Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Maple Turkey

I apologize in advance...
This is a Canada x reader x America
This might be hell...
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You looked around the huge house of your friend Alfred. There was what looked like tons of old money items like a humongous oil painting of a bald eagle featured at the landing on the staircase, but there was also some modern stuff like a multitude of gaming consoles and band posters. His house was as loud as he was. His brother, Matthew, was a whole other story. He was sweet and not the leading cause of hearing loss.

Why are you there you ask well simple, Alfred invited both you and Matthew to his house for Thanksgiving dinner. Which is neat you guess. Free food. No traveling halfway across the country. It sounded like a good deal at the time. You hear bickering.

"Dude, you can't put maple syrup on the turkey, it'll be sticky!" Alfred yelled as per usual.

There was a pause where Matthew probably said something along the lines of "Says the guy who downs buffalo wings from Sonic like no tomorrow."

"Take that back Matt!"

"Boys, chill we can figure this out."

"Ain't nothing to figure, Matt's just weird," Alfred growled.

"I'm weird, eh?! Well, guess what Al, we'll settle this on the rink." Ooh, angry Canadian alert.

"That's a plan you guys do that, I'll cook." You say surprising the two.

"Are you sure, Maple?" Matt had calmed down considerably.

"Yeah, I invited you dude, I should cook." Alfred looked solemnly at the oven.

"Okay, mix the maple syrup with some broth to make it thinner and less sticky. I'm gonna go explore your house." You walked out of the kitchen and headed upstairs. Leaving the two males to do your bidding. 

~~~~~~~~Avec les hommes~~~~~~~~~

"Should we let Maple do that?" Matt nervously stirred the maple broth mixture.

"Dude, chill, it's not like (y/n)'s gonna find my shrine or anything." He checked the bird carcass in the oven.

"You have a shrine?" the Canadian had a disbelieving look on his face.

"More like a wedding planning book if anything." Al was hiding a blush as he mixed the dressing.

"You called it a shrine." Matt was holding in a laugh with difficulty.

"What about you?" Alfred shot a glare over his shoulder at his brother.

"What about me?" the laughing stopped as Matt moved to work on the green bean casserole.

"Last time you stayed over to play video games with me and Honda you talked in your sleep."  A near maniacal grin was plastered on the American's face.

"I don't know what you are talking about." 

"Don't you be lyin' to me!"

"Well I-" Matt was cut off by a squeal from upstairs. "Oh fuck buddy."

The two ran upstairs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~Avec toi~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were wondering though each of the rooms in Al's house. First was this huge room that may have been a ballroom or something like that if it hadn't of been filled with TVs all over the walls showing a variety of security footage. The second room was also filled with TVs but with gaming stuff and the alien that always seems to just chill out all over the place. The third room had a huge vision board in it with some wedding dresses/white suits and color varieties that suit each other well. there was also some menus and different fonts and the names of what could only be fragrances. You looked away from the board only for your eyes to fall on a walk-in closet. You being the curious dork you are peeked inside to find the dresses and suits from the board. you checked out the outfit closest to you and squealed in delight to find it your exact size. You quickly put it on and did a strut out of the closet only to be met with the two males in aprons.

"What do you think?" You did a turn so they can see, but when you turned back around both males were looking away. "Right sorry, this must be for a special someone so I'll go put it back."

"(y/n), sorry but the groom isn't supposed to see the bride like this until the wedding day." Alfred spoke quietly.

"Why isn't Matt looking?" Your face flushed,

"Because you are too beautiful to look at. I'll keep you to myself if I do." Matthew was quieter than usual.

Your face, ears, and neck were redder than a tomato as you rushed into the closet to change back into your sweater and jeans as quickly as you could while keeping the outfit as nice as you could.  A gentle knock sounded on the door with a soft "Maple?" knocked you loose from your reverie.

"That was weird Matt! Why? WHy would you two say things like that?! It was creepy!" You almost cried as you leaned against the door.

"I know Maple. You really were beautiful you know." His gentle voice sooted you slightly. "Do you wanna hang here for a bit and let Al worry?"

"I don't know if I can face him right now."

"I understand. I love you so much, not in an obsessive way, of course. I didn't ever want to hurt our friendship, but if knowing how I feel about you hurts you I understand." Matt's voice was soft and sad.

"I'm flattered, but your gonna have to do more than that to get rid of me." you stood and opened the door to come face to face with the Canadian who had a simple ring in his hand.

"Date me?" He asked holding out the ring.

"Under one condition."

"Anything."

~~~~~~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two of you walked down the stairs holding hands and into the kitchen where Alfred was a nervous wreck. 

"I'm so sorry dude, I know that that was creepy as hell and-" He was cut off by a gentle kiss from the person of his affections. He wanted to melt into the kiss but it didn't last long enough.

"Wanna make your vision board real in a few years?"