Hetalia x Food Fantasy x Reader

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Yo. I'm not dead. I have no idea how to write so I apologize if the old chapters are short and hard to read.  The new chapters are hopefully better. Sorry for not updating! I'm also gonna add different food souls because I cannot keep track of all of their personalities for the life of me. The next couple of chapters are gonna focus more on the hetalia side!

As the snow outside whirled,  the countries, food souls, and master attendant sat around a table, playing card games when all of a sudden, Tom Yum ran in and slammed into the table, causing Sandwich and Popcorn's card tower to fall down. Sandwich,  in retaliation,  threw a pack of cards at Tom Yum,  but missed and hit Hawthorne Ball and France, who was braiding her hair. This caused Tom Yum and Sandwich to have an all out card war and soon, everyone had made a mess of the room and had separated the room into sections. Section one had Y/N, Hawthorne, France, Italy, Black Tea, Milk, and Russia, Section two had England, Popcorn, Sandwich, China, B-52, Brownie, and Germany,  Section three had America, Japan, Long Bao, Tom Yum, and Crepe
And 4th was a very concerned looking Bamboo Rice. As Sections Two and Three fought with cards and Bamboo Rice sat in the corner staring at the wall, Y/N noticed that France had taken some of the cards and put them in Hawthorne's hair. "France,  woah, that look really nice-" you said as you  looked at Hawthorne's intricate braids. "Thank you Y/N,  Hawthorne asked me to braid her hair in a simple plait, but I think her hair looks nice like this" France replied, patting the top of the food souls head. "Wow big brother France, you really did well on Hawthorne's hair! Can you try to do mine later?" Italy said, jumping up and down. "I can try, but your hair might be a bit short" France replied, causing Italy's curl to start drooping. Russia, Milk,  and Black Tea stared at Y/N's hair and looked at each other before smiling. "What if we braided Y/N's hair?" Russia said, his normally dark aura non existent.

If you have braidable length hair:

"Sure, I guess I'll look nicer afterwards" you respond giggling. "What are you talking about,  you always look beautiful" France responded, the others nodding in agreement. Blushing, you get seated on a pillow and felt France brushing your hair and occasionally pulling it. The sound of cards flying and profanities yelled by countries and food souls we're drowned out by the soft noise of Russia, Italy, and Milk making flowers out of the cards and Black Tea humming a lullaby while stroking Hawthorne's hair as she slept.

You felt your hair moving in front then in back as you slowly felt like you were going to fall asleep. Then, just as soon as it happened,  it was done. France had braided your hair in (Favorite hairstyle) and the others had placed the card flowers in your hair. As you turned around to face them, all 5 of the awake beings in your room section were blushing.  Confused you went back to vibing and the rest joined you.

If you can't braid your hair:

"Nah, don't worry, I can't braid it. Like Italy,  my hair is too short. " You said, a small laugh bubbling out. "Can I try brushing it then? It looks really soft and pretty, " Italy responded. Not being able to say no to this innocent cinnamon roll,  You sat on the pillow and felt Italy Brushing your hair while Russia talked to the others and told them something to do with the cards and pretty soon you could hear them flipping and folding the cards. As you felt the brush sliding through your hair, you heard him humming a song

Feeling sleepy, you started drifting off to sleep when all of a sudden, you felt something being placed on your head.  A headband made of cards sat like a crown. You smiled at them and saw all of them went red, then you felt sleepy so you fell asleep.

If You Have No Hair:

You sit on the pillow and watch as the 5 awake beings huddle around a pile of cards, the noise of cards flipping, Hawthorne snoring, and you humming

slowly make you feel like drifting off to sleep when you feel something being placed on your head: a crown made of cards. You thank them and they blush and faint.