Hetalia X Male Reader Oneshots: Love From Around The World

Lithuania x Butler!M Reader: At Your Service, Mr. Laurinaitis

“Mr. Laurinaitis, this is quite inappropriate~” The taller male chuckled, being silenced by the Lithuanians soft lips. Toris was blushing brightly as he kissed the butler he had pinned against the closet wall. He was visibly trembling, clearly not expecting this to happen, as it used to just happen in his silly day dreams he would drift off to during meetings. But now he was kissing _____, the popular butler, in a closet less than thirty feet away from the meeting table that was quickly filling with arriving nations.

How did this happen?

~ 1 Year Ago ~

Toris was walking hurriedly down the long corridor leading to the World Meeting, which he was late for. Feliks was so excited to talk about his trip to the mall… He spent the whole night talking Toris’ ear off. He mumbled excuses frantically to himself, trying to figure out the best excuse to give for arriving late. He was so consumed in his own thoughts, that when he rounded a corner, he bumped into someone.

“?!?” He was brought back to his senses by the louder clamour of a platter hitting the floor, twined with glass shattering. The hall fell quiet enough you could hear the Lithuanian man's frantic heartbeat. Toris found that his face was in a rather broad back, unconsciously gripping the back of the persons shirt. He gulped, slowly looking up. ‘Please don't be Ivan… Please, I don't want to die yet…!’ He pleaded, biting his lip nervously. He was greeted with a hushed chuckle.

“Heh… Seems like Mr. Kirkland won't be receiving his tea.” The man said, looking at the now stained carpet and then at Toris, a soft smile on his face. The man towered over Toris, perhaps being a few inches taller than Russia. His facial features were sharp. But his face held a mischievous undertone, especially since his eyes were a dark (e/c) that glinted when he smirked. His luxurious (h/c) hair seemed to float freely, strands falling into his eyes only to be brushed away with a graceful swipe of his hand.

Toris flushed, his heart fluttering in chest. “O-oh my…” He mumbles to himself, covering his lips with his hand. But his hand could not hide the deep blush that was quickly conquering his face. This man was… Stunningly gorgeous, and he could say that. He was surrounded by rather handsome men every few weeks. But this man made Toris feel different. And it didn't help that he was wearing tightly fitted gentleman's tuxedo. Then is hit Toris.

‘He's a butler!? Since… Since when!! My God… Why can't all the butlers be this attractive…?’ He thinks to himself. He notices that the man moved quickly, getting towels to dry up the spilt tea. Toris stood there rather awkwardly, not know what to do. And it didn't help words did not want to leave his throat. It too a lot of effort to swallow the lump in his throat.

“I'm awfully sorry for bumping into you. I guess I'm a little frazzled from running late.” He says, rubbing the back of his neck. The butler chuckles, standing back up, tucking the fallen platter under his arm. He dipped for a gentle bow, his eyes glancing up at Toris as he did.

“It's quite OK, Mr. Toris Laurinaitis, or Lithuania. I was informed you were going to be late and was told to introduce myself if I ever got the chance.” He says, swiftly straightening himself back up. He takes Toris's hand into his gloved one, lifting it up to lightly brush his lips across his knuckles. “Hello, I'm _____ _____. I am the new butler here. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. I am more than happy to serve you.” He says, his eyes twinkling playfully.

He chuckles, kissing Toris's hand once more before moving to finish cleaning up the mess. Without another word, he seemed to disappear into the wall, leaving Lithuania alone once more. He stood there, a bit dumbfounded. He felt himself sway a bit, his hand going to use the wall as support. He placed a hand on his chest. His heart trying to break free.