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giving head

warnings/notes: 18+, reader is afab and gender neutral. includes: england (arthur kirkland), america (alfred f. jones), france (francis bonnefoy), n.italy (feliciano vargas). as always, reblogs are appreciated

arthur kirkland

while arthur can be an awfully impatient man, he’s quick to slow as he lowers himself to be eye-level with your cunt. he’s the type to nearly drool as he spreads your legs, watching your cunt spread, just for him. he’ll look up to meet your gaze before gently blowing on your clit, his cock twitching in his pants at the way you shudder.

arthur loves to go down on you. despite being all ‘prim and proper,’ he loves a mess; and so, he loves to make you a mess, too. if you let him, there are nights where he’ll give you multiple orgasms through oral alone, ignoring the ache in his cock as you moan out and clamp your thighs around his head. he’ll suck on your clit, his tongue rubbing against it before wondering lower, prodding at your hole; he’ll tongue fuck you, licking against your walls until his tongue hurts. arthur will force your legs apart, wrapping his hands around your thighs as your cunt drools; don’t worry! he’ll clean up after. really, he doesn’t mind at all.

actually, if he’s given permission to be a bit more mean towards you, he’ll tease you for making a mess — he loves to bully you a bit. he’ll even nip or slap your clit if you talk back to him! when you squeak or whine at the pain, he’ll remind you that as long as you behave, he’ll help you cum. he likes feeling completely responsible for your pleasure, and if you let him, he’ll restrain you to further your dependence on him in the moment.

alfred f. jones

while it’s not something that crosses his mind too often, when he has you laid out beneath him, spreading your legs to let him see your pretty pussy, he nearly gets light headed as the blood rushes to his cock at how soaked you are. he says something about how he’s gonna eat you up as he lowers his face, tongue quickly darting out to lick up between your folds.

alfred is the kind of guy who has little technique, but his passion makes up for it completely. he’ll sloppily eat you out, making disgusting slurp sounds the more wet you become; he doesn’t really get why you get so embarrassed sometimes! he loves to hear you call out his name, your hand grabbing at his hair to pull him closer to your cunt. he’ll grin against you, determined to rock your world.

really, really, really likes when you sit on his face. what do you mean you’ll crush him? please, he’s way stronger than he looks, trust him! he’ll grip your hips and force you to lower yourself on his face, humming as you make such pretty noises. this is his favourite way to eat you out; the angle is perfect, and you have no way to push his head away and interrupt him. as long as you let him, he’ll totally get his full from this.

francis bonnefoy

believes that pleasure is a form of art, through and through; he has an intimidating amount of experience, and is quick to discover what you like. whatever your preferences are, francis is more than capable of providing them. he’ll pay close attention to what makes your head spin; experimenting with how to toy with your clit (do you like when he sucks on it softly, or when he practically tries to milk it? do you prefer circular or side-side motions? do you like a slow build up with sudden fast movements?). whatever you like, he’s bound to figure it out, and when he does, he’ll be almost relentless.

he does like to kitten lick, though. truth be told, he does like to tease you, just a bit; he simply wants to hear just how much you want more. he’ll comply the moment you ask, don’t worry! after all, he must reward you for speaking up!

after spending time between your legs, he finds that the smell of you lingers in his scruff. it’s faint, but, he soaks it in — a reminder of your night together. it arouses him so, but he’s patient to wait until next time. he’ll tell you about how much he craves you, how good you taste, how your smell teases him the following day; it’d be cruel to not let him have another taste, no?

feliciano vargas

feliciano prefers receiving, however, don’t let that fool you; he knows his way around your cunt like the back of his hand. he thinks it’s only natural to! he loves you, and loves to make you feel good. he’ll stay between your legs as long as you want him to, more than happy to be of use to you.

this is 100% about you; all he wants is for you to enjoy yourself and get off. the moment you ask, he’s already nudging you towards a place when you can sit down while he falls to his knees, spreading your legs. he’ll sensually lick your clit, swirling his tongue around your bud before wrapping his plump lips around it. he’ll gather spit in his mouth and let it drool down your cunt as he plays with your clit, your sounds of pleasure being music to his ears. he’ll do anything you tell him to do — but, it should be noted that you don’t necessarily have to. he knows what he’s doing; leave it to him, and he’ll bring you up to cloud nine with ease.

feliciano loves when you yank him off your cunt with your hand gripping his hair; he’ll look up at you with his lower face positively drenched, a small grin and lazy eyes meeting yours. “no more, tesoro?” he’ll ask softly, and when you calm down and steady your breath, sheepishly dragging him back to your cunt slowly, he’ll happily reach out, his neck extending to get closer faster, his tongue already darting out to get to your cunt.

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Feline Fiasco

Hetalia x Reader

This is written for a female reader but there isn't really anything specific that would suggest that besides a few references. If you want to read, I'm not going to stop you.

Also (Y/n) is completely uninterested in the countries for the majority of this, all she's interested in is the cats. This is way fluffier than anything else I've posted, which is two things, and this part is relatively America-centric because (Y/n) works for him. This is also way less quality work than those two posts but idk deal with it?

There is more to this but it's unfinished and I'll probably never post it. My friend also helped with the cat names so if you don't like them... uh assume that they chose them. One last note, I thought it would be funny to write the accents so you also have to deal with that.

As one of the many secretaries working in the White House, it was actually quite a surprise to you that you ended up as the main secretary to the human personification of the U.S.A.

Because of this, you had become quite close to Mr. F. Jones and more importantly: his cat.

You couldn't help but coo at the adorable and floofy feline. Sure, you should probably finish filing those papers, but national security can wait a few more minutes. Besides you couldn't resist the allure of the purr. It would be an understatement to say, when you learned that the other personifications also had furry friends of their own, you were excited.

America didn't want you interacting with the other countries, especially not Russia. But you honestly didn't care and you weren't the recording secretary for those meetings, so it's not like you were in attendance anyways. That somehow didn't stop you from having to tag along and meeting more nation cats; of which you weren't sure why they had brought them along in the first place. It's not like you were complaining.

Ball of fur after ball of fur. No cat went un-petted. Except for Germany's cat; he had evaded you time and time again. But no longer! For today was the last day and you were going to pet that cat if it was the last thing you did.

There it was. It's sleek black fur, the ribbon in Germany's signature colors around its neck, and that always alert look on its face. He would evade you no more. You crouched down in your very inflexible pencil skirt and prepared to pounce.

"Vhat are jou doing?" A voice thick with a German accent called out, startling you and the cat who decided to bound back towards him and into his arms.

"Uhhhh." You blanked.

"You're America's secretary right? Vat vere jou trying to do to my cat?" He questioned, eyes narrowing with suspicion.

You gulped and tried to explain your actions in a way that didn't sound absolutely ridiculous.

"I-uh. I wanted to pet your cat and… he kept evading me and I thought if I snuck up on him that I could pet him." You looked away and pitifully whispered, "Sorry."

"If jou vanted to pet him, all you had to do was ask."

"Really!?" Your eyes lit up and you looked up at the German with pure and unbridled excitement. He coughed and looked away with a slight blush resting on his cheeks.

"Of course." He held the cat out. You, with no hesitation whatsoever, immediately started to adore and love the cat, even shifting it from Germany's arms to your own.

As you continued to pet the cat, who despite his earlier refusal, seemed quite happy, you asked Germany a question. "My name's (Y/n). What's yours if you're willing to share? No pressure though."

His eyes widened a bit before he shook it off and gave you an answer. "Ludwig Beilschmidt." He responded, studying his cat. "Germouser seems to like jou."

You could barely stifle a laugh at the name he had given to the black cat. He sensed your amusement and gave an explanation.

"Feli- Italy named him. I vas going to name him Johann or something similar. Italy was zoroughly horrified by my suggestions and vould not rest until I vent vith his."

You smiled at the Italian's antics and shook your head with amusement. "Germouser is a fine name for an absolutely wonderful cat."

Germany seemed to get flustered again as he watched you coo at his cat, completely ignoring his presence. He would have just left him with you, but the meeting was starting soon and he didn't want to be late. Luckily for him, America decided to pop around the corner, demanding your attention. So you were forced to give up the precious kitty cat and return with Mr. Jones.

Alfred was annoyed. Not at you but at everyone else. Why did they have any right to be around you? You were an American citizen. His citizen. Sure, all you were really interested in was their cats. But what if you thought that they and their cats were so cool that you left him and went to live in a different country instead? He couldn't let that happen.

"So, (Y/n), dude, broette." He said on the way to the meeting room. "Here's the deal."

You gave him a look and raised an eyebrow.

"I need someone to watch Hero for me and my sitter flaked so you're gonna be watching him." He fingered-gunned at you and stars seemed to shine in the air around him. This, of course, was nothing new to you. It wasn’t like you would have rather been attending the meeting anyways.

So you stayed in a different unoccupied meeting room with a lovely, furry friend. It wasn't until he started hissing at a corner that you were in trouble.

"Hero, what's wrong?" You asked, concerned at the agitated cat. His tail bristled up and his ears flattened down as he took a defensive position. Out of nowhere another fluffy cat waltzed in from the very corner that Hero had been hissing at. It was Boris, a cat that belonged to Russia.

You hadn't actually gotten to pet him yet because to be honest, you were also scared of Russia. But… He wasn't around… and his cat was. And his cat was purring.

That was about all the reasoning that you needed to brush past Hero and scoop Boris up into your arms. The former started yowling for your attention and followed you as you went to sit down with the Russian cat.

You laid down on the plush carpeted floor and lifted the cat that you were holding up above you. Boris’ fluffy body was placed onto your chest and he immediately started purring louder once he got comfortable. He nuzzled his face into your neck, much to the annoyance of the American cat. Hero yowled at you and pawed at Boris, desperately trying to get him off.

Boris only gave him a smug look in return and kneaded into you, further solidifying his spot. Hero decided that it wasn’t worth the fight and that he was going to get his owner to remove the Russian cat and put him back into his mother’s lap: aka you.

The surprisingly smart and agile cat leapt around the room and pushed down the door handle, slipping out through the crack. You didn’t notice this as you were currently immersed in the bliss of a cat sitting on you and letting you pet it.

Eventually the purring lulled you into a peaceful and warm slumber, the two of you deciding to take a cat nap.

It would be Russia who found you first. Ivan realized that his cat had gone missing and he honestly didn’t care enough about the meeting to stay. It's not like anyone would try to stop him.

So as Hero bounded down the halls towards the meeting room, Mr. Ivan Braginsky came from the other direction; his sense of where his cat was at any one moment was completely uncanny.

The Russian gradually opened the wooden door and it quietly opened without any resistance. He turned his head towards where he heard purring and was met with a surprising sight. It was America’s secretary, with his cat, lying, with his cat.

You were breathing softly and the movements of your chest moving up and down also moved Boris. Ivan couldn’t help but faintly smile at the sight. Said cat opened a singular eye to acknowledge the new presence in the room. He flicked his tail and settled back into his spot. Not wanting to bother you or the cat, Ivan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pulled out some paperwork, seemingly from nowhere, and began to work on it. The sounds of your quiet breathing, combined with the light purr from Boris, made for a calming work environment.

As the three of you remained in peaceful bliss, another kitty cat was running around the corner on the never ending search for food. Itabby trotted up and down the corridors looking for an open door that might lead to some food that didn’t come from England. Her golden fur glimmered as the sun shined through the many windows in the building. She looked over at a door that had opened slightly and was too blinded by the thought of food to notice the scarily familiar scent coming from the room.

Itabby scampered over to the door but screeched and meowed as she was sent flying by an American blonde and his equally irritated cat. She tentatively peered around the door at the scene forming.

“HEY!” Alfred yelled, startling both you and the cat. You shot up straight, Boris falling into your lap. “What are you doing with her?!” He yelled again, getting his face up into Ivan’s. The other man gave him an unamused look and stood up, towering over him. Alfred, despite this, did not back down and continued to stare angrily at him.

“Go away.” The white-haired male said, his accent heavy as he crossed his arms. “You have startled them with your unnecessary noise. You are just like the rest of your country.”

The air tensed and became heavier as the seconds went on. They began to size each other up as Hero, ironically, “heroically” walked proudly over to you and with his front paws, pushed Boris off of your lap. He quickly took his place and started purring. Boris’ fur began to puff up as he hunched down and prepared to pounce. His back legs flexed and he made the jump, sending both him and Hero flying towards their fighting owners, who were remarkably somehow not in a physical fight. Yet.

You very quickly realized that you did not want to be in the middle of two superpowers fighting and quietly took your leave. (E/c) eyes met feline amber ones and you swept up the cat and made your escape, leaving behind the feuding men and cats.

Itabby snuggled into your arms as you finally slowed down to catch your breath. Her round tail whooshed back and forth as you tiredly walked through the long hallway. The two of you eventually ended up in the rose gardens of the meeting building. The area was well taken care of and beautiful if you did say so yourself. The meeting was taking place in England and Mr. Jones had told you about how the Brit enjoyed gardening, so it made sense as to why it was here.

Speaking of the British, you spotted a fluffy feline shape from the corner of your eye. It was deeper into the gardens and among the trees. Itabby finally decided that it was time to go and return to her owner. She gracefully leaped out of your arms and landed on all fours and trotted off to beg Italy for some pasta. You instead continued your approach to the cat, which at this point, you could tell was a Scottish Fold.

