Finding Love (China x Female Reader x Japan)

First Impressions

A brunette young man with his eyes closed came running out of the door and hid behind me.

"Veneziano! I will get you this time, you bastard!" Another brunette appeared with tomatoes in his hands. He was holding one in his left hand like he was about to throw it again. He stopped as he saw me.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, bella! I didn't mean to hit you with my tomatoes. My idiot little brother who is hiding behind you used most of my tomatoes to make pasta sauce for himself. So I was teaching him a lesson! Forgive me, bella."

"Umm...it's okay," I wiped off the residue of the vegetable from my hair with my handkerchief.

The man who was still hiding behind me peered from my back. "Ve~ I made pasta for everyone. Let's eat! Pasta, pasta~"
"Veneziano!"

I giggled at the brothers. The elder one turned to me. "By the way, bella who are you?"
"My name is (Y/n) and I have been invited to spend a month at the Hetalia Mansion."
"So you are the guest! You are very beautiful, bella~" The guy who was hiding behind me all this time came beside his brother.

I blushed at the comment. "Thank you very much...umm..."

"Feliciano. Feliciano Vargas~ I'm Northern Italy...Oh, but you can call me Feliciano." He finally opened one of his eyes. They were amber in colour.
"And I'm Lovino Vargas, otherwise known as South Italy or Romano. I'm this bastard's older brother. Nice to meet you, bella."

"It's nice to meet - "

*sniff sniff*

I felt someone sniffing my hair. I turned back and saw a middle-aged man hovering over me. His face was right next to mine. I shrieked in fear.

"Hey, what are you doing, you bastard?!" Lovino threw a tomato at the man's head. The weird man comically fell on the ground. He rubbed his head.

"What were you doing, you bastard?" the Italian man repeated his question.
"Why, I was just taking in the pleasant smell of this beautiful mademoiselle."

He stood up and took out a red rose from his coat, offering it to me. "Cette rose ne peut pas correspondre à votre beauté..."
"Excuse me?"
"This rose cannot match your beauty."
"Oh...thank you," I smiled.

He knelt on one of his knees and took my hand, giving it a kiss. My face became red like a tomato and I could feel heat on my cheeks.

The man smirked when all of a sudden a fist landed on his head.

"You bloody wanker! You try to flirt with every girl you see!"

I looked up to see who it was. A blonde man with thick eyebrows stood before us with a plate of some kind of dessert in his hands. He was dressed in a suit and looked very gentlemanly.

He cleared his throat and turned to me. "I'm sorry on behalf of him, love. He is always like this...a bloody git."
The older man folded his hands. "Your actions are very unpleasant, England."

"England?"

"Oh, I am sorry for not introducing myself, love. My name is Arthur Kirkland and as you have heard from this wanker, I am England."
"Don't call me wanker, for love's sake!" The man pouted and then turned to me. "Mademoiselle, I am Francis Bonnefoy. As you can presume from my delicate manners, I am France, but you can call me 'darling' if you want to," he winked at me.

His words earned him another smack from Arthur. Francis' 'delicate manners' sure made me feel uncomfortable. I mentally noted to stay away from him as far as I can.

"Forget about him, love. I made some scones this morning. Would you care to have some?" The Englishman raised the plate that he was holding.

"Yes, sure." I was about to take a scone when the other guys gave out a loud yell of 'Noooo!'. I paused.

"Ve~ Brother France, please stop England from poisoning her!" Feliciano tugged at the French man's sleeves.
"What do you mean?" Arthur raised his thick eyebrows.
"It's no use...We need someone to save her! Someone like a hero!" Francis started panicking.

"Did someone call the hero!"

We looked around trying to find out the source of that voice. But no one other than the five of us was in sight.

"Up here!"

I looked up to see a bespectacled blonde guy putting his head out from a window in the second floor. He pulled his body out of the window and jumped!

Jumped from the second floor?!

However, he landed safely on his two feet and stood straight, laughing. "Nahahahaha!"

Arthur went up to him and pulled him by his collar. "America, have you lost your brains?! Why have you jumped from that height?!"
"Because...I'm the hero!!"

So this was America. He sure is funny! I couldn't help but giggle. The Italian brothers and Francis joined in my laughter.

Just then...he came.

"Why is everyone laughing?"

My heart skipped a beat. That voice...was like a melody to my ears. I turned to see who it was and I saw him.