Let's Go! {Hetalia x Reader One Shots}

🇬🇧Britain x Reader

I think this is kind of Yandere? Idk
(Y/n)=Your name
(C/n)=County name

     "WOO!  You ready to party, dudette?"  America yelled out into the crisp, cool, fall air as he and (Y/n) made their way to the door of Britain's house.  His domicile lit-up the dark night with fun and colorful decorations and jack o' lanterns, all in celebration of his Halloween party. 

     As the two took their finishing steps at the front door, (Y/n) reached out to knock on it.

*Knock-Knock* 

     Feeling the gust of swinging air, they both turned to the door in surprise to see Britain in his costume.  "Hey, Iggy!  Nice dress!"  You greeted.  You didn't know what he was but you should always compliment  your host, right?

     Britain's cheeks turned bright red and frowned at what the woman's mistake.  "It's a cloak, (C/n)...I'm a wizard."  He tried to keep his cool so he didn't embarrass himself in front you more.  "I thought it was clever..." He internally griped.

     "O-OH!  Ye-yeah!  I totally get it!  It's really cool right, America?"  You panicked, looking to America for back-up.

     "Naaaaaaah."

     "Alright. That's enough, you two."  Britain sighed.  He just wanted to get the party started and get away from the insults.  He'd tried really hard to put this thing together to impress you since you never seemed to pay much attention to him.  He wanted to prove he was cool and fun too, not boring and dull like France and America try to convince you.  Tonight...he's going to sweep you off your feet...by the end of the night...you'd be his.

     Clearing his throat and regaining his gentlemanly composure, he turned to (Yn).
"(C/n),  right this way, love."  He took your hand with one of his and gestured to the raging party inside with the others.  As you stepped inside, Britain shut the door behind you, leaving America outside.

     As the warm, spiced air hit your body, your eyes widened with wonder and couldn't fight back your smile "Wow, Britain!  This is so cool!  Thanks for inviting me."  You gushed, looking at the room full of fellow countries and themed party stuff. 

     Britain blushed, you looked so cute and it looked like his hard work was paying off.  He was about to thank you but you were completely snatched away from him by France and Prussia.

    "Wh-wait!"  Britain tried to call out but you were now laughing and having a good time with someone else.  He was forced to listen to other men compliment you and your costume and see your cute, blushing face.  Not to mention the most upsetting factor, the one that took you away was France.

     "Honhonhon~ (C/n)~ your costume looks so good on you!  I don't know 'ow I will contain myself~."  France cooed, looking over your costume. 

     "Ja,  jö shöld be my Halloween treat tonight~"  Prussia also grossly flirted but you weren't in to it so you laughed it off dispersing the flirtatious atmosphere as you all began to converse and joke casually.

     Despite your obvious show of disinterest and rejection of the two, Britain's blood was boiling and his heart was cracking.  This was supposed to be his chance to spend time with you so you could see him differently.  To give him the chance to initiate some kind of relationship.

     As he continued to watch you ignore him, his eyes darkened.  "Maybe she'll never see me the way I see her.  I have to do something else."  He sunk to the back of the crowd and into the shadows before disappearing.

     Elsewhere, a dark dungeon-like room awakened to the disruption of Britain barging through the door, in hand, a heavy leather book that had survived through the ages.  His clattering footsteps against the stone floor came to a stop in the middle of the room.  Candles ignited, making vision possible but still did not brighten the room.

     At Britain's feet was a tremendous magic circle of various enchanting symbols.  Opening the musty book and flipping through the dust ridden pages, Britain stopped on a certain one, finding just what he was looking for.

~You can play the song now~

     Raising his hand over the circle on the floor, he began chanting, enticing a glow to burst through the lines before him.  It was now time for him to cast his incantation.  "I put a spell on you....because you're mine...etc" as his words continued, they lingered in the air and the room became crowded with magic.  He ended his incantation with the last remaining words, "I put a spell on you...and now...your mine~"

     As the spell finalized and Britain quieted, a warm, pink, rapturous mist arose from the magic circle and joined in the middle, molding into the form of his millennium-long crush.  Britain's eyes widened with amazement and extended his hand to touch the beautifully formed mist but as his skin reached it it dispersed and flooded out of the room from under the door, Britain following behind.

     Back at the party, (Y/n) was still having a good time with the other countries but a thought popped into her head.  She stopped engaging in the conversation and started looking around "he's missing his own party?"  She thought before asking the nearest person, France.  "Hey, France?  Where's-" she didn't finish her sentence right away as a warm, sweet smell hit her face.  While she was in a small daze, someone caught her eye, "-Arthur~!"  She called over with a new, bubbling wave of affection overtaking her features and voice.

     "Arthur?!"  France was surprised, he had never hear you call Britain by his real name before.  What shocked him further was the very recognizable look in your eyes: love. 

     France was about to say something but you flitted over to Britain within seconds.  He glared at Britain who put his arms around you, who received it with bliss.

     Britain, on the other hand, was over the moon seeing you put your eager attention on him, ignoring others' for his.  "It's worked!  It's happening!"  He threw his arms around you as you approached looking worried and asking where he'd been.  You hugged him tightly and cuddled shyly into his chest.  He reveled in your new and warm affection.  The cherry on top?  France's livid face.

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