The left side of his face was brown and so was his tail. Alike to his owner, he seemed to have what you assumed were some kind of eyebrows and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his olive eyes stared into yours. He flicked his tail and layed back down onto the wall that he was laying on. His collar jingled as he moved and you quietly moved up to him. On the gold circle attached to the same olive color collar, was a name.

‘Scone’ You thought. ‘Oh my god. This is the most English cat name I have ever seen.’

You almost started laughing but the smoldering glare the cat gave you made you think otherwise. The stone wall was surprisingly cold for the summer sun and as you sat down, you took a look at Scone. He seemed to still be quite grumpy, but he knew you from earlier in the week, so he was not alarmed. You lifted up and moved your left arm forward to start petting him.

Scone was soft and clearly well-taken care of. His fur was clean and had no knots or dirt insight, despite laying around a garden for half a day. You continued your actions and the both of you started to fall back into slumber. Your hand hovered on the back of the feline and your head slumped alongside your body.

It was peaceful. With birds chirping and the wind lightly blowing. There was a river babbling somewhere in the background and it made for a serene scene. The only reason he had let you pet him was because you had fed him earlier in the week. He didn’t have his collar at that point so this was the first time you had gotten his name. Your eyes closed as you recalled the event from a couple of days prior.

The day after the plane landed you were on the hunt for felines. Armed with some cat food, a retractable mouse-on-a-stick and hope, you made your way around the building England had set aside for housing the rampant countries, and byproduct, their cats. France’s cat, Monsieur, was an absolute attention wh-. He really liked attention, and would rub himself against your leg anytime the two of you crossed paths. It’s not like France, or Francis, was much better.

It’s not like you minded petting him. He was adorable after all. The cat, not Francis. But you had wanted to meet as many other cats as you could and so you had to stop by Francis’ room multiple times to drop off Monsieur.

“Je suis désolé.” He said, taking Monsieur out of your arms. “He keeps getting out. But I guess he knows when there’s a lovely lady around.”

You ignored his attempts at flirting and instead scratched Monsieur’s chin one last time before leaving. He purred at you and while you felt bad about leaving him, you were on a mission! Besides, you had a certain Japanese cat to track down. Monsieur meowed at you as you walked down the hallway and if you didn’t know better you’d say so did Francis.

Either way, nothing was going to stop you from petting Tama, Japan’s cat. He was an adorable little black and white feline with the cutest little bob for a tail. You had actually spotted him earlier and was about to go up to him before Monsieur literally jumped into your arms, demanding attention. Of course you weren’t going to say no so Tama quickly left your sight as you went to return Monsieur.

Wait, isn't Monsieur just sir in French? Oh well there was no time to think about questionable cat names, this building was full of them.

Monsieur wasn’t the only attention whore of a cat. Prussia’s cat, Purrussia, wasn’t much better. He would follow you down hallways and meow with his scratchy meow at you while Austria’s cat, Allegro, whined behind him. He literally tried to jump up at you a few times.

Of course both of them were interrupted when Hero ran straight at you and tackled you like a professional linebacker. You had thought that it was mostly fluff, but no, apparently Hero could pack a punch. He knocked the wind out of you as you fell backwards onto the tiled floor. The cat sat proudly on you and looked around like he was waiting for something or someone. Whoever he was waiting for, however, wouldn’t show up fast enough to see Purrussia return the favor and tackle Hero off of you, much to Allegro’s horror.

The white cat had a German ribbon as well but it looked like it was fraying at the edges. The reason you were bringing this up was because Hero was currently using one of the edges to try to choke Purrussia and Allegro was using the other to try to pull Purrussia away from Hero. Neither was really working and all it was really doing was making Purrussia more and more agitated.

“PURRUSSIA!!!” A shrill voice yelled out from down the hallway.

The cats stopped their roughhousing to see two of the countries barrelling down towards them. Well Prussia was. Austria was slowly walking over, looking more inconvenienced than anything else.

“Purrussia! Purrussia!” Prussia reiterated, pulling his cat up by its arms. “Did jou vin?!”

Everyone but the two Prussians stared in disbelief at his statement. The albino feline furiously nodded his head and if he could have talked you would have imagined that he would have been saying, ‘I’m awesome!’

Hero angrily meowed down below, as if to oppose Purrussia’s non-verbal statement. Allegro just haughtily licked his paw and stuck his nose up as if to pretend that he was disgusted with their fighting as if he hadn’t just been a part of it. Austria picked up his in-denial cat and you picked up Hero who calmed down as soon as you did.

“Sorry about him.” You said, brushing his unruly fur down with your hand. “He gets a little competitive.”

“Ja. It’s fine.” Austria said, petting his own cat. “Purrussia is not much better.”

“HEY!” Prussia yelled. “My awesome Purrussia is doing his best! And besides, at least he actually does something!”

“Jour cat picked a fight vith a vall (wall) Gilbert.” Austria sassed.

“Vell jour cat’s piano playing is trash!”

Austria gave a gasp of horror before inching closer to the Prussian.

“Jou take zat back, RIGHT NOW!”

Prussia just laughed, still letting Purrussia’s back paws dangle as he held him like one would a toddler. He got in close to the Austrian’s face, smiling deviously at him.

“Nein.”

He suddenly, while still holding Purrussia, took off, running away from Austria. He wasn’t far behind though and you could hear the man yelling in German all the way down the far corridor.

“Well Hero.” You said, looking down at the cat who had made himself very comfortable. “That was weird.”

He just snuggled closer to you and you sighed. You scratched him once more before heading down the opposite hallway. The destination was clear, before you could continue your cat quest, you’d have to get this one safely back to its owner.

You suddenly snapped back to reality, still sitting on the wall. The sun was now high in the sky and the spot underneath you was no longer cold. You were especially warm as you now had a Scottish Fold sitting comfortably upon your lap. Quietly cooing at the cat, you looked to see if there was any way to escape your furry prison. The most important rule of cats: once a cat sits on you, you’re not moving until they do.

You sighed, legs uncomfortably stiff. Scone was far more content and his bushy tail occasionally brushed against your leg. It was incredibly cute but it didn’t make your back stop hurting from being hunched over for the last half hour.

Voices came from farther within the garden. There were two people currently engaged in a soft conversation. You caught bits and pieces of it; there was a man with a British accent and a man with what you thought was American until you heard him say ‘aboot.’ You couldn’t help but snicker at your own observation, disturbing Scone in the process.

He scornfully meowed at you and you offered pets in an apology. Around the corner turned Scone’s owner and a man who looked incredibly similar to America. They both turned to look at you when the Scottish Fold you were fondling stretched out to impossible lengths and complained like a cat while he did it. England looked down at your lap to see his cat very happily cushioned on your thighs. The man next to him was also holding a cat who again looked very similar to America’s.

They were clearly different though. This man’s hair was more auburn and his eyes were a shade of impossible purple. There was also more of a wave to it whereas America’s hair was as straight as hair comes. Familiarity lit up in your eyes, not for the man however.

“Maple!” You exclaimed, wanting to go to the cat but also not willing to disturb the one on you. “How have you been?”

The men stared at you, wondering if you were talking to them or the cat. Of course Maple himself answered this as he jumped out of his owner’s arms and darted over to you. He gracefully climbed up the small wall and placed himself down by you. Scone was on your lap and he was nicer than Hero so as to not push him off. You moved one of your arms to pet Maple and kept the other on Scone. They were so cute you felt like you were going to explode.

“Oh.” A quiet voice spoke out. It came from the man behind England. “You’re Alfred’s secretary right?”

You smiled and nodded at the man. “And I assume that means you’re Canada, right?”

He looked a tad taken aback before nodding himself. “Yeah…” He trailed off and England instead picked up the conversation.

“I thought you were supposed to be watching his furrball cat, Hero.” He walked over and leaned against the wall.

“I was. But then he and Boris got into a catfight… and then America and Russia got into a catfight.”

Canada laughed in the background but quickly covered it up. England stared at Scone, looking to see if there was anyway to get him off of you without being scratched himself. He had enough injuries, that should have scarred had he not been a country, from the cat. He shivered a bit, though also began to pet the feline, scratching his under the chin.

“That sounds like those two.”

You hummed in agreement, continuing your affections. Canada also came over to pet his own cat who ironically did smell like maple syrup.

“Can I make you the villain of this story?” You asked England, gesturing to Scone. “I do actually have somewhere I need to be.”

“Oh I suppose I can assume that role.” He mused, carefully picking up his cat. He was not happy to be moved but England just shushed him.

Canada also picked up his cat who was slightly nicer about the whole thing. He fidgeted with Maple’s ear as he held him.

“I’m Matthew.” He said, carefully shifting Maple so he could put one arm out to shake your hand.

You finished the formal greeting. “I’m (Y/n).”

The other blonde butted in from the background. “I’m Arthur, love.”

“It’s very nice to formally meet both of you. Seeing you from across a meeting room doesn’t really count.” You smiled and gave a small pat to each of the feline’s heads. “Well I wasn’t kidding about needing to get somewhere. I really didn’t mean to get stopped as long as I did.”

You playfully glared at the Scottish Fold sitting comfortably in his owner's arms. He promptly ignored you, instead turning around cutely. England apologized but you told him it was fine. You were at least 50% sure that Mr. Jones was probably still fighting with Russia. Those two really were like angry cats. You waved the two men off and went on your way to find out the answer to that question.

Instead of coming across two feuding superpowers, you came across two of the Asian nations’ cats. You had already met them both but this was the first time you were seeing them together. Tama was sitting up high on a shelf while China’s cat, Meowzedong, was angrily meowing at him from down below. Everytime he tried to climb up, Tama would use a paw and swipe a book or other object down at him.

You flinched as a very breakable, very expensive-looking, vase crashed down. It was this movement that alerted the two cats to your presence and Meowzedong wasted no time at all to come over to you and complain. Now you couldn’t exactly speak cat but you got the jist.

Bending down, you carefully picked up the cat. Meowzedong always had a weird clump of fur that looked almost like a ponytail that, no matter how much China cut it, always grew back. He yowled at you and pointed a furry paw in Tama’s direction. The other cat had already loafed on top of the high shelf and you looked at him, back at Meowzedong, back at Tama, and then back at Meowzedong again.

“I don’t know how tall you think I am but I’m not that tall.”

Meowzedong just narrowed his eyes and meowed at you again. You sighed, looking back at Tama. If he had a long enough tail to flick it at you he would’ve. Sensing the futility of his quest, Meowzedong instead spread himself out in your arms and if you didn’t know better you would have said that he was mocking Tama. And if you really didn’t know better you’d say that it was working and that the bobtail was getting more irritated by the second. The personifications might have had to act cordial but their cats had no such qualms.

Finally, Tama de-loafed himself and gracefully hopped down a few other layers before reaching the bottom. He gracefully walked over to you and sat on your foot… Well shoot. What were you supposed to do now?

So here you were, from one cat prison to the next. Standing in the middle of some random, out-of-the-way hallway because the nations’ cats were all attention-hogging, though very adorable, brats.

You didn’t know how much time had actually passed. There was no clock in the hallway, you didn’t wear a watch, and both of your hands were occupied so you couldn’t check your phone. As cute as they were, your legs felt like they were about to collapse in on themselves. You couldn’t even shift how you were standing because Tama had taken it upon himself to lay across both of your shoes. Your arms also felt like they were going to fall off at any second. Meowzedong wasn’t a particularly heavy cat but try holding anything over five pounds for longer than five minutes.

You were desperately hoping that either they would finally get bored and leave or someone would come to save you. Wow you guessed you really did need a “Hero” right about now… Dammit you thought that referencing needing a hero in your head would magically summon America or his equally hotheaded cat.

“Tama. Meowzedong.” You murmured. “Can you please get off?” You hoped to whatever god or gods were out there that they didn’t hear the desperation in your voice. Never show weakness to a cat.

The two cats made eye contact with each other for a moment and seemed to come to an agreement. Meowzedong stretched his body out before jumping onto the ground. Tama did the same but instead greeted Meowzedong when he landed.

It wouldn’t be an exaggeration if you said that you collapsed onto the wooden floor below. You quickly got up however as you didn’t want them to see it as another chance to sit on you. At least not right now. You pulled out your phone to see all of the messages and calls you missed. You had put it on silent while watching Hero and forgot to turn it back to vibrate.

‘Oh my god Mr. Jones called me twenty-three times.’ You thought, frantic. ‘I’m gonna be in so much trouble!’

You raced down the hallway, startling a group of micronations as you went. There was no time to apologize! You had to keep your job! If not for you then for the cats!

Not even thinking to knock you burst open the door where America was staying, side note why wasn’t it locked? And were greeted with the sight of!... Mr. Jones… crying? His cat looked pretty dejected too and was currently hanging himself off the side of the bed like a rug.

“Sir?” His head shot up to look at you.

He quickly snapped his head back away, mushing at his face in an attempt to try to make it seem like he wasn’t crying.

“(Y-Y/n)” He stuttered for a second, before immediately going back to the hero persona. “Where’ve you been!?”

“Are you okay?” You ignore him, instead asking your own question.

You titiled your body to look at what he was looking at… Was that a framed picture of you?!

It didn’t matter because he was very quickly all in your face again. You could see what seemed to be a rapidly healing black eye and a tooth that hadn’t fully regrown in yet as he smiled at you. Just how long was he fighting with Russia for?

