke your fall.

With a gallon of milk between the two of you. As in, covering you. As in, you were lying on him, covered in milk.

You squeaked and attempted to move off of him, but he held firm. If you moved, it would be a large embarrassment for the both of you. However, you soon caught on, and gave him a look.

"Really?"

He simply nodded.

"Well I could help you..?" You stated, making it a question.

(Shit went down y'all.)
[Protection was used]

A/n: Heyo!! Incredibly sorry for going on hold for so long and simply not updating. I recently transitioned from a comfy place to a very, very un-comfy place, and couldn'tbring myself to write.

Anywho, as always thanks for reading, hit the star and give me suggestions as what to do for the next chapter. Not to mention, I can extend these stories if ya get me (;D)