a bunch of probably hetalia whatevershots

Royal!Austria x Tomboy!Reader - Bruh.

a/n: i apologize if austria is ooc, i've never written for him before aaa

also, any swear words beyond crap are going to be censored

anyways, here goes nothing

i'm sorry this is so long but i didn't want this to be multiple parts because i wanted to make sure this was finished

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You had just come home from a long day at work, which was preceded by your college classes (which were quite hard, I might add). As a result, you were exhausted; you were too tired to think straight.

You mindlessly flicked the TV on, and put your dinner in the microwave. You set the timer and the microwave began calmly humming without a care in the world. You envied the microwave. It already knew its purpose in life. You, however, were still a college student, barely floating by on your minimum wage job. You still didn't know what you wanted to major in, and were just taking general ed classes at the time.

The microwave beeped shrilly to alert you that your food was ready, and you jumped, startled. You grabbed a fork and opened the microwave, grabbing your hot dinner and setting it on the table. You ripped the remainder of the plastic wrapping off the package and tossed it.

You sighed, and began eating your dinner at the small oak table. There were two chairs, but only one was ever occupied. You lived alone in a small apartment with white walls and a window. The couch in the living room was a worn beige, and the TV a 42 inch from several years ago. A small potted plant sat at the center of the table, slightly wilted, even though you watered it every day.

The dying light of dusk warmly painted the room, making it look inviting to most, but empty and crushing for you. You'd wanted love for as long as you can remember, but you never bothered trying because you thought you weren't good enough, that you were fat and ugly and unwanted.

The truth was the exact opposite. You were a beautiful young woman, with brilliant [e/c] eyes and dazzling, gorgeous hair. Your skin, while flawed, was soft, and a shade of [s/c] that complemented your entire body perfectly.

If you were to put a little more effort into your appearance, you would outshine all of the popular people at your campus. You didn't know this, because you never bothered. You typically wore a T-shirt with sweatpants and nobody really bothered to talk to you, outside of the few pals that you had, like Gilbert and Matthew.

Despite all of this, you were still a socially confident individual, and feisty as well. (You were still socially awkward, but social awkwardness doesn't always have to come with social anxiety, does it?) You also had a bit of a potty mouth, and the boys loved it when they would play Smash with you, because your competitiveness was hilarious.

You thought stuff like etiquette and manners were complicated and boring, and didn't get why being polite was supposedly better than being blunt. You were snarky and sarcastic, quick-witted, and quite intelligent. You were in honors and AP classes in high school and got excellent grades, too.

You were not, however, feminine in any way. There's a reason your closest pals are guys like them. (Despite his quiet demeanor, Matthew was competitive too, when it came to Smash. Matches with him were always super close.)

You finished your dinner, and tossed the remains. You washed your fork and you were about to get started with your homework when an emergency news announcement interrupted the TV.

"Attention, citizens," the royal spokesperson read. "Prince Roderich will be coming of age soon, and has chosen to look for a suitor from our wonderful nation. All single women from the ages of 19 to 24 are to report to the local city hall to have their pictures taken and their profiles written on any day between today and next Friday. Failure to comply will result in legal actions being taken."