You sat him down on his bed, considering if you should even bother getting a medkit for him. Either way you ended up spending the rest of the day with him, watching movies and sitting what you considered a good ways away from each other on the plush couch. He apparently had a nicer room in all of England’s properties from when he used to live there during parts of the year.

Hero filled the gap in-between you of which America was mildly annoyed about. He kept trying to get you to use ‘Alfred’ but you insisted that it was unprofessional. He’d close the gap one day.

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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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Can you do Axis x reader x Allies? They are all fighting for reader's love.

☆ axis vs allies: fighting for your love!

starring. . . gender neutral reader and north italy, germany, japan, america, + china.

author notes; this was super fun, i imagined it to be a sort of otome game scenario with multiple routes. like the protagonist/reader goes on dates with everyone until they choose just one person to be with. i couldn’t fit all the main allies in here, sorry anon! lmk if you want a part two for them or any other characters.

feliciano vargas!

— he knows that his colleagues are also interested in you. he’s not particularly discouraged though because, really, who wouldn’t be? you were attractive, intelligent, thoughtful— the whole package. vargas knows he has his own unique charms, traits that the allies and even the another axis don’t have. feliciano is cute and he knows how to use that to his advantage. alfred is cute too, but in a different way. he doubts the boisterous american could sweep you off your feet like he could.

— in terms of competition he views francis and ludwig as his biggest enemies. feliciano is smart enough to not let anyone ruin his personal relationships, so he doesn’t hold any real ill will towards the two. in fact, it’s because he likes them so much, especially ludwig, that he even considers them to be rivals in the first place. francis is very obviously romantic. he was the one who taught vargas the ropes, after all. however his romance was rather.. mature.. meanwhile, the italian preferred to keep his romance light and playful. ludwig was cute in a stoic way. he couldn’t flirt to save his life, but that was part of his appeal. he would give you a small smile as he tried his best to be romantic and your heart couldn’t help but melt.. yea, those two would be trouble.

— he likes to keep dates vague at first, leaving you unsure of whether or not things are platonic or romantic. unlike francis or arthur he doesn’t come on strong. the first dates are still pretty high class though. dinners at expensive restaurants, trips to private beaches, live music shows— feliciano’s willing to spend every dime on you and he’s not afraid to show it. all the while he’s joking and laughing with you, looking you lovingly in the eyes with the cutest boyish smile you’ve ever seen. he’ll whine and complain sometimes, pouting anytime you tease him. he’s pretty childish but he knows when to pull back so that it’s not annoying.

— when things get really romantic, you’ll know. he’ll take you to more public places. vargas has many family businesses that he’ll frequent with you. it’s his way of saying you’re closer than you were before. vargas will initiate a lot more pda too, holding your hand more often than not and reveling in the feeling of you leaning on his shoulder. he’s not opposed to cheek kisses either. occasionally he’ll ‘miss’ your cheek and nail a kiss close to your lips, hinting at what he could make happen in the future. what he hoped would happen in the future.

— eventually things will escalate to a point where he’ll personally ask you if you want to be with him or not. not because feliciano views it as a waste of time if you don’t want to continue on, but because he truly wants to be with you. he can’t stand not knowing anymore and he especially can’t stand not having you all to himself. vargas will be respective of your answer no matter what.. but.. he has a feeling you’ll say yes.

ludwig beilschmidt!

— he’s not particularly confident of himself in this area. romance was not ludwig’s strong suit. he knows that other countries are interested in you as well, which doesn’t help him feel any better. even feliciano was after you! despite it all, his older brother had encouraged him to try to win you over. so here he was. he would try his best. the german didn’t know it, but he had his own charms. he was stoic and sort of inexperienced but still a polite man. many ladies found this to be charming. in a way, his lack of romantic prowess was his power.

— his biggest competitors, in his mind, are feliciano and alfred. both for reasons he considers obvious. they’re both rather ‘naturally cute’ men. they had this boyish charm while still being mature. alfred was really funny which only helped his case. feliciano was great at romancing others and while ludwig doesn't know much about alfred’s love life, he figured that it was likely the american was the same way. gah.. just thinking about it makes him frown. he’s been at disadvantages before though, so he’s able to convince himself that things will be fine no matter the outcome. his opinion on the two of them doesn’t change because of the situation. beilschmidt understands that no one can help the way they feel. it’s no one man’s fault that they’re all pursuing the same person. he just wishes he didn’t have to go against vargas, one of his closest friends.

— his first dates are.. regular. but not in a bad way. ludwig spends his days beforehand researching and reading up on things like date etiquette, best cafes to take someone out to, good meals to order, conversation tactics, and more. he doesn’t mind putting in the extra work to catch up with the people he’s up against. he’ll try his best to be romantic the whole time by holding doors and complimenting you whenever the opportunity presents itself. he asks a few questions about you, wanting to get to know you for who you really are. your other suitors may take you out to expensive places but they probably weren’t actively trying to learn about you— at least that’s what the german was betting on.

— dates will slowly but surely become more tuned to your interests and personality. you like to paint? he’ll invite you out to a nice art bar where you two can create something together. you like to read? he’ll take you to a library-cafe. beilschmidt feels that these dates are the most personal. there’s more pda as he really gets comfortable. it’s mostly limited to hand holding. every so often at the end of dates he’ll ask for a kiss. if you oblige and give him one, you’ll get to see a small smile on his face as he admires you lovingly. he may even bite his lip, clearly whipped for you.

— of course, there’ll come a time where he decides to finally ask about your intentions. he asks a little bit later, not wanting to hold you down or force a decision onto you. with the guidance of his older brother, he’ll find the time to sit you down and ask if you want to date him… like, seriously date him. just him. no matter your answer, he’ll still want to be friends with you. he’s gotten to know you so well, he couldn’t just turn away from you.

kiku honda!

— he’s whipped for you, though it took him a bit longer than everyone else to realize it. kiku mostly labeled what he was feeling as feelings of admiration. once he notices the the pain in chest as he sees francis trying to serenade you, he realizes that he’s in love. deeply in love. it’s a bit awkward when he comes to you later than the other axis and politely asks if he can take you out sometime. despite the awkwardness, you say yes, with a smile. smiles are good. he knows a thing or two about going out with people so he’s not completely stressed about that. anything he doesn’t know he just researches beforehand, similarly to ludwig.

— his biggest competitor for your love, in his opinion, is feliciano. he’s cute, he’s funny— if honda was in your position, he would have folded for the other immediately. he’s a little worried about everyone really because he’s ‘late to the game’, but overall vargas is his biggest threat. things will be okay though, kiku assures himself. he knows he’s cute in his own way. many of his colleagues have commented on the fact that his relaxed expression was a cute one. it was rare for them to see him relaxed as he mostly thought of work related things when he was in their company. for you, however, it wouldn’t be rare to see. honda would make sure of that.

— the first dates, similarly to yao’s, are formal. they’re not uptight though, as he wants to seem cute to appeal to you as a boyfriend. there’s gift giving here and there, but he mostly focuses on doing things for you. just when you’re too lazy to cook for the night, kiku’s there to pick you up and take you to a luxurious restaurant. anytime you mention something that needs fixing, he’s on it. if he can’t fix it himself, he pays someone to do it in his stead. he insists that it’s normal and that you owe him nothing in return. he just wants to see you prosper, is all. pda is kept to a minimum, seeing as though it takes him a while to even work up the nerve to ask if he can kiss you. when he does finally kiss you, it’s immediately made clear that he’s experienced. nothing too passionate, of course. there’s a certain air of confidence and the kiss has just the right amount of chasteness to keep you wanting more.

— as things go on the two of you only get closer. his dates shift from formal outings to extremely casual dates. sometimes it’s buying manga and books together, sometimes it’s watching your favorite movies at home. honda’s favorite ‘date’ consists of you two sitting quietly together in the same room doing completely different things. kiku finds this to be extremely romantic. you’re both doing different things but still enjoying each other’s presence. he’ll be doing paperwork and you’ll be sitting with a computer and neither of you are talking but both of you are happy. during times like this, he may even lean over and kiss you on the cheek, commenting on how much he enjoys your company.

— he’s not afraid to ask you straight-out what you want for yourself and your future. honda doesn’t want to keep you from your version of happiness, even if that happiness is with another man. there’s no doubt that he wants what’s best for you.

alfred f. jones!

— he’s a bit thrown off that other men are also trying to romance you. from the very beginning he decides that you’re the one who wants to go steady with. alfred is thrown off, but not enough to give up. he knows his worth. he’s a funny guy, people like that. he’s cute too, smart when he wants to be. jones would ask arthur for help but.. he’d be better off asking a math teacher for help in a history class. he didn’t think kirkland was any good with romantic endeavors. he’d just have to wing it and do his best. it’d be fine.. probably.

— the american doesn’t think of anyone as competition really, but he does hate the idea of you going out with francis. i mean, come on! he’s quite literally known for being a romantic! hopefully you’d find his flirting corny or off putting instead of endearing. alfred’s not completely inept when it comes to romance but he’s no hot shot. most of the time when a flirt of his fails, people laugh it off because he’s just so cute while trying to be a flirty guy. he’s a loser, but an attractive one. people also enjoy the fact that he’s a bit chubby. he knows this only because of past experiences. hmm.. he supposes that ivan could pose an issue too. he’s always an issue in some way or another.

— his beginning dates are very fun! he’s more fond of going to carnivals, finding a drive in movie theater, stargazing, eating at diners, and dancing together than any modern date. lunch dates are fine and all but it’s just so boring to jones. it’s not that he needs a bunch of excitement but he wants these dates to be interesting. he hopes that after each date ends, he’s still on your mind. he doubts the others are taking you out to such cool places. he’s flirty on these dates, trying his hardest to impress you. he’ll hold your hand often on these dates, as physical contact is something he enjoys a lot. alfred doesn’t mind hugs or kisses this early either, especially if you’re dancing. if you’re not enjoying each other then why even go out? after each date he personally escorts you home. he also leaves you with a kiss to your hand, a sign that he still has some sense of politeness despite his eagerness.

— as things continue you’ll start to notice that he’s taking you to more distinctive places. instead of finding a drive in movie theater in the middle of nowhere, the american will take you to a roller rink he comes to often. the people there will know him and they’ll know you when he brings you in. apparently he talks about you to whoever will listen. it’s flattering albeit embarrassing. a lot of the places you’ll go will be places he enjoys and wants to share with you. alfred’s much softer now and a bit goofier, backing away from the flirty persona he attempted to put on for the first few dates. you’ll often find yourself leaning onto his shoulder as you try to recollect yourself after breaking down from laughter. it’s in these moments that he’ll smile at you, soaking in your happy expression. it’s a gorgeous expression, one he’d like to see all the time.

— one day jones realizes that he needs to be seriously dating you. he wanted to take you to an animal adoption center as a sort of surprise but he noticed that doing that was sort of a couple thing.. like a serious couple thing. alfred really thinks getting you a pet would be the best thing in the world. the two of you would make the best pet parents in his mind. it would make him a true hero. or close to one. so he swings by your place and directly asks you if you want to be his partner. he doesn’t stall once he realizes what he needs to do. jones believes that it’s best to just go for what you want. you only live once, after all.

yao wang!

— it’s not his first time courting a lady. he’s experienced. he even believes that he could outdo francis somewhat. only somewhat though. yao’s been around for a long time so he knows what people like and don’t like. it’s not that he’s a super romantic but he’s passionate no matter what, which draws you in. he suspects you have a thing for older men, which he doesn’t mind playing into. he’s aged like fine wine and he’s not afraid to flaunt it.

— there is no rivals or competition in wang’s mind. why think about the other guys when he can just focus his attention on you and him? if he had to choose, he’d say arthur, maybe. maybe. francis was too much of a try hard for your affections. kirkland was a mature man. he was polite. the british man seemed to know how to treat someone right. however, in the end, yao viewed himself as on top of it all. he refused to let himself get anxious over your other suitors. that’s how people lose. by worrying.

— he’s a calm and quiet pursuer, playing the long game. beginner dates are very formal. wang tries with all his might to impress you but he makes sure to do so in a way that seems effortless. like he could do this everyday. as if to say, ‘dating me will result in the best treatment for you everyday until death’. he could never say it outright, so he let his actions speak for him. he’s no sugar daddy and he never claims to be anything of the sort. he’s just giving you a taste of what your life could be like should you choose to spend it with him. yao also gives you lots of gifts, though he tries to keep them small so you’re not overwhelmed. he adores the face you make whenever you open up a present he’s gotten you. you’re always so happy to received them.. so graceful when you accept them.. he can’t help but want to spoil you. and that’s exactly what he’ll do, if you continue on.

— as you get closer, wang starts to feel younger. his few grey hairs seem to be jet black again. the dates become less formal and more casual for the both of you. often he’ll just invite you over to his house. he spends less time trying to impress you and more time just enjoying you and your company. you’ll start to hold hands, hug, and kiss a lot more now. he loves the feeling of your lips on his cheek. these dates are a lot more loose and fun, often ending with you two giggling as he holds you in his arms. yao likes to dance with you in his home, rocking back and forth with a smile on his face. he’s shown you what the two sides of your relationship would be like. the first side, what was seen by the public— expensive dinners, beautiful clothing for the both of you, and lovely gifts— and now, the second side, what wasn’t seen by the public. kisses to the forehead, cooking for each other, reading together, and laughing over nothing in particular.

