Reader p.o.v.
He's done it again. Matthew rescued me from another day-mare. Well, the aftermath of one.
Hey wait, what's that weird feeling on my face?
I reach a hand up.
Schieße! I was crying.
I can already hear the voices starting up again.
Crybaby. CrYbabY. CrYbAbY. CRYBABY!
Shut up!
You are powerless to us. You're weak. You couldn't defend the ones you hold dear no matter how hard you tried!
Mien Gott they're laughing. They kind of sound like..... wait a minute. That's not the voices laughing. Oh boy.
"(Y/N)!!!! THE AWESOME ME IS HOOOOOMMMEE!"
I groan playfully and Canada lets out a quiet chuckle. Before I can respond to my very loud friend (or "awesomeness teacher" as he tries to get me to call him), he burst into my room, followed by the other two members of the Bad Touch Trio. Oh hey there's -Lovi- I mean Romano too. Cool.
"Hey Prus-"
"Ah ah ah Mädchen. West wanted you to actually practice your German remember?"
He didn't just.
I groan and roll my eyes. Oh how I want to smack that smirk off your face, but at the same time let's not.
"Guten tag Prußen."
"Guten Tag Mädchen!" He beams at me.
"Buenos Dias España. Bonjour la France. Buonanotte Lovi," I say.
I definitely just butchered 'hello' in french. As always.
Before Spain and France can respond to me, Romano starts that mouth of his.
"Okay number one, you said 'goodnight' in Italian. Number two, don't call me that Ragazza," Romano huffs at me.
"Number one, I forgot how to say 'good afternoon' so I said 'good night' instead because it's close enough. I definitely knew the difference," I say, mocking him and hoping he bought my excuse for the wrong greeting. "And number two, I will call you Lovi no matter what you say, LOVI." I finish. He huffs at me and I can feel a tiny smirk form on my face.
Wait... AM I SMIRKING?! GDTDDYIUJHJGERFIOYTREWEQWRTYUIOPOIUYTREWRTYUIO!
Romano's p.o.v.
Is (y/n) smirking? Would you look at that. Progress in the smile department.
(Y/n)'s eyes grow big as she realizes she is, in fact, smirking. That guy sitting next to (y/n) gasps, barely audible. Who is he anyway? The tomato bastard and that creepy France guy stop their conversation. Even the other potato bastard is silent. The room goes quiet. This is weirding me out. SOMEONE TALK PLEASE. THAT WOULD BE NICE.
"MIEN GOTT MÄDCHEN! YOU SMIRKED!" And potato #2 starts yelling. Fantastic.
(Y/n) touches her face, starting at her left cheek. Her hand moves to the corner of her lips, trying to feel the smirk. Sadly, in her surprise at the feeling of a smirk, she stopped smirking. But her eyes lit up. Now, upon realizing she stopped, those big (e/c) eyes are getting dull again.
Dammit potato #2
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A/n
I'm sorry this took so long and that it's so short. Also I HATE typing the accents so just imagine them. There will be more in the next chapter. Until then!
Also i apologize for any mistakes. I'm horrible with spelling.
Guten tag - good day / good afternoon
Buenos dias España - good afternoon / good day Spain
Bonjour la France - Hello France
Buonanotte - good night
Mädchen - girl
Prußen - Prussia
Mien Gott! - oh my god!
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