Snow white (hetalia Canada x reader)

Chapter 3

warning there will be cussing, because of romano/lovino but only the first letter will be the typed the rest will be ****. Ex: S***

My dream was filled with my Canadian-prince. His song playing in my mind as I dreamt of him. But it was soon interrupted. A shriek made you come back to earth. I start to sit up still drowsy, as the door slams closed. Half asleep, I believe my imagination is playing tricks on me, so I lie back down on my side and go back to sleep.

My sleep was interrupted again by the door once again, but this time accompanied by seved different yelps. I turn over a bit and onto my back again, trying to sleep.

"I-It's a girl," an austrian voice says.

"So what?" a familiar voice says. "I'm a girl and you don't flip out. Besides she's in my bed." The pout could be heard in the voice at the end of the sentence.

"Jou don't act like it most of zhe time," a german voice comments. "Besides, she does look pretty, but vhat is she doing in our house."

"She's-a damn ragazza!" an angry italian voice shouts. "And-a all ragazzas are- poison. Their-a full of wicked wiles."

"Vhat are jou talking about?"

"Nothing-a, stupido potato bastardo!"

"Shh," the female intervenes. "You'll wake her."

"Let-a her! She doesn't belong here-a! No ragazza does!

"Hey! Then what about me you idiot! In case you forgot I'm a ragazza too!"

"She's-a waking up," an excited italian voice says this time, as I start to move acting as if I were just waking up.

"What do we do?!" a frantic voice asks.

I have to hold back a laugh hearing their reactions as you sit up.

"I know you're there," you say as you open your eyes and look around the room. "You can stop hiding."

Seven heads peek over the bed, wide-eyed and looking at you.

"F***, she's-a tricky," I heard Lovino mutter.

All seven of them stand up around the bed, looking very uncomfortable.

"So you're who lives here," I say looking all seven of them over.

As Roderich starts to open his mouth, I cut him off.

"Now don't tell me who's who. Let me guess." I point at Roderich, who's cheeks gained a pink tint to them. "I know you're Roderich."

Flustered he stumbles a bit over his words, "Why, yes. Yes! It's true."

"And you're," I look over at the next person. "You're Ludwig."

"Guten tag," he says as his cheeks turn a bright pink as he looks away.

"You're Heracles," I point at the yawning greek.

"How'd ya guess?" he asks looking tired.

"And you, you're Jayden," I tell the only female besides me.

"Of course," she grins. "Your amazing at guessing."

"You must be," I point over at one of the remaining three.

"Matthias, ma'am," he cuts me off.

"And I'm Feliciano, call me Feli, bella!" chirps the silly italian.