— after a while wang will invite you over one day and pop the question. no, not marriage, though he does think you’d make a perfect partner.. he’ll ask if you want to start officially dating. he doesn’t know for sure if you’ll say yes, even though he’s used his tried-and-true method of dating on you. yao hopes for the best and prepares for the worst. he hopes for your love.. but he’s prepared to live life as just a friend of yours. boyfriend or otherwise, he’d like to be present in your life.

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erina-writes-headcanons · 8 months

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Feliciano Vargas, Lovino Vargas, Ludwig Beilschmidt, and Yao Wang with S/O Who are Serious Most Of The Time Until They Received Their Affection and Get Shy

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A/N: Hey @thekitsuneyokumoku! I knew you requested Hetalia Headcanons in the chat and I let it slide this time because I prefer if you request me in the Ask Button instead of in the chat. Anyway, thank you so much for your idea for this headcanon and I hope you like the final result.

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Feliciano Vargas - North Italy

Feliciano is very cuddly and he likes to hug people around him so it wasn't really a surprise if he tries to hug you as his S/O. Then rubbing his cheeks on your face.

Not only cuddly but Feliciano would kiss your cheeks just out of nowhere because he is affectionate to everyone. If you watch the anime, you would see hugs from Lovino to Kiku. He also tried to hug Ludwig.

You are serious most of the time? I would be not surprised if Feliciano is trying to break your guard just to fluster you with his little affection.

Also, he is also a great cook so he would make perfect pasta for you just to show his love to you when you are hungry but really busy because of your work.

Despite his innocent smile and closed eyes. He enjoys when you are getting flustered when you get shy as you receive his affection but he won't show it.

He is still trying to play this innocently while hugging, kissing, and making pasta for you when you try to talk about how shy you are with his affection. "Huh, what's wrong with it mi amor? I'm just being There's nothing wrong about it, right?"

He thinks you are very adorable when you are getting shy because you receive his kisses and his hugs as your face is burning because of him. He won't stop even if you ask him.

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(Y/N) sat in front of their computer, their/her/his eyes fixed on the screen, fingers dancing across the keyboard. The soft glow of the monitor illuminated their focused expression, casting a warm hue on their determined features. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the computer and the occasional tapping of keys.

A mug of hot, steaming coffee sat on (Y/N)'s table. The comforting aroma enveloped the air around them, creating a room filled with a warm coffee scent. As (Y/N) worked diligently, their/her/his hand occasionally reached out to grasp the mug's handle, the porcelain radiating a soothing heat that travelled up their fingers and took a sip of the bitter yet sweet beverage.

Feliciano peered out from behind the slightly ajar door, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern as he observed your relentless dedication to the task at hand. He wanted to step in, to offer his warm and comforting hugs so you two could just cuddle together and forget all of the burdens.

Aware that interrupting (Y/N)'s focused work would make you pissed off and receive silent treatment from you. Feliciano decided he could do something sweet for you instead of bothering you and ending up annoying the hell out of you.

An idea sparked in his mind, and a bright smile spread across his face. He quietly retreated from behind the door and headed to the kitchen. With his experience in the kitchen, he gathered the ingredients needed for a comforting meal: fresh basil leaves, pine nuts, garlic, Parmesan cheese, and a box of spaghetti.

Feliciano's heart warmed at the thought of surprising you with a delicious homemade meal, something that would surely bring a smile to your face amidst your demanding workload. He couldn't wait to see the surprise and happiness in your eyes when he presented the plate of fragrant pesto spaghetti, a small gesture of love to remind them that taking a moment for themselves was just as important as their dedication to their tasks.

With the pesto spaghetti prepared to perfection, Feliciano held the dish in his hands. He gently knocked on the door before slowly pushing it open. (Y/N) glanced up from their/her/his work, surprised by the unexpected interruption. Feliciano's warm smile greeted them as he entered, holding the plate of steaming pasta. "Mi Amor!!! I thought you might need a break, so I made some Pesto Spaghetti for you," He skips in happily before putting the plate on your table.

With a soft, affectionate smile, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on each of their cheeks. (Y/N)'s surprise was evident, your cheeks warming even more as you blinked in astonishment. You glance at the floor, not expecting a kiss from your boyfriend. "T-thank you, Feliciano," (Y/N) stutters.

Feliciano couldn't resist a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed the pink tint spreading across (Y/N)'s cheeks after the gentle kisses. He leaned against the doorway, his smile dancing with mischief. "Oh, I didn't know a simple kiss on the cheeks would turn you into such a blushing masterpiece, Mi Amor" he teased, his tone light and affectionate. Y/N's shyness deepened, and they tried to suppress a smile as they playfully rolled their eyes.

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Lovino Vargas - South Italy

Unlike Feliciano, Lovino is much more Tsundere when he is trying to show his affection around his crush. You know how he treats Spain so don't expect him to be as cuddly as Feliciano.

However, he does see his other side with his pickup lines so I could see that he would try to make you blush with his Italian pickup lines to try to make you blush.

This can be a little bit awkward though because mostly you are serious and he's not really teasing as much as Feliciano but he can be quite romantic.

Lovino does hug you or kiss you but not in public because he does not want to be teased so he would only be doing it in the bedroom where you two are cosy.

He does think you look cute though when you are blushing but he is not going to admit it as loud as Feliciano unless he does plan to fluster you.

Would also whisper sweet nothing just to fluster you when the two of you are not in public. He's Italian, so he's as experienced as Feliciano in the art of flirting and romance.

Also, he would surprisingly make pizza for you instead of Pasta. His special pizza and he would be pissed if you decide to eat those fake pizza from convenient store.

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As the sun began its descent on a Friday evening, (Y/N) and Lovino. They had been looking forward to this movie night all week long. The living room was adorned with cosy blankets, and a couple of sodas chilling in the ice bucket but it was not complete with the snacks for the movie night.

Lovino arrived first, his trademark scowl softened by the upcoming evening's prospect. He kicked off his shoes and settled onto the couch, sending a quick text to Y/N that he was there. Soon enough, (Y/N) joined him from Kitchen once you place the ice bucket filled with cold drinks next to the couch, your smile infectious as they entered the room.

"Hey, Lovino! Ready for another movie night?" Y/N asked with a soft smile on her/his/their face.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess so," he muttered, trying to mask his own anticipation.

Lovino Vargas leaned back on the couch, his attention divided between the Netflix menu and the movie selection. He shifted slightly, glancing at (Y/N) seated beside him. With a bashful smile that he tried to hide, he wrapped his arm around you. As he pretended to scroll through the movie options, his fingers brushed against (Y/N)'s arm, a subtle way of conveying his affection.

Lovino's heart raced as he felt a mixture of nerves and excitement, his arm wrapped around (Y/N). Just as he was beginning to feel more at ease, the distant sound of the doorbell pierced the air. He quickly pulled his arm away, the sudden movement accompanied by a muttered grumble under his breath. His cheeks tinged with a faint blush as he tried to regain his composure, cursing his own awkwardness.

As the doorbell rang, (Y/N) sprang up from the couch. (Y/N) hurried to the door, their/her/his steps quick but controlled. Opening the door revealed the pizza delivery person with a frown on the delivery man face. "Here's your pizza," the guy hands the pizza box. "Alright and here's the cash and the tip too," (Y/N) mutters before pulling out a few bucks and giving it to the delivery man.

As (Y/N) reentered the room, pizza box in hand, Lovino's eyes flickered towards the delicious prize they held. However, Lovino glances at the pizza box. The box is written 'American Express Pizza' and he puffs his cheeks together. "Mi amor. Did you buy that Horrible American Pizza?" he asks. "They are not horrible and yes, I did," (Y/N) looks at Lovino.

Lovino's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the mention of American Express Pizza, his preference for Italian cuisine evident in his expression. "Ugh, American Express Pizza? You know I can't stand that stuff," he quipped. "Hey, how about this? Since I can actually make a proper Italian pizza, why don't we make one together? I'll show you the real deal, and then we can enjoy it while watching the movie," He held one of your hands and drag you to the kitchen.

A light blush painted (Y/N)'s cheeks as Lovino gently took your hand, his touch sending a subtle thrill through you. His actions were unexpectedly tender, and they followed him willingly as he led them to the kitchen. The scent of ingredients and the warmth of the oven filled the air, creating a cosy atmosphere that matched their fluttering emotions.

Lovino turned towards them, his gaze meeting theirs. Before (Y/N) could say anything, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss on each of (Y/N) cheeks, his affectionate gesture momentarily leaving her/him/them breathless. The surprise of his kiss deepened your blush, (Y/N) heart beating a little faster.

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Ludwig Beilschmidt - Germany

Unlike Feliciano, he is much more shy with showing affection so it is going to be awkward between the two of you. He does love you but it takes a long time for him to hold your hand or to give a kiss on your cheeks.

To show his affection to you how much he loves you mostly from his chocolate cake since he could bake the best chocolate cake since we know he doe love baking.

Other than baking chocolate cake for you. Ludwig would be most likely show his affection to you through Act service. It would be like cleaning your room, teaching you the subjects you did not understand, or protecting you.

Nevertheless, Ludwig does try to be affectionate to you. Each time he goes home from the world meeting. He would give a little kiss on the crown on your head but he doesn't always do it often because he would get a bit shy when giving you a kiss.

Sometimes he would try to make himself brave by kissing you on the lips even though it ended up causing him to blush madly and things getting even a bit more awkward than before.

Ludwig might be not affectionate in public but he does give you some little kisses when in the house and no one is watching. He's aware that his brother are going to tease him so he only being affectionate when no one is there too.

Also, he does think when you blush are endearing byt just like Lovino. He is not going to admit it out loud when you are blushing because of his kisses.

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On a tranquil afternoon, (Y/N) found themselves immersed in the company of Ludwig's Dogs, Arter, Berlitz and Blackie. The soft glow of the TV illuminated their faces as they all settled in for a movie night. Blackie lay by (Y/N)'s feet, a comforting presence emitting a quiet warmth. Berlitz perched excitedly on the cushion next to (Y/N), occasionally tilting their head in response to the flickering images on the screen.

Lastly, Aster occupied the space by the window, as if keeping a watchful eye on the world outside and waiting for her master to go home just like (Y/N) too. Despite sitting together with the triple furbabies, (Y/N) could not help but feel lonely as Ludwig had been staying in another country for the world meeting.

Despite the movie playing on the TV screen, (Y/N) found their/her/his thoughts wandering elsewhere, unable to focus on the storyline. Ludwig had been away in America for a week. (Y/N)'s mind was fixated on the front door. Every distant sound, every creak in the house stirred a spark of hope that it might be Ludwig's arrival.

As the minutes stretched into the night, (Y/N)'s gaze shifted from the TV to the clock on the wall. The hands of time seemed to be moving at an excruciatingly slow pace, reminding you that it was growing late. With a sigh, (Y/N) reluctantly tore their attention away from the door and decided to head to the kitchen. The dogs followed closely, their/her/his presence a comforting reminder of the waiting they were all engaged in.

In the warm glow of the kitchen lights, (Y/N) set about preparing a simple meal. They gathered ingredients, chopped vegetables and seasoned the chicken. The dogs sat nearby, their attentive eyes fixed on every movement, their tails occasionally thumping against the floor in anticipation. As the scent of food filled the air, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile at the three dogs' excitement.

For Blackie, Aster and Berlitz, diced some leftover chicken that you had used and some scrambled eggs for the extra since she did not want them to get bored with only chicken. The dogs, their tails wagging in excitement, gathered around their designated bowls, ready to devour their given food.

A sudden hush fell over the kitchen as the distinct sound of boots echoed from outside. The dogs, their ears perked up in unison, froze in their tracks, their meals momentarily forgotten. Blackie, Berlitz, and Aster exchanged knowing glances, their instincts alert to the approaching presence.

The triplets moved in unison towards the living room, their sensitive noses catching the scent of someone familiar. Ludwig had finally returned. The kitchen fell silent but the sounds of the dogs barking from the living room reached out to (Y/N)'s ears. This causes (Y/N) to stand up from the chair, following Balckie, Berlitz and Aster together.

The door swung open, revealing Ludwig's figure framed by the warm light spilling in from the outside. (Y/N)'s heart leapt at the sight, a mixture of relief and excitement flooding your senses. Without hesitation, Ludwig closed the distance between them. As he reached (Y/N), a shy yet affectionate smile curved his lips.

With a gentle gesture, he reached out, cupping (Y/N)'s face in his hands, his eyes never leaving theirs. And then, in a moment that felt like a whisper of time, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and then placed his lips on top of your lips. The tender kiss from Ludwig left (Y/N) feeling a rush of emotions that spread like wildfire across your cheeks. A delicate blush crept up, tinting their skin with a rosy hue.

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Yao Wang - China

Yao Wang is shameless when he is showing his love so it was not surprising that he would latch out on you out of nowhere when he feels cuddly.

Yao wang is just as affectionate as Feliciano but a little bit more stern when he is taking care of you when you are sick, scolding you and feeding you hot soup.

When you are blushing. he would squeal as he thinks you look really adorable when you are getting shy as he is showing his affection to you.

You could expect him glomping on you and telling you how much adorable you are when you are blushing madly. Also, not going to let go of you even though you told him to get away.

Does not mind PDA at all and does not even realize that he is really embarrassed as everyone watches him being lovey-dovey to you. Would hug and kiss you everywhere and anywhere but not kiss on the lips. He's surprisingly a little bit shy when it comes to kissing on the lips.

