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

Double shit.

This isn't edited so fair warning. I feel like to much happend in this chapter and... I'll say the rest in the bottom notes

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Stepping into the kitchen I froze.

“What. The. Fuck.” I said slowly as I stared at the boy in front of me. He stopped what he was doing and turned around with an innocently happy smile on his face.

“Elizabeth! I’m hungry.” He yelled even though we were only ten feet away from each other.

“Well put some clothes on and we’ll talk.” I said as my eyes went wide slightly in shock.

“What?” Stepping around the corner so that I could get a full body view of him me pointed to his lower… eh, area. “I’m wearing pants.”

“America, those are boxers. With aliens on them. Not pants.” My eye twitched slightly as I had to suppress the massive blood rushing to my face. Who knows? I might even get an anime nose bleed. That would be messy and I’m not in the mood to clean up right now.

“Why?” He asked genuinely confused.

I let out a defeated sigh. “Fine. Fine. But only because I feel bad about earlier and-“ I flinched at the memory. Slowly I made myself look him in the eye as shyness took over me. “Alfred,” I said sweetly. “You’re not going to kill me, are you?”

He gave me a puzzled looked as he placed his hands on his hips as if striking a pose. “No. Why would I?”

“No reason!” I rushed out quickly. He eyed me suspiciously for a second before giving up and going back to whining.

“Food!” He groaned rubbing his exposed belly that surprisingly had some nice abs considering the fact that he eats like a pig.

Rolling my eyes I tried with all my might to avoid looking at the hotness that was radiating off of this Godly beast without a shirt or pants on as I opened up the freezer in search of food. Why was he doing this to me? Why? It was torture! Pulling out a frozen pizza I set it on the counter and turned on the oven to 360 and waited for it to heat up.

“Elizabeth?” He said trying to get my attention.

“Yeah-huh.” I replied still not looking at him.

“Why aren’t you looking at me?”

Because you’re not wearing a shirt or pants and it’s very tempting to glomp and mind rape you.

“Because the floor is most interesting today. I think it changed color.” I replied instead.

“What? Really!” Naïve America exclaimed as he wildly looked at the floor to see if the color had really changed. I put my head in my hands and started to laugh.