Hetalia Girls + Reader Oneshots

Belgium + Reader

        "(Y/N)! I brought you waffles!"

The happy voice cut through your headphones, and you raised your head off the paperwork you were supposed to get done before . . . well, yesterday. Wearily, you stretched and lowered the headphones, glancing around the room.

"Belgium?" you called. "I'm in the bedroom!"

There was a series of footsteps in the hallway, and a moment later, Belgium burst through your bedroom door, swinging a basket from one arm cheerfully and beaming at you.

Despite your exhaustion, you smiled at her. Not only was she your best friend, but you also happened to have something of a MAJOR crush on her, and her presence never failed to brighten your day.

"Hi, Belgium," you said, stifling a yawn. "How did you get in? I locked the front door . . . I think. Did I?"

Actually, in your present state of sleepiness, you could very well have forgotten to, but Belgium nodded rapidly.

"Of course!" she exclaimed. "But you gave me a spare key, remember?"

"I'm so tired that I wouldn't be surprised if I didn't remember to put on pants today," you mumbled, trying and failing to rub the sleep out of your eyes. "But I'm sure that doesn't interest you. What brings you by so early?"

Her smile changed to a puzzled frown. "Early? You do know that it's 9:30 in the evening, right?"

"Well, it was early when I started this paperwork." You scowled for a moment at the stack of unfinished papers, then turned back to Belgium and smiled ruefully. "Then I fell asleep."

She laughed and handed you the basket. "Well, here's some waffles. Will that help?"

You accepted the basket gratefully. "Your waffles could make anything better," you teased. "So when I die from overwork, make sure you bury me with a waffle, and I'll come back to life."

"There's a better way to bring you back to life."

"Huh? How?"

"Like this." Before you could do more than look confused, she leaned down and quickly kissed your lips.

You blushed vividly and stared at her in utter shock. "B-Belgium, what . . . ?!" was all you could stammer.

"Well, it works in faerytales, doesn't it?" she asked mischievously. "Besides, I like you."

Your mind temporarily blanked out, then you practically tackled her with a hug.

"I like you too," you muttered, grinning. "But I think kisses are supposed to work on dead people. I'm not dead yet."

"You're not going to die," she said dismissively. "I'll help you with these papers. But besides-" she winked "-practice makes perfect."

You laughed and kissed her again. "Right."