☐ Single ☐ Taken ✔ Living with England (Hetalia fanfic)

Parents are not a problem

“So…” I said, swinging my legs back and forth over the side of my bed. “You gonna explain or what?” The blonde Brit looked down at me with a bored expression, his emerald eyes seemed as if they were reading my soul.

“I am going to be staying with you. There is not much else to tell.” He bluntly stated, crossing his arms over his chest. Flying Mint Bunny had flown over and was now resting on my lap. I stroked the green creature gently, feeling over its soft, fluffy fur and its sharp wings in awe. I rolled my eyes at him.

“I mean, how are you real? You’re an anime character. You shouldn’t be here dude. Not that I’m complaining though.” I stared up at him with a raised eyebrow in expectation.

“It’s complicated.” I groaned.

“Of course it’s complicated. Everything complicated. Hey look a fish, its life must be complicated.” I huffed, flinging my arms up into the air in exasperation.  He sighed at me.

“Fine. If you keep being suck a pest I guess I must.” He sat down across from me on the window seat and quickly glanced out the window before looking back at me. “You have a beautiful view.” He pointed out. I waved my hand dismissively.

“We can talk about scenery later.” He shook his head disapprovingly.

“Normal humans don’t know about us. Only specific people with the given privilege whom we have deemed worthy of knowing are aware. Every single country is humanized, even the smaller one such as Monaco and Liechtenstein.” I groaned.

“No shit.” He gave me a weird look. “I’ve watched Hetalia genius. The proof is everywhere.” I gestured around my room where 13 wall scrolls hung. 8 of them Hetalia related. 3 Naruto. 2 Bleach. 1 Ouran High School Host Club. 1 One Piece. 1 Black Butler. And don’t even get me started on the pillows, plushies, figurines ect.

But the one thing that stood out the most in my room was…

“You seem to like Italy and Romano quite a bit.” England pointed out, scanning over my large room once more. I don’t get how he didn’t notice my obsession the first time he eye raped my room, it’s so obvious. Anyway, Italy and Romano stuff scattered my room. I had stuffies of them, posters of them, t-shirts of them, wallets, bags, hats, pins you name it, I had it.

“Yep!” I chirped, picking up a stuffy of Italy and hugging it tightly to my chest. Realization then washed over me. “Wait!” I shouted, standing up. Flying Mint Bunny was flung off my lap. “If all the countries are humanized does that mean that Feliciano and Lovino are too?” England nodded his head. I let out a loud squeal that made England flinch. “Can I meet them? Do I get to meet them? Please, please, please!” I begged, clasping my hands together as if I was praying. “I’ll do anything. Anything at all!”

“Give me back the necklace.” I stopped my begging and stared at him.

“But I thought I couldn’t.”

“I cannot take it by force is all. You can give it to me willingly.” I thought about the offer for a second. As much as I wanted to throw the necklace at his face and attack the Italians in a hug the one logical part of my brain was at work, warning me otherwise. He probably wouldn’t keep his promise. I doubted the necklace made him keep every promise he made.

“Um, no.” He only sighed. Obviously he understood that I wasn’t the type of person to give something up that easily. Stubborn is my middle name, along with sarcasm, weird, awkward, crazy, psychotic and Iynx. I’m not joking when I say that, well maybe the others but not the last ones. My parents seriously named me Elizabeth Iynx Foster. I hate them for it. But hey, it’s the Ancient Greek Goddess of love charm. So win one lose one, right? Okay, I lost on that one. Honestly, who names there kid Iynx? Do you know how annoying it is when people ask you what my middle name is and I’m all like ‘Oh, my middle names Iynx’? They laugh. A lot.