Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

Maid Up Geography

(y/n) sat in the meeting room listening to Ludwig explain how meetings work for the umpteenth time. Their mind drifting ever so slightly doing abstract flips and conspiracies until they noticed Ludwig was in a maid costume. They blinked their eyes and the costume was gone and they were tuned into the conversation again. Alfred was on one of his 'I'm the hero' tirades and Arthur was trying to reel him in as Ludwig stood with his arms crossed. Things returned to boredom before long and their mind began drifting again. Their eyes drifted down to the table before them as their mind was filled with more interesting things yet again.

After an hour of Ludwig's attempt at keeping the conference in line, the meeting was dismissed for a short break. Someone stood before (y/n) trying to get their attention. It was Ivan. It took a moment for it to register as the first thing they saw, instead of his usual coat, was a lacy white apron. 

"Y-yes, Ivan?" (y/n) asked after blinking a few times making his clothes go back to normal. 

"I was wondering if you were alright, sunflower. You seem... out of it, da?" Ivan's head was tilted out of concern for his dear friend.

"Sí, (y/n), you look like you're spacing out." Antonio caught their attention only to make the poor (y/n) blush at the sight of his maid outfit.

"I'm fine, just tired from doing research." (y/n) cleared their throat to distract themself from drooling from the things flying through their mind at the moment. They didn't want to sexualize their friends, then Francis. Oh god, Francis.

(y/n) fainted before their jaw finished hitting the table.

"I-a hope we didn't take the joke too far." Feliciano stood in the cutest maid costume possible as he checked on them. 

"Maybe the spell was a bit much..." Arthur bit his lip as he thought while Francis readjusted his apron on his costume. "Frog, you missed the point a tad."

"Non ami, I got it just right."The blond suggestively wiggled his eyebrows at his bushy-browed dude.

"Kitten is waking up," Heracles said from his place next to them. 

 (y/n) came to surrounded by men in maid uniforms and women in butler suits. They were in an honest to god confusion on their way to a conniption because they distinctly remember waking up that morning and reading a data report. This scenario makes no sense outside of a weird-ass dream. 

~~~~~time skip sponsored by holy water, holy water feel the burn~~~~~

(y/n) was sitting there dumbfounded. This was an elaborate joke. An appealing one but still a hoax. 

"Why you playin' with me though." they whimpered holding the teacup that they were handed.

"The only one trying to mess with you that way is- " Matthew was fiddling with his fingers.

"All - all of you, all of you are." (y/n) sat the teacup down. "Whose idea was this?"

They all pointed to Alfred who began explaining that he is not the culprit while admitting to reading their diary. He learned his lesson well.

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Hi, I thought you'd all like this little vignette of bad choices. May your festivities be bright.