Hetalia x Male Reader - One Shot Book

The wolf - Arthur

A/n: dude, you guys need to request like anything, like gimme a word and a character and I'll write something for you, but yeah merry Christmas for Christmas, 10 days left.

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~Narrators pov~

It was a snowy, cold evening in the middle of winter, it the middle of England. They lived in a large house, mansion like almost, in the middle of a forest, with vines that grew up and above the walls of the house. A large, intimidating forest surrounded the grounds, it secreted the house from unwanted visitors, although the forest seemed like it'd be a place of death and fear, it was, quite pleasently a place of life and joy.

The snow at this time of year covered the grounds fiercely, the world was painted white it seemed. Snowflakes clung to the branches of the fir and oak trees around the house, creating a scene that differed little from that of Narnia.

The small wolf-like creature roamed around the surrounding forest, his fur was fluffed up from the winter cold, the hair stood on end as the gust of wind ruffled it further. M/n trotted back to his shared home, specks of blood dotted his fur, the black and grey pelt mixed with dark brown, dried blood and mud  didn't show up too much in the dark of the night. Upon nearing the house he sped up a little as to get to the warmth quicker, he bit the handle and pushed the front door open, before nudging it shut.

The TV was on, a Christmas show played in the background, Arthur sat in his chair, a cup of tea on the small table just next to the armchair, he looked down to see m/n walk in, snow tangled into the hair on his legs, and snowflakes lay on the rest of his body.

"You're finally home, it's been three hours, can't believe you decided to go out in this weather."

M/n carried on toward the bathroom that was down the hall, once there he shifted into a human version of himself, the werewolf had pale skin that stood out against the blue towels, he seemed paler because of just being outside in - degree temperatures. Rushing to turn the warm tap on he quickly jumped into the shower, pulling the curtain down. He started to wash the mud and blood off of his body, basking in the warm water.

He took around half an hour in the shower, he was warming himself up, his ears had hairs growing off the top of them, it was a side affect if being a "werewolf", he had tried to cut them off but it failed. He had a tail, it was annoying, but it would be odd if every time you shifted a tail just grew from your back, bones, skin and all.

M/n wondered out of the bathroom and into the lounge, a blue towel wrapped around his waist. Although it was cold m/n still liked to wear minimal clothes.

"Put some bloody clothes on m/n, you'll goddamn freeze to death!"

"But it's not that cold. Come on, I have just been outside interested snow for like an hour."

"Three."

M/n's head cocked to the side in confusion, wondering what the fuck Arthur meant by 'Three'.

"What?"

"You've been out for three hours, M/n."

"Sigh, oh well I'm back now."

M/n went to sit down on the rug but a sharp glare from Arthur made him rethink his choice and go get some actual clothes on. He re-entered the room dressed in a thin red shirt and multicoloured joggers, the towel was dumped in the basket that sat in front of the washing machine, he proceeded to sit down on the rug, now choosing to pay attention to the TV.

"There's nothing good on, wanna watch Netflix?"

Arthur looked down from his book, his gaze fell upon the television, looking over the show that was on, a cooking show with, Gordon Ramsay?
Neither of them knew who it was, mainly because they weren't even paying attention to it, so they decided to watch an episode of Grim on Netflix.

"Oh my God, Monroe is like the coolest guy ever, he is the best werewolf on this thing."

"I thought I was the coolest guy ever."

"Yeah you still are, just you aren't a werewolf so you aren't the coolest werewolf guy ever."

Arthur put a book mark on the page he was up to before shutting the book and putting atop a pile of other unfinished books, he got up and called out to the other male for him to come to bed, M/n obliged and turned the TV off, following the blond male upstairs.

"What time is it?"

"12:47, love you need sleep, you've been out every night this week, and you always come back bleeding."

"I know, I don't need to go out at night anymore anyway, you need sleep too, we have guests coming over tomorrow."

With that they huddled up under the covers, trying to preserve the warmth in the room, cuddling together.

They were both awoken to knocking on the door at eight thirty in the morning, m/n let them in before curling up under two blankets on the couch. Arthur came down to see their guests and m/n asleep on the couch, it was typical behavior of him at this time of year, because of the whole 'lets sleep more because it gets dark earlier in winter.' Hibernation, basically.

Francis was commenting on the decorations they had up, including a small tree covered in bells and fake Holly. Alfred and Matthew were raiding the fridge while trying to find all the coffee they could in a house that basically only had tea, but alas m/n had heard about their visit and bought a jar of coffee, and a bottle of wine, cheap wine.

•The End•