Random One-Shots Part 2

Hetalia Mini Stories

England

"Love, I told you these are for the meeting." Arthur looked over at you as you pulled the bowl of cookie dough closer to your chest. Rolling his emerald eyes he crossed his arms.

"Come on babe, just a taste? Please?" Whimpering you gave him puppy dog eyes. You did this often, begging and pleading for something before he gave up and gave you what you wanted. Damn those eyes.

England waved you off with a sigh as he turned back to the tray of cookies in front of him. Opening the oven door he slid them in, set the timer, and flipped to the next page of his cook book. His fingers glided over the pages, studying a page before touching somewhere else.

You enjoyed watching him when he would read, even something as simple as a recipe. His eyebrows would knot together while he methodically fiddled with the page. His full concentration on something, full focus, studying each page fully. It was even better when he read aloud to you. 

He turned back to you and gasped loudly.

"(Y/n)!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't help it! You put dough in front of me I eat!" You chuckled. Arthur snatched the bowl from you and waved the wooden spoon at you as he walked away from you. 

"Behave darling. " Arthur winked and turned back to his book. Flipping the pages, his long pale fingers running along the words, he concentrated on his baking. You jumped down from your spot of the counter and hugged him from behind. 

His fingers moved a little slower as you buried your face into his back. Loosely he turned in your arms to face you, his own arms wrapping around your body. You both were silent as he gently ran his fingers through your hair. A deep sigh left his chest as he leaned down to kiss your cheek.

".....so can I have some more?"

"(Y/n)-"

"Ok okkkkkk"

America

"Are you uh....sure about this Alfred?" America looked up  at you and smiled brightly. Alfred and you have been dating for three centuries now ((about three years in normal time)) and for date night he of course wanted to watch a scary movie. 

Making forts and movies is fun and all, had America not been so terrified of horror movies. At first he act so like it doesn't bother him, (("Don't worry babe! I'm the hero, I'll keep you safe!")) but by the end of the movie he's curled up in your lap shaking and whimpering in fear.

"Babe, I told you this before, I'm not scared of anything! " 

"What about Englands cooking?" He flinched and shivered in digust as flashbacks ran through his mind. Horrible, horrible memories.

"Dude how could you bring that up, you know his cooking is like, the worst." He grabbed the remote before walking over to the mattress that you both had blown up before hand. You had made a canopy of blankets and string lights, a big bowl of popcorn and candy next to you and lots of soda on the ground by the bed.

He flopped down besides you and grabbed a soda while you crawled over to him. He lifted his arm and you curled against him, body tucked against his so he was holding you with one arm but still able to drink.

His fingers gently played with your hair. They lightly ran through your hair before tracing your back and down your collar bone, touching here and there distractedly. Clicking the movie on he laid down onto the pillow. 

When you looked up he was already staring down at you with a smile. His eyes were bright blue. They matched the summer skies, and the blue lakes you would swim in on hot days. His glasses were pushed up onto his face and framed his face so well. Everything about him looked perfect but damn those eyes.

"Baby? I love you." He gently nuzzled your neck.

"I love you to, my hero." 

Canada

"Hey babe?" You gently wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck, he was sitting semi in the corner, away from the rest of the countries. Normally you sat around the middle, but you managed to sneak off and see your overly shy Canadian boyfriend. 

He looked up and blushed. You rested your head on his shoulder.

"Y-yeah babe?" 

"Can I have a kiss?" He blushed harder. Looking around the room he swallowed before tilting his head back and kissing your cheek. 

You chuckled before swirling his chair around, his eyes going wide and his face a dark red as you stared down at him. Softly you cupped his cheeks. His face was beat red, just like his maple leaf hoodie he was wearing. His hair fell slightly into his violet eyes and his glasses slipped down his nose slightly. 

You tugged his face closer to yours and kissed him gently. His lips tasted like maple syrup, sweet and soft against yours. Kisses with Matthew were always soft, his mouth moving slowly and shyly against yours letting you take the lead. 

His eyes slowly closed while he gently touched your waist. You sat down onto his lap while running your fingers through his soft blonde locks. Normally he would get a little more confident when you two were alone, his kisses deeper, fingers touching a bit deeper, voice deeper and raw from kissing. 

The way his body melted against yours never ceased to amaze you. It was almost intoxicating, and had you both not been in the meeting room with all the other countries you would've had him right here.

Pulling away you panted softly. His eyes fluttered open, lips parted, breath softly caressing your face. You smirked and kissed his lips one last time before sliding off his lap and sauntering off to your seat.

Matthew watched you carefully with a blush. He shifted in his seat and turned back to the table embaressed.

This so wasn't over.

((Hey so sorry for only doing three, I'll do some more of the countries later on! Also I've noticed that like, my quality goes way down the later I right so if my writing sucks more on like so,e chapters then others it's mor ethen likely because I'm writing at one am. ))