Also, would even smush your cheeks when you are getting shy when he sees you getting embarrassed after he kisses you or hugs you.

Another guy who would be willingly try to break your guard and your serious face just to see you blush and giggles when he is being cuddly to you.

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In the midst of her/his/their daily routine, (Y/N) settled into a virtual Zoom meeting, connecting with your manager and fellow colleagues scattered across different locations. As faces appeared on the screen in the computer screen, the manager greeted their teammates with a smile on his face. "Good afternoon everyone. Let's discuss our project with our upcoming plan for a drink," he places his arms on the table.

Yao Wang found himself reclining on the bed, his patience gradually waning as he awaited (Y/N)'s meeting to come to an end. The passing minutes seemed to stretch, and he couldn't help but sigh softly, his expressive eyes reflecting a mix of anticipation and restlessness. As the voices from the virtual meeting continued to emanate from (Y/N)'s device, Yao Wang shifted his position, starting at the bald glasses men.

Yao Wang's eyes began to droop as the minutes dragged on, the monotony of waiting causing drowsiness to creep over him. The hum of the meeting had transformed into a distant buzz, and he stifled a yawn, his eyelids feeling heavier with each passing moment. Until suddenly a spark of inspiration lit up in his mind.

With renewed energy, Yao Wang pushed himself up from the bed, his boredom momentarily forgotten as he had tons of ideas about what to do to take your attention away from the bald manager. The man decides to surprise (Y/N) with a homemade culinary extravaganza as he dove into the culinary world.

With determination in his eyes, he gathered the necessary ingredients and set about recreating a trio of beloved Chinese dishes. The kitchen came alive with activity as Yao Wang skillfully chopped vegetables, marinated meats, and orchestrated the symphony of sizzling pans. The aroma of sizzling meats and the mingling scents of various sauces filled the air, promising a mouthwatering feast in the making.

With unwavering focus, he whipped up a sumptuous Kung Pao Chicken, the marriage of spices, peanuts, and succulent chicken pieces tantalizing his senses. Lastly, Yao Wang decides to create an Orange Chicken as the chicken fried until perfectly golden-brown and coated with Orange Sauce.

Strutting inside the bedroom with pride, Yao Wang entered the room where (Y/N) is still talking with the other workers and their/her/his manager with the tray in his hand inside there are rice along with the chicken that he made and a pair of chopsticks. Yao Wang set the plates and the bowl on the table, arranging them thoughtfully as he sets them on the table.

A delightful and enticing aroma wafted through the air, drawing (Y/N)'s attention away from the meeting. As you turned around, your eyes met the scene before them, a beautifully laid-out lunch spread that showcased Yao Wang's meals and Chinese food specialities. With a mix of surprise and appreciation, (Y/N) couldn't help but smile a little bit with a blush on (Y/N)'s face.

Yao Wang's observant eyes caught the flush that graced (Y/N)'s cheeks as (Y/N) realizes the meal that he had prepared. A small smile played at his lips, his heart warming at the sight of your reaction. He closed the distance between them with a soft yet purposeful step. As he reached (Y/N), placing a gentle kiss on your cheeks.

"我爱你，你害羞的时候真可爱." (Wǒ ài nǐ, nǐ hàixiū de shíhòu zhēn kě'ài - I love you, you're really cute when you blush.)

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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Yandere Italy with an S/O who likes to playfully bully him

Yandere (north) Italy

Oh poor boy.

Feli is definitely not mentally prepared.

Maybe your kidnapping was a bad idea.

This would be an emotional roller coaster.

more than 60% of the time downhill.

You can be really sadistic.

( Sadistic = you don't give him hugs. )

You are really creative.

Feli always doesn't understand sarcasm and that you enjoy teasing him.

Although he grew up with Romano.

However, Feli will take it.

He won't punish you either.

This is part of your personality and he loves you for it.

But once you went too far.

You cut the pasta before you started cooking it.

Feli was really shocked.

This was indeed wrong.

You must have been punished for this.

Don't mess with his food.

They are a good thing for him.

In addition to you.

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Hetalia Masterlist

2p America

Headcannons

2p Italy

Headcannons

1p England

Fighting for independence S/o

2P America

NS FW headcannons

#hetalia #Hetalia England #hetalia america #hetalia italy #yandere england #yandere america #yandere italy #america x reader #england x reader #italy x reader #YANDEREAFFECTIONS GOLDEN MASTERLIST #last updated 3/3/23

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sunny6677 · 2 years

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So, scenario I randomly came up with; so what if some of the hetalia boys(allies + axis) basically had a spouse(who is a nation) for about like, let's say a pretty long time now-- like a few thousand years or hundreds of years. And the thing is, they surprisingly have the healthiest relationship out of every other romantic relation in the show.

I will be starting off with the Axis first--

PART 1: THE AXIS.

(Just a reminder, the nation's and the countries are seperate. The nation's are the characters, while the countries are the actual countries. So don't think I'm shipping you with the actual country, I'm shipping you with the character.)

Italy:

- The two of yous love story was something out of a magical, fantasy romance novel. You had met him decades and decades ago at his place which you were visiting due to kind of being required to. Even though you two were kind of dealing with tensions between your bosses, you two seemed to get on fine.

- And since the two of you became friends after a while, you both agreed on sending letters unless you both wanted to just head over to eachothers place. It slowly became more apparent to you both over time that you two were growing romantic feelings for one another.

- So Italy, as his own way of asking you out, invited you to his place. He took you out on a nice romantic dinner with candlelight, gave you his own personal tour of the city(specifically in the more beautiful parts), took you out on a boat ride and then proceeded to ask you out then and there.

- Flattered by his creative way of asking you out, you of course accepted the offer and began to date him. And after a few months of being together, he decided he wanted you as his wife/husband/spouse. Forever.

- So he took you on a romantic dinner for your 1st year anniversary, left a love lock with you at the alley of lovers, and took you boat riding again-- but this time with a little twist.

- Unexpectedly, he pulled out a ring, and gave his big proposal speech right then and there. And of course, you said yes. Now, onto the two of yous relationship.

- If your on the more introverted side, he's probably the one iniating affection most of the time. Anytime he greets you in the mornings or basically anywhere else, he quickly runs up to you and embraces you in a tight hug, giving you several smooches while saying; "Y/N! Ciao, ciao, ciao~!"

- If your on the more extroverted side, you both greet eachother enthusiastically. You both show an equal amount of affection pretty much all the time, and are basically the reason why everyone sulks on Valentines Day.

- On each anniversary, he makes sure its nice just for the two of you. Going to a rich and romantic restaurant, boat riding like the two of you hold so dear, going to a karaoke with eachother, etc. Anything that you could name.

- If someone is mean to you, he defends you the best he can, resorting to slight anger at the person insulting you. He gets in front of you protectively and scolds the person, and then proceeds to drag you off away from the person-- even if the person got in his face, he wouldn't back of surprisingly. It was kind of the first time he did such things for literally anyone.

- "Fly Me To The Moon" is both of your favorite songs, since it was the very song that played during the wedding dance at your wedding. Anytime it plays, you two either sing along with it, or alow dance to it. Or maybe even both.

- You also found yourself trying to pull yourself back into sleep desperately as he rambles on about something. Or you stay up all night since you know he isn't going to keep quiet anytime soon.

- Also if your wondering, he most likely takes on the role of the wife in the relationship, but depending on your personality-- he can take on the role of the husband.

- Overall, childish as he can be-- he's a very good husband! 10/10.

Japan:

- You two met during a gathering between all the nations since that day, they didn't have anything in particular to do. If you are an introvert, you were probably just sitting by yourself doing nothing. But if you are an extrovert, you merely bumped into him while dancing.

- Your spontaneous meeting somehow sparked a conversation, and that was what sparked your relationship in the first place. Giving him your address, you two began to start talking with one another through letters similar to Italy.

- You two slowly developed feelings for one another, and you were the first to realize at all. So after trying to encourage yourself, you wrote a confession letter and sent it over over his place. And a few days later, the man showed up at your place with light pink blush on his cheeks.

- It was a very awkward conversation as soon as he entered the house, but eventually, he gave you his answer. He just came over since he felt actually seeing you and talking to you in person was more appropriate for something like this.

- And then, after a while of dating, Japan decided now was the perfect time to propose. So preparing a perfect place surrounded by cherry blossom trees just for the proposal, he invited you there and proposed right then and there. And of course, you said yes.

- If your on the more extroverted side, you usually take him out for your little nights or days out together. He only obliges because he loves you. But of course, if he isn't too comfortable with the idea, you decide to just stay in for the day/night.

- If your on the introverted side, the two of you just spend time in your house together, doing your own little romantic gestures for eachother. Kisses on the cheek as a morning greeting, him burying his face in the crook of your neck or head, doing activities together like arts and crafts, etc.

- If your extroverted, you usually greet him with more affection than he does you, usually giving him a kiss or a warm embrace to help him relax for the day. It's surprising that he let's you touch him at all, to be honest.

- If your introverted, he's usually the one to greet you, though it's more quietly. If your affectionate, you still might give more affection. But there's a rare possibility that every now and then he'll initiate affection. Like a hug from behind, either stroking your head or resting his head on it(maybe even muttering sweet nothings as he does so). Or holding hands.

- If you are picked on, he will defend you, but more respectfully or mature than Italy. He will most likely back the person into a corner with how logical his arguments are, and once he sees that they have nothing more to say, he would take you elsewhere.

- "Thats All Right" by Elvis Presley is your twos song. Because before you two got married, this was basically your favorite song to dance to, and occasionally he'd join in on your fun. (Japan also caught you dancing to it once all tap-dancer like, embarrassing you on accident)

- Your rest with him is fairly peaceful, you might wake up in the middle of the night sometimes-- but will quickly go back to sleep in his arms or right beside him since his very presence relaxes you. If your anything like Italy, he usually responds to you very quietly.

- He most likely takes on the husband role in the relationship, but if you are the more dominant one(not in a sexual way), he might take the role of the wife.

- 10/10, perfect spouse.

Germany:

- You two most likely met during a war between one another, he ended up capturing you due to his bosses orders, but the two of you surprisingly managed to actually get along. He warmed up to you, and you warmed up to him, and you two became friends.

- Seeing as you had nothing better to do, you began to visit him often. Prussia of course teased Germany for this relentlessly seeing as how much you came to visit.

- Over time, with how much you two began to see one another, you began to naturally pine over one another. And you-- being you, wanted to rip it off like a bandaid so you wouldn't have to deal with the anxiety of it all.

- So, on Valentines Day in particular, you went up to him and shoved a red rose in his face-- and to let him know that you didn't mean you loved him platonically, you said the famous line that he had once said to Italy: "Ich liebe dich."

- Trying to act calm with a face full of rose quartz pink, he cleared his throat, and accepted your confession. And thus, the two of you began to date, which led to more relentless teasing from Prussia. Like for example, "Vhat is it, Vest? Jou excited to see your girlfriend/boyfriend/partner?~" "Shut it, Prussia!"

- Germany doesn't seem like the type to propose, so you would most likely be the one to propose surprisingly. You wanted it to be a bit of a surprise, so you took him out on a fairly normal day-- and unexpectedly, you randomly bent down and held out a ring.

- With a sigh, he averted his eyes, and accepted.

- "You'll Never Know" by Renée Fleming is you twos song, since you two would often listen to it together once the war between you had went away. So when it comes on, you just sit their with an adoring smile, resting your head on his shoulder/head.

- If your extroverted, your usually the one taking him out to do stuff, though he usually takes you out to do things as well sometimes if he's feeling good enough. You love him tremendously, so you show him a lot of affection. While he does enjoy this, he acts like a big old tsundere anytime it happens.

- If your introverted, you two stay in together, and basically do whatever you want for the day. Watch TV, cuddle up on the couch together, etc. A perfect scenario for any introverts who don't wanna touch grass out there.

- If your picked on, he resorts to intimidation, which usually makes the person picking on you back off after a while. If that doesn't work, then he's willing to beat the hell out of them right in front of everyone for you.

- Your rest with him is fairly normal, but if your anything like Italy, he usually tries his best to get you or himself back to sleep so he doesn't have to listen to your 3 AM thoughts.

- He would most definitely take the role of the husband in the relationship, I don't see how he would take on the role of the wife, but maybe on rare occasions where he is not the dominant one in the relationship.

- 8/10, mostly because I tend to favor him less than the other members of the Axis, but also because he can be very difficult with communication sometimes.

#hetalia #japan x reader #aph japan #italy x reader #aph italy #germany x reader #aph germany

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mxlovinovargas · 2 years

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HOMBRE LOBO

Want—ever long in the ephemeral past and present and future—is one with the human condition, thus explored in these stories through thought, actions, and words that speak more than just a silly little craving. These are 12 stories of longing, restlessness, and desire. This is Hombre Lobo.

Prizefighter - [Denmark x f!Reader]

That Look You Give That Guy - [Switzerland x f!Reader]

Lilac Breeze - [Spain x f!Reader]

In My Dreams - [Italy x f!Reader]

Tremendous Dynamite - [Prussia x f!Reader]

The Longing - [Norway x f!Reader]

Fresh Blood - [Russia x f!Reader]

What's a Fella Gotta Do - [Romania x f!Reader]

My Timing Is off - [Germany x f!Reader]

All the Beautiful Things - [England x f!Reader]

Beginner's Luck - [Lithuania x f!Reader]

Ordinary Man - [Romano x f!Reader]

DISCLAIMER: These are strictly fictional one-shots. They have no basis nor do they reflect reality. These are not meant to be read as a foundation for your sexual, romantic, or platonic relationships. These are not a guide. They have dark content, dark themes, and dark outcomes. As the title says, "Werewolf", and it should be inferred no differently. Thank you.

#hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #nsft hetalia #germany x reader #denmark x reader #romano x reader #lithuania x reader #england x reader #russia x reader #norway x reader #romania x reader #prussia x reader #italy x reader #spain x reader #switzerland x reader #Cib Writes SPICY Fics

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brianlesshetaliawritings · 1 year

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hey guys. yknow whatd be funny?? if you pressed the little request button to this (new) sad virgin blog that probably cant write good hehafhahaehfuiafbu. what a loser amiright??

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #yandere hetalia #america x reader #canada x reader #russia x reader #hungary x reader #turkey x reader #china x reader #south korea x reader #italy x reader #france x reader #england x reader #yandere america #austria x reader #germany x reader #japan x reader

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tigretulipa · 2 months

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Capítulo 3

Antes de proceder, quería avisaros sobre que intento ir avisando por Instagram (TigreTulipa) y Bluesky (tigretulipa.bsky.social) de cualquier novedad o actualización sobre la historia. Antes tenía Twitter, pero como el señor ese se lo está cargando ya no sé dónde ir, así que me fui a la red social que conozco mejor después de esa TT-TT. Siento la tardanza, pensaba publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 antes de Navidad, pero no me dio tiempo porque los reescribí para cambiar algunas partes que no me terminaban de convencer. También he logrado sacarme el carnet de conducir tras mucho tiempo :’) Tenía la intención de publicar los capítulos 3 y 4 a la vez, pero he considerado que era mejor publicar por ahora el 3 y darme tiempo para arreglar el 4.

La mirada de _____ se encontraba perdida entre la multitud de la zona de embarque del aeropuerto mientras se distraía haciendo girar la maleta sobre sí misma. Visto que no tenía ni teléfono ni dinero, eso y ver las personas que iban de un lado a otro era lo más entretenido en aquel momento.

Aburrida, giró la cabeza hacia los ventanales que había a su derecha y se encontró con su reflejo, vestido con ropa que le había prestado Bélgica, sobre el cielo anochecido. Hacía rato que el sol se había llevado con él las tonalidades anaranjadas del atardecer para dar paso a los azulados oscuros y las estrellas de la noche, poco perceptibles por la contaminación lumínica de la ciudad.

Qué raro se le hacía referirse a alguien como país. Y qué raro se le hacía que un país tuviera cuerpo humano… Bueno, en cierta forma era más o menos como si fueran los representantes y presidentes de los territorios. Pero unos que eran prácticamente inmortales…

_____ volvió a mirar hacia la gente apretada en la pequeña tienda donde España había ido «un momento», según él, a comprar, pero desistió y puso la atención en sus pies al no lograr ver al español.

«Que sepas que a partir de ahora somos primos» le había dicho Antonio durante el trayecto hacia el aeropuerto. Según él, esa había sido la forma más rápida y fácil de darle unos apellidos nuevos y poder actuar como familiar si se daba el caso.

Eso le hizo recordar las palabras de Alemania.

_____ suspiró y apretó con un poco de fuerza su brazo derecho varias veces. Estaba nerviosa y, aunque Feliciano le había dicho que no la estaba regañando, se sentía culpable por estar allí y recibir su ayuda con la repercusión que-

—¡Ya estoy de vuelta! —anunció feliz España, con ambas manos ocupadas y una amplia sonrisa pegada a la cara—. Ay… —se quejó al sentarse—, uno no puede hacerse viejo —carcajeó, dirigiendo su vista hacia _____. Su rostro adquirió una expresión más seria, pero no dejó de sonreírle.

Casi podía ver cómo los engranajes de la mente de la joven giraban a mil por hora. Convivir con humanos durante tantos años le había permitido leerlos como si fueran un libro abierto.

La pobre chica le sonreía forzadamente, su mirada llena de confusión. Mañana hablaría con ella. Por entonces, con un movimiento rápido, la rodeó por la espalda con el brazo y la acercó a él a modo de abrazo.

—Sea lo que sea, no le des más vueltas al tarro, por el momento —le aconsejó—. Hoy, al llegar, directos a dormir. Mañana ya nos preocuparemos de lo que ronda por esta cabecita tuya —dijo usando el dedo índice para darle toquecitos suaves en la frente.

_____ tomó aire y lo soltó lentamente. Entendía lo que le sugería, pero no podía frenar la cadena de pensamientos. Era frustrante querer hacer algo pero no lograrlo.

Antonio parecía haberlo entendido y le volvió a sonreír, apenado.

—Te prometo que encontraremos la manera de llevarte de vuelta a casa, a tu mundo —le aseguró apretándole ligeramente el hombro con la mano.

La honestidad que había en las palabras de aquel hombre humedeció los ojos de la joven, pero se esforzó en retener las lágrimas para liberarlas en la intimidad y tranquilidad de su nuevo refugio en España. Ya solo le faltaba llorar delante de todos los que había por allí presentes.

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Afortunadamente, el vuelo fue tranquilo y apenas hubo turbulencias. Antonio se había pasado casi todo el viaje hablando, las pocas veces que permanecía callado era porque estaba ocupado bebiendo o comiendo. En otro momento le habría resultado abrumador lo que podía llegar a hablar, pero en ese momento _____ se sentía agradecida por no haber tenido oportunidad de retomar lo que su mente había dejado a medias. En algún momento se llegó a plantear si el español lo estaba haciendo adrede.

Tras bajar del avión, fueron a paso ligero a recoger el equipaje y tomar un taxi para llegar a casa de Antonio. Era entrada la madrugada y el cielo era totalmente oscuro, pero la luminosa ciudad no dormía: coches iban y venían por las calles y carreteas, la gente paseaba por las calles repletas de bares y otros locales llenos de vida y por las ventanas de varios edificios aún se podían ver luces encendidas. Poco a poco, fueron dejando atrás el bullicio del centro hasta llegar a una zona residencial más tranquila, donde el estruendo de las carreteras más cercanas quedaba ahogado por los árboles y bloques de pisos.

El taxista detuvo el vehículo delante de un bloque de apariencia bastante sencilla y _____ se bajó somnolienta del coche. A pesar de haber dormido hasta la tarde, el ajetreo del aeropuerto y el vuelo habían hecho que volviera a sentir sus párpados pesados. Temía quedarse dormida de pie si los cerraba ni que fuera unos segundos. Notaba que su cuerpo se iba relajando mientras contemplaba cómo el taxi se iba encogiendo a medida que se alejaba. Se sentía un poco más cerca de su hogar.

Con pasos pesados, Antonio y ella se dirigieron hacia el portal mientras Antonio rebuscaba en un bolsillo de su abrigo para sacar una gran cantidad de llaves que tintinearon cuando este intentaba dar con la correcta para abrir la puerta del edificio. Tras varios intentos fallidos, logró abrir la puerta chirriante. Era un edificio antiguo y por desgracia para sus pies agotados, no disponía de ascensor, así que tocaba subir por las escaleras de azulejos hidráulicos.

—No te preocupes, solo tenemos que subir tres plantas —le intentó animar Antonio.

La subida fue ardua y al llegar a la puerta del apartamento _____ luchó con todas sus fuerzas para no quedarse dormida en la entrada e intentó prestar atención a lo que Antonio le decía mientras le enseñaba rápidamente el lugar y le explicaba cómo funcionaban las cosas. Aparte de la cocina, tansolo se quedó con la ubicación del baño y del dormitorio de invitados, su habitación temporal. Y qué cómodo era el colchón cuando se dejó caer en él…

Mientras se ponía el pijama que le había prestado Antonio, se dedicó a examinar detenidamente su entorno: la tonalidad clara del parqué contrastaba con la madera oscura del armario y de la cama de matrimonio de estilos más antiguos que, a su vez, desentonaban con el resto de muebles un poco más modernos y minimalistas. Por lo que recordaba haber visto, el resto del piso parecía seguir el mismo patrón de contrastes pero sin llegar a ser visualmente incómodo. Parecía que Antonio había intentado modernizar el interior de su casa, pero no se había atrevido a deshacerse de algunas antigüedades.

Unos golpes suaves en la puerta de la habitación hicieron que rápidamente pusiera su mirada sobre esa.

—¿Se puede? —preguntó el anfitrión.

—¡Sí, adelante!

La puerta se abrió poco a poco y Antonio sacó la cabeza para comprobar que todo estaba bien. Acto seguido la abrió por completo.

—Solo venía a comentarte un par de cosas antes de dejarte dormir. —_____ le asintió para que prosiguiera.

—Mañana-, bueno, hoy —se corrigió al recordar qué hora era—, tengo una reunión a media mañana. No tardaré demasiado, pero si tienes hambre o lo que sea, que no te dé cosa beber, comer o hacer lo que quieras mientras no estoy.

—¿Seguro?

—Sí, seguro —le clarificó Antonio—. A ver, mientras no me quemes la casa o algo por el estilo, puedes hacer lo que quieras —se rio el hombre—. Tú, como si estuvieras en tu casa, ¿vale? Si quieres ver la tele, miras la tele. Si quieres leer, lees… Tengo para pintar, tengo películas, tengo juegos, … Usa lo que quieras sin problema.

—Muchas gracias Antonio, eh… España —. El hombre volvió a reír.

—Antonio está bien, no te preocupes. Casi que lo prefiero —confesó tímidamente—. Me hace sentir más… humano, por así decirlo.

—Pues Antonio entonces —le sonrió _____.

—Gracias. —La sonrisa del hombre parecía aún más sincera que todas las que le había dirigido anteriormente—. Espero que duermas bien. ¡Buenas noches! —le deseó antes de cerrar la puerta por completo.

De hecho, sí durmió bien. Se despertó cerca de ocho horas más tarde, aun con la esperanza de haber amanecido en su cama, en su mundo. Pero la realidad era decepcionante. A veces sentía que estaba dentro de un sueño muy largo y que todo a su alrededor era producto de su mente, como cuando algunas veces había sido consciente de que estaba soñando. Otras, tomaba consciencia de la realidad de su situación y sentía miedo y frustración: miedo porque todo era real y su vida se vería severamente afectada por algo que no había podido controlar y se escapaba de sus manos, y frustrada porque tenía que seguir adelante con su vida, un camino que no había elegido, pero que no le quedaba más remedio que seguir.

Estos sentimientos iban siempre acompañados por un sentimiento de culpa por no apreciar lo que los demás estaban haciendo por ella, por sentir que no apreciaba suficientemente la ayuda que estaba recibiendo. Realmente estaba muy agradecida y sabía lo afortunada que era. Pero no podía evitar sentirse contrariada.

Sintió la caricia suave de las sábanas cuando estiró su cuerpo antes de levantarse a subir con cuidado la persiana para dejar entrar la luz de la mañana. El cielo estaba completamente despejado y se podían apreciar sus bellos azules. _____ abrió la ventada para dejar entrar el aire fresco y ventilar la cama antes de hacerla. Entretanto, eligió su vestuario para el día: algo cómodo para estar en casa, tampoco tenía la intención de salir, y salió hacia el cuarto de baño que había justo al lado para acicalarse y estar presentable.

Al salir del dormitorio, oyó un alegre tarareo amortiguado y el sonido de algo cocinándose en una sartén proveniente de la cocina. El ambiente agradable de esa mañana le sacó una pequeña sonrisa y, soltando un suave suspiro, se puso en marcha. Al entrar al baño, vio que Antonio había tenido la amabilidad de dejarle preparados varios utensilios de higiene personal en una cestita de mimbre con una nota que indicaba que, en efecto, eran para ella.

—¡Buenos días y muchas gracias, Antonio! —le agradeció la muchacha al sacar la cabeza por la puerta de la cocina abierta.

El hombre, que estaba hincando el diente a un crujiente bocadillo de lomo aderezado, casi seguro por el olor que desprendía, con ajo y perejil, asintió con la cabeza mientras se cubría la boca para terminar de masticar y balbucear un «no hay de qué» antes de tragar.

—¡Buenos días! —le deseó antes de beber de la graciosa taza de plástico que tenía a su derecha. El asa morada tenía una extraña forma: eran como varios bultos pegados el uno al otro. El color morado predominaba en todo el objeto, con uno de los lados pintado de amarillo y naranja y un “Ferki” escrito en negro sobre el naranja.

Antonio, sintiéndose muy observado, miró de reojo a _____ e intentó descubrir hacia dónde iba su mirada. ¿Alguna mancha que no había visto? Ay, qué vergüenza si tenía restos del bocadillo en la cara… Pero, afortunadamente para su orgullo, era la taza lo que había captado su atención.

El hombre se rio bobamente y, por unos segundos, la joven recordó a Feliciano y pensó que la risa del italiano era más dulce. Avergonzada por dichos pensamientos, intentó deshacerse de ellos tan rápido como habían surgido. ¿Qué estaba haciendo?

—Me gusta coleccionar estas cosas —le confesó el español volteando ligeramente la taza mientras la observaba también—, antiguallas. Aunque puede que esto no cuente como una… Pero el mundo ha cambiado tanto en tan poco… —se lamentó y volvió a sorber de su bebida.

