Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

He Reveals Him Being A Country

A/n at the end.

America
Alfred had, very worryingly called you over to talk. Both the tone of his voice and phrasing of words had you shaking. Please tell me it isn't a break up.

Arriving at his house, everything seemed normal, however a bit quiet as he wasn't screaming at his T.V. Knocking on the door, you didn't have to wait long before the door swung open, and you were yanked inside.

"What's up Alfie?" You asked, your tone concealing the massive amount of anxiety you had built up.

"Can we sit on the couch? I want to make sure you're comfy and stuff." was his only response.

Dread building in the back of your throat, you took a seat. "Yes?"

"I-I uh, um. I'm- uh-" he stuttered, then cleared his throat. "I'm  the country of the United States!"

You blinked. Huh? "Yes of course you're in the US Alfie, now tell me what's up-"

"No (y/n). I am the human personification of the US." he said cringing away from you.

"Oh." you said processing for a moment. "Ok."

"Look I can ex- what." he deadpanned.

"Honestly it'd explain a lot."

Canada
You woke up to pancakes. Like usual. Except-

"Why is there paper in-between the pancakes Mattie?"

Matthew, who had been looking for that piece of paper the whole morning froze. It has his country confession on it. He stared in horror as you read the paper.

"Oh that's cool, I guess." Was the only thing you said, before merrily continuing on eating.

Matthew, was by all means, mildly disappointed. He had a whole speech planned.

England
Waking up, you realised that Arthur was absent. Groaning, you rolled out of bed like a sloth and trudged your way to the kitchen.

Reaching your kitchen you made yourself a few microwave-waffles, and sat down, assuming Arthur was at work. After the boringness of breakfast you decided to watch t.v. and generally be lazy.

Upon finishing cleaning, you recieved a call from Arthur, however you didn't reach the phone in time and it went to voicemail.

"Hello love! This is Arthur, I'm at work and I've left some important papers at your house. Could you bring them to me as soon as you can? If not, let me know-" the call went on directing you to his workplace and the papers he needed.

The tone went off signaling the end of the message, and you frowned towards his office. He never really wanted you in there, and you were ok with that.

You quickly grabbed his needed papers and drove your way to his building. Upon reaching the entrance you were in awe of the building, however a cough from the side of the room caught your attention.

Glancing over you saw a receptionist, and let out a small 'oh'.

"How may I help you?" The man behind the counter asked nicely.

"Uh-uh, I'm here to give some papers to uh- Arthur Kirkland?" You said hesitantly.

The receptionists face darkened. "What business do you have with him?"

"I'm to give him some papers. He called me asking to bring them to him."

The receptionist sighed and called in security, to escort you to his office, after a sort-of-interrogation.

Finally arriving at his work office, you knocked.

"Come in."

You opened the door to see Arthur at a very, very messy desk crowed with papers.

"Your papers?" you said lightly, "Still need 'em?"

His face shot up and a smile covered his face. Walking over, you handed him his papers and asked, "Why is the security here so tight?"

He grimaced. "It's ah- a health measure,"

You looked at him with a 'really' face before asking again, "Why did people refer to you as England?"

Arthur's heart stopped. "Because I'm the personification of England," he managed to choke out.

Then ensued a lot of questions.

France
You woke up to a riddle written on a paper by your bedside table.

'I have two capitals, Paris and 'f'. You're not allowed to leave the room until you've answer properly.' It read.

"What the hell??" You muttered.

"That's not the answer, keep trying," you heard from the other side of the door.

A few moments later you replied, "France."

"That's me," came the quiet reply.

"Can I have food now?"

"Do you understand what I mean, fleur?"

"You're french???"

"I'm the personification of France, darling," you went silent.

"I still need food though, can we speak more in depth then?"

A/n

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