La fragancia dulce del líquido encandiló la nariz de la joven, quien se aproximó tímidamente a la mesa para ver qué era.

—Es Cola Cao. ¿Quieres? —le preguntó Antonio— Aún queda algo en el bote.

—¿Puedo?

—¡Sí, claro, mujer! —le afirmó él, sorprendido por la pregunta—. Espera —le pidió para poder terminarse la bebida.

Acto seguido, se levantó y se llevó de la mesa el plato y la taza para lavarlos en el fregadero y, tras ponerlos a secar, abrió uno de los armarios del gabinete y sacó dicho bote para darlo a _____.

—Y recuerda —le avisó levantando el dedo índice—: Come y bebe lo que quieras y cuanto quieras, mira la tele si te apetece, pinta si quieres también. Lo que te dije antes de ir a dormir. No quiero volver y encontrarte medio p’allá en el suelo, ¿vale?

—¿Seguro? —volvió a cuestionar la joven, aún sin creerse las palabras del hombre.

—Criatura de mi vida, ¿pero por quién me tomas? —insistió con voz dramática Antonio mientras sujetaba suavemente la cabeza de la muchacha con ambas manos— No tengo la costumbre de hacer que mis invitados pasen hambre y tú no vas a ser la primera —aclaró dándole un golpecito en la punta de la nariz.

Silencio.

—¿Y bien? —cuestionó Antonio alargando excesivamente la “e”. Intuía lo que se venía.

—Es que… Me sabe mal —insistió ansiosa _____.

—Pues que no te sepa —contestó divertido por la situación—. Y antes de que digas nada más, ¿tú qué harías en mi situación? —dijo cruzándose de brazos.

—Ofrecerte comida —contestó apenas audible.

—Pues eso —rio Antonio—. Que no te sepa mal, de verdad —reiteró el español—. Y si ves que falta algo, lo puedes anotar en la libreta que hay justo al lado del microondas, ¿de acuerdo?

_____ asintió con la cabeza.

—¡Perfecto pues! —se giró de repente para agarrar la cartera que colgaba de la silla—. Me voy que llegaré tarde. Si pasa cualquier cosa —añadió antes de salir pitando por la puerta y rebuscó en el bolsillo de su camisa blanca para sacar un papel en el que anotó rápidamente un número largo—, llámame usando el fijo, ¿vale?

—Todo claro, jefe —respondió sonriente y con voz firme. Antonio se rio de nuevo.

—¡Pues hasta luego! —se despidió—. ¡Llegaré antes de comer así que si te apetece podemos comer fuera! ¡Adiós!

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El tictac del reloj de péndulo que colgaba de la pared del salón y la respiración reposada de _____ eran los únicos sonidos perceptibles en esa pacífica mañana. Hacía un buen rato que había terminado de desayunar lo que había ido encontrando en la cocina y ahora estaba tumbada, aburrida en el sofá, contemplando el techo blanco.

Había estado mirando la tele mientras comía y al poco rato la apagó porque no encontraba ningún canal interesante y no tenía ganas de leer por el momento. Su cerebro le exigía entretenimiento, pero se sentía perezosa y nada despertaba realmente sus ganas de hacer algo.

Tal vez si le daba un poco el aire se le aclararía la mente. Uf, qué palo le daba levantarse… Pero, venga, que si no se pasaría todo el día allí tumbada sin hacer absolutamente nada.

Cuando abrió la puerta del balcón, el aire fresco de la calle acarició sus mejillas, aunque ya no se sentía tan frío como el de inicios de primavera. El caluroso verano se iba acercando y _____ no podía evitar dudar si lograría sobrevivir a las elevadas temperaturas de ese año viendo lo mal que lo había pasado el anterior. No era precisamente agradable recordar levantarse a las seis de la mañana empapada de sudor por el calor.

Apartando esos horribles recuerdos de verano, tomó asiento en una silla que había por allí fuera y se dejó caer en ella. Entre los espacios de la baranda observaba cómo se desarrollaba la vida en las calles del barrio: algunos paseaban perros, otros hacían deporte, algún que otro coche pasaba y rompía la tranquilidad de la calle, … La gente seguía con sus vidas, ignorantes de su situación, disfrutando de su lunes…

Con la tontería hacía casi tres días que había empezado todo. ¿Le habría llamado alguien en ese tiempo? ¿Su familia y amigos estarían preocupados por ella? ¿Y sus vecinos? Si tardaba demasiado en regresar, si seguían pasando los días así de rápido y aún estaba atrapada allí, seguramente alguien se preocuparía por ella. ¿Y si tardaba tanto que no llegaba a tiempo para pagar las facturas y el alquiler? ¿Y sus plantas? ¿Y su casa?

Fue entonces que comprendió la gravedad de su situación y todas sus dudas y temores se yuxtaponían en su cabeza.

Si lograba regresar, si lo lograba, ¿qué sería de ella? ¿Cómo justificaría su ausencia? ¿Qué haría con los impagos? ¿Y si no regresaba? ¿Con qué dinero pagaría las cosas y les devolvería los favores que le estaban haciendo? No podía vivir en casa de Antonio de gorra toda su vida, tendría que encontrar un trabajo allí, con lo difícil que ya era en su mundo. ¿Y sus seres queridos? ¿Ya no los vería más? Ni siquiera se había podido despedir de ellos.

Con torpeza y con las manos temblorosas apretadas sobre su frente, entró corriendo al salón. Las lágrimas brotaban sin parar de sus ojos, que buscaban nerviosos el frigorífico.

—Un limón, un limón —repetía con voz trémula mientras rebuscaba en los estantes del electrodoméstico. Recordaba haber oído decir que lamer una rodaja de limón ayudaba a distraer la mente en situaciones así. Por suerte, había medio limón en un rincón y se lo llevó directo a la boca, succionando el líquido ácido al mismo tiempo que intentaba rectificar su respiración agitada. La ansiedad no se la quitaba, pero por lo menos le había servido para calmarse un poco.

Una vez el sabor se volvió insoportable, retiró la fruta de sus labios, se pasó la mano por la cara para retirar el jugo que goteaba de su mentón y se fue al baño a remojarse la cara y limpiarse las lágrimas.

Cuando terminó de secarse el rostro, al levantar la mirada hacia el espejo, se encontró su reflejo desmejorado: tenía la frente, la nariz y las mejillas rojas por la presión de la sangre, los ojos vidriosos e hinchados y los labios, aún temblorosos, no tenían mejor aspecto.

_____ se pasó una mano por la frente y la deslizó hacia la nuca, soltando un suspiro entrecortado. Su mente cansada estaba en blanco y solo sentía desesperación. E impotencia, mucha impotencia.

«Una libreta».

A lo mejor anotando todo lo que le pasaba por la cabeza le ayudaría a ver las cosas con más claridad.

Echó un último vistazo a su reflejo decaído y se fue con pasos pesados hacia la cocina para proyectar su mente frenética en el papel de la pequeña libreta del microondas. Miles de imágenes y pensamientos sofocaban la joven llorosa. No sabía cómo gestionar todo aquello, era demasiado. Se sentía enjaulada. Por mucho que escribiera en el papel empapado por las lágrimas derramadas, nada se ordenaba, nada se resolvía, solo aparecían nuevos problemas.

Le dolía la cara y sentía el corazón punzado.

Estaba tan sumida en su torbellino mental que no se dio cuenta de la llegada de su anfitrión, quien la halló resoplando con una mano sujetando con desespero su frente, mirando fijamente la mesa. El español no tardó en descifrar qué estaba pasando.

Apenado, se acercó a la chica y, con voz suave, volvió a proferir un saludo para anunciar su presencia, apoyando gentilmente su mano en el hombro de _____. La muchacha se sobresaltó por el contacto inesperado y volteó todo su cuerpo para ver de quién se trataba.

Antonio se encontró con el rostro enrojecido y lagrimoso de _____, que cambió la expresión de susto por una de sorpresa. Se sentía avergonzada de haber sido descubierta en ese estado.

—Ay, cariño… —se lamentó Antonio— ¿Necesitas un abrazo?

_____ asintió, enjugando las lágrimas derramadas.

—Ven aquí —dijo acercando la muchacha hacia él para estrecharla contra su pecho mientras le acariciaba con cariño la cabeza.

El confort del abrazo despertó algo en la joven, como una llave abriendo un cerrojo, y liberó el llanto desconsolado que había intentado reprimir todo ese tiempo. Antonio permaneció en silencio, meciéndola con delicadeza y ofreciéndole pañuelos para que se sonase la nariz.

Poco a poco, _____ se iba calmando, recuperando el ritmo normal de su respiración. La tempestad que esos pensamientos habían provocado había aminorado, pero le dolía un montón la cabeza.

—Pe- —jadeó la joven— Perdona… —suspiró—. Por todo esto… —se disculpó un poco avergonzada por lo sucedido.

—No me pidas perdón por esto —le dijo él, finalizando el abrazo—. Tú, saca lo que lleves dentro. No es bueno guardárselo —le sonrió—. Si necesitas llorar, llora sin problema.

—Gracias… —le sonrió ella— Por todo. —Antonio se rio.

—Para eso estamos, mujer —declaró dándole un golpe suave en la espalda, a modo de ánimo. Pero la cara de Antonio adoptó una expresión más seria—. Si quieres hablar del tema… —le invitó— ¡No tiene que ser ahora, claro! —clarificó rápidamente.

La joven bajó la mirada hacia el suelo, con expresión seria, y consideró la oferta de Antonio. Por un lado, no quería bombardearle con más cosas. Pero, por otro, ya había llorado sus penas delante de él, era una de las pocas personas en las que podía confiar en su situación y ya se había mostrado abierto a escucharla.

—Puede ser ahora —decidió levantando la vista nuevamente.

—Sentémonos entonces —ofreció él, señalando con su mano el sofá del salón-comedor.

Ambos se dejaron caer en él.

—Cuando quieras —indicó Antonio prestándole toda atención.

_____ tomó aire.

—Bueno, a demás de lo que ya sabes —empezó—, es básicamente todo lo otro. —Los labios le volvían a temblar—. Es… qué voy a hacer con mi vida, ¿sabes...? —dijo ahogando un sollozo—. ¿Cómo sigo con mi vida? ¿Qué hago si vuelvo mucho más tarde y ya no tengo a donde ir? ¿Qué les cuento a los míos? —jadeó.

El español solo podía escuchar en silencio mientras la miraba con ojos vidriosos.

—Luego —prosiguió la joven con voz temblorosa—, me decís que me vais a ayudar, pero ¿por qué? —le replicó aún sin comprender a qué se debía esa actitud tan servicial de las naciones—. ¿Por qué os molestáis tanto por alguien que no conocéis? No sabéis quién soy, ni siquiera soy realmente de aquí. ¡No tenéis…! —Bajó el tono— No tenéis ningún tipo de compromiso conmigo… —suspiró y se pasó una mano por la cara.

Antonio le tomó la mano y posó la suya encima para reconfortarla.

—Es que, no quiero ser un lastre para vosotros —admitió con voz apocada—. Ya tenéis vuestros problemas. Sois encarnaciones de naciones, ¡per l’amor de Déu! —No quería ni imaginarse lo que debía ser tener que soportar todo lo que ocurre en el mundo sin poder intervenir demasiado en eso, como le habían contado en la reunión—. Si no logro regresar, o si tardo mucho en hacerlo, ¿qué será de mí en esta Tierra que no es la mía?

¿Qué sería de esa vida a la que dedicó tanto esfuerzo?

España retiró la mano de la de la joven y se apoyó completamente en el respaldo del sofá, soltando un profundo suspiro mientras miraba pensativo el techo.

—Para ser honesto, me es difícil responder tus dudas —confesó apenado, volviendo su mirada hacia _____—. Lo que sí te puedo prometer —añadió girándose sobre el sofá para mirarla de frente—, es que si te quedas aquí, me aseguraré de que puedas llevar una vida más o menos normal, encuentres un trabajo y puedas seguir con tu vida aquí. —El tono y la expresión del hombre eran serios.

La muchacha le miraba atenta, conmovida por sus declaraciones.

—En cuanto a por qué nos tomamos tantas molestias… —prosiguió el español— Sinceramente, ojalá lo pudiera hacer con todos los que viven aquí, pero me temo que no soy nada más que un… humano, que digamos, que existe porque también lo hace el país. Más allá de esto, no tengo ninguna habilidad especial, solo años de experiencia y una libertad limitada... Lo mismo se aplica al resto de los nuestros. —Su mirada se volvió algo oscura—. No podemos levantar sospechas, tampoco podemos dejar que quienes no deben sepan de nuestra existencia… Es… Es algo complicado. Vivir así, es duro… No poder hacer nada…

Ahora era el turno de _____ para posar su mano sobre el hombro de Antonio, quien la miraba con esos cálidos ojos verdes vidriosos por las lágrimas que amenazaban con salir.

—Al verte en esa situación, cuando Italia me pidió el favor… Quise ser de ayuda. Me sentí un poco rebelde, pero no hay nada más en este mundo que me haga tan feliz como ver a mi gente ser contenta con sus vidas —reveló la nación—. Sueño… Sueño con que algún día pueda sentir a todos felices, que améis tanto como yo os amo… Escuchar vuestras risas alegres... —declaró emocionado— Es un sentimiento que compartimos todos…

—Antonio-

—¡Pero no va de nosotros ahora! —le interrumpió, rompiendo el ambiente apesadumbrado que se había formado. Se frotó los ojos y se levantó ágil del sofá—. Va de ti —recalcó ofreciendo su mano para ayudarla a levantarse.

_____ no quiso insistir. Por cómo había reaccionado, parecía que Antonio no quería seguir hablando de ello. Así que le sonrió agradecida y tomó su mano. Sentía el pecho más ligero tras haber sacado lo que llevaba dentro.

—¡Venga, salgamos a comer fuera! —le invitó el alegre español— Así nos dará el aire a los dos, que nos conviene —sugirió formando una sonrisa genuina en sus labios.

—Eh… ¿Podemos esperar un momento a que se me deshinche un poco la cara? —solicitó la joven señalando sus ojos aún bastante hinchados. Antonio carcajeó.

—¡Faltaría más!

Dejo aquí la traducción de la expresión para no cortar el momento y porque es prácticamente igual que en español: Per l’amor de Déu: Por el amor de Dios.

Capítulo 2 🐞 Capítulo 4

🧾Masterlist

#hetalia #hetalia x reader #hetalia x you #italy x reader #north italy x reader #feliciano x reader #feliciano vargas #x reader #reader insert #female reader #afab reader #sogni d'oro

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omg can i request hcs of nyo italy with a "just some guy" sort of reader (reader can be gender neutral though). like the reader isn't rlly a loser but just not the person you'd initially think she'd go for

nyo!italy with a “just some guy” type of s/o

notes/warnings: SFW, reader is gender neutral but described as the “just some guy” meme. nyo! s. italy is referred to as lovina and nyo! n. italy as felicia. thanks for the request! reblogs are appreciated ^_^

lovina, for one, has no idea what her sister sees in you at first, but one things for sure; felicia is head over heels for you.

whether you’re a human or a more minor nation, even a micro nation, felicia doesn’t care about things like that!! you may seem like a normal, average person, but she finds herself clinging to you anyways. she never gets bored of you, really — she’ll even carry conversation happily!

even if you’re not a guy, the point is that you seem like an overall regular person, and felicia… is, well, felicia. her friends can’t help but wonder what on earth you two even have in common.

honestly, even if you don’t have much in common at first, felicia is the kinda person that loves to explore! she’s more than down to invest into your interests. she’ll play games with you (she likes mario cart and gets quite competitive), she’ll HAPPILY nap with you basically any time, accompany you for errands (and she’ll only get a bit distracted and lead you guys down a whole new path a few times!), anything, really!

but, on that same note, she’s bound to spice up your life too. she’ll ask you to attend parties, events, beautiful trips and wine tasting, etc! at those places, people still might be confused onto why such an outgoing and radiant woman is with. well, just some guy kinda person, but shes sosososo clearly infatuated with you that people will often see that, and shrug it off with a smile. things like that don’t matter when you’re in love

#hetalia fanfiction #hetalia x reader #hetalia fandom #hetalia shitpost #hetalia hc #hetalia headcanons #aph hetalia #hetalia #hetalia x you #nyo italy #nyotalia #nyo italy x reader #aph italy #aph italy x reader #italy x reader #my work

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sardonic-the-writer · 2 years

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Romano and Italy (separately) with an s/o who paints murals for them

ROMANO

He honestly drops his whole smug act when he sees them. It totally in awe, can't belive he landed someone like you that cares for him that much.

Romano never valued himself that much, but seeing you do something like this-

I don't know. It just made him want to hug you and never let go <3

ITALY

Is bouncing around on the walls, trying to grab it frantically, speeding around to show the other countries-

He's so excited!!!! This is better than, dare I say, spaghetti!!!!!!!!

#romano x reader #romano #1p hetalia #italy #1p italy #italy x reader #1p romano #hetalia #1p hetalia x reader #hetalia x reader #diegotalia

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worldheadcanons · 1 year

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☆ vamptalia: gifting them a personal portrait!

starring. . . gender neutral, painter!reader and france + north italy.

author notes; vampire au!hetalia = vamptalia… i feel like a genius for thinking of that. feel free comment any other characters or monster types you’d like to see, i love writing for this sort of stuff.

francis bonnefoy!

— you’ve overheard your beloved complain many times about not seeing his own reflection. it’s lighthearted for the most part, but every now and then you can hear some pain in his voice. the only image francis has of himself is a foggy picture eroded by time. in other words, he relies solely on memory. after so many years on this earth, all he really remembers is his hair and eye color. he knows nothing of the little things that make up the big picture of his face. the highs and lows, the nooks and crannies— every special detail that you’ve come to grow fond of. they’re all long forgotten by him.

— it was… hard.. working on this gift. okay, hard was an understatement. it was close to impossible. you couldn’t take a picture and save it for later, so you had to have him sit still for you. in order to keep your gift a surprise, you told him that you needed a model for a difficult pose. he agreed and was eager to help you out. even so… francis was hard to deceive. there were many times during the painting process where he tried to peek at the picture. he’d ask a question, pretending to be concerned about the pose in order to lure you away from your work. you quickly learned that bonnefoy was a verypersuasive man. almost too persuasive. fortunately, you had managed to tough it out.

— finally, after weeks of slaving away, your work had paid off. you brought the finished painting to his home, grinning from ear to ear. he asked you what the fuss was about but you just ignored his questions and sat him down. then, you pulled back the covers and revealed the fruits of your labor. “ta-da! what do you think?”

— “it’s…. gorgeous.”

— it was a painting of him, which was wonderful in and of itself. however, what francis really enjoyed about the painting was that you had painted it. he was essentially seeing himself through your eyes. he was almost thrown off at how handsome you had made him... does he really look that good? he almost felt giddy. after a moment or two of initial shock he stood up and came close to the painting, wishing to inspect it further. he lifted his hand almost as if he wanted to touch it, to caress his own face.

— the look on his face was that of complete and utter gratefulness. a tear or two streamed down his face, which would be concerning had you not seen the huge smile plastered on his face. they were tears of joy. bonnefoy’s voice was quiet. more gentle than weak. “i love it… i can’t thank you enough, *mon chéri.. ah, how will i ever show my gratitude for this.”

— you were quick to come to his side, pressing your lips to his cheek for a quick kiss. “it’s nothing, really. how about we hang it up? a handsome face like that deserves to be seen by the world. or at least, by the two of us.”

— he wiped his eyes and chuckled but he didn’t make an effort to disagree. francis really wouldn’t mind having his portrait hung up somewhere.. but then again, it just might be better having it here. a private beauty, viewed only by those important to him.

feliciano vargas!

— it didn’t take long for you to realize something was off about feliciano. as the two of you grew closer and you entered a relationship, he revealed to you that he was a vampire. this revelation lead to a discussion, and from this discussion you learned many things. for example, one thing you learned is that vargas hasn’t been a vampire for too long. maybe a century or so, give or take. he explained that he tried his best to keep up with current trends and ideas— for the most part, he was doing good at being modern. another fact is that, due to him being a vampire for around a century, feliciano hasn’t seen himself in a long while. even so, he remembers what he looks like pretty well.

— after that talk, things continued on smoothly. your relationship had its ups and downs just like any other. anyways, fast forward to now. you had decided that as an anniversary gift, you would paint feliciano a personal portrait. painting was one of your favorite hobbies. you knew that you could do great at painting him. plus, he was fond of the arts, so you were certain that he’d really appreciate it. he’d look at it and remember his own beauty. and of course, he’d remember the person who painted it, that person being you. it was perfect!

— it wasn’t too hard to hide the gift from him. he was more than happy to model for you without asking a lot of questions. vargas was a simple man. he was too busy enjoying the fact that he got to spend any sort of time with you to interrogate you. the painting itself wasn’t too complicated, just a picture of him with a nice brown background. you tried to make it like those royal portraits. feliciano would get a kick out of that.

— he seemed to enjoy the beach a lot, so that was where you revealed your painting to him. you waited until it was the evening before bringing him out to the nearest beach. any sunlight would ruin the mood so you made sure it was after sunset. vargas wanted to play in the water so you pulled the painting out of your bag and set it up, leaving it on the sand with a white sheet covering it. after you two had your fun playing in the water, you decided to give him his anniversary gift. you pulled the sheet off the painting for a dramatic reveal. the portrait seemed to be enhanced by the light of the moon, something that you hadn’t expected but benefited from nonetheless. everything about the big unveil was utterly.. glorious.

— you tried your best to gauge his response but it was hard to tell what exactly was on his mind. “so… what do you think?”

— one minute, radio silence. the next, he’s wrapping his arms around you. feliciano was a whirlwind of emotion. he pulled you into a hug so tight, you almost felt suffocated. almost. “*è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto..”

— you had no idea what he meant but you reveled in the sound of him speaking his mother tongue. after tightly embracing you, he started peppering you in kisses. your cheeks, your lips, your forehead.. even your neck. it was then that you truly knew this reaction was a positive one. this was the reaction of a man madly in love.. a man full of gratitude. a man who was simply overflowing with affection for his lover.. you were glad that lover was you. “i take it this means you like it?”

— vargas paused his flurry of kisses for a moment, facing you with a smile, “i love it. and i love you.”

— you grinned and leaned in to kiss his lips. that was all you really wanted to hear.

☆ TRANSLATIONS. — *”mon cheri” means my dear/my sweetheart. i used the masculine form because that’s more gender neutral. let me know if there’s a better phrase to use out there! — *”è perfetta! oh, mi piace così tanto.” should translate to “it’s perfect, oh i love it so much.”

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Germany, Italy, and Russia with a lovely s/o?? Like the s/o keeps hugging/kissing/cuddling them all the time 🙏

Ivan Braginsky, Ludwig Beilschmidt and Feliciano Vargas with Affectionate S/O

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Hey there Anon! This is so adorable and if I had to admit, this is the easiest ask I have received because some of them are difficult. Anyway, I feel like most of Hetalia's characters like having an affectionate S/O, especially the friendly extroverted characters such as Feliciano, Alfred, and Antonio. Anyway, I hope you like this headcanons!

Warning: None

Gender: Neutral

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Ivan Braginsky

In my opinion, even though Ivan has a tendency to be a little bit scary, especially around other countries or people, he would love to have a lovely S/O who likes to give him physical affection such as cuddles, kisses and hugs.

It was canon that he was alone during his childhood and he doesn't have any friends that he could rely on. Even if he relies on his sister, Belarus is too crazy and scary while Ukraine is too poor to support him fully.

Having you as his S/O especially if your love language is physical was like heaven to him. Even though he loves it, I can see him getting a little bit shy if you shower him with those kinds of affection but still loving it nonetheless.

When it was really cold at night and you were hugging him as the two of you sitting next to the fireplace. He would melt and hug you close when the relationship already got stable. He would most likely shower your forehead with kisses while hugging you.

When you are cuddling together and sharing intimate affection with each other, it would be easier for him to open up to you especially when the two of you are holding each other and enjoying the warmth of the fireplace and a cup of hot chocolate.

The two of you are going to tell each other stories that happened to you during that day, when you were working and when he was at the world meeting.

He doesn't mind PDA together with you and I know that fact that every time he brings you along to the world meeting. The countries often see you hugging him and kissing his face as he enjoys the affection that you gave to him.

Some countries were jealous that Russia has a lovely S/O like you but also they were scared of you if Ivan has hurt you before or forced you. With you convincing them that you love him for the way he is, they let the two of you alone

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During the storm of the snow, your eyes keep looking at the ticking grandpa clock and the door of the living room. As a good S/O, you already prepared nice and warm meals for your boyfriend and lately, Ivan was really busy because of the world meeting and he would look very down each time he goes home.

Once the longer clockwise hit the number of twelve the door was slammed open with Ivan standing in front of the door. Even though he was smiling, there was some dark colour underneath his eyes and his eyes were droopy as if it was going to close at any moment and his movement was very sluggish.

"Privet (Hello), Sunflower" He put the wooden briefcase away

"I made food for you, I know you are tired," you smile at him.

"Spasibo (Thank you), you don't have to do it, Sunflower" he shakes his head at you before putting his gigantic palm on top of your head.

"But I want to" you pout playfuly.

A smaller or bigger arms wrapped around his thick cream coat, giving him even more warmth than before. His eyes widened, surprised to see you hugging him with a smile adorning your face. His heart beat repeatedly, giving him a butterfly feeling before his lips stretched into the corner and hugged you back.

"ya lyublyu tebya (I love you), sunflower" he kisses the top of your head.

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Ludwig Beilschmidt

I don't want to be mean to him or you but I'm not going to lie, he is actually emotionally constipated or should I say he rather likes to internalize his emotion rather than showing it to the public. This is why it could be a little bit difficult if you are the typical very affectionate and sensitive person.

If you are hugging him, kissing him, cuddling him and showing all kinds of public displays of affection. He is going to be very embarrassed and ended up having a red tomato face.

However, if you want to show those kinds of affection to him. It is better inside of your house instead of doing it publicly. Although he thinks it's sweet for you to be lovely around him, he finds it's a little embarrassing so you had to be really patient.

If you are hugging him and you want him to hug you back, he would do it but his hug was rather stiff and awkward. You had to reassure him a lot because he's not really good at romance.

Ludwig would never admit it but he loves it when you were hugging him, rubbing his arms when he's stressed or kissing his cheeks. He really loves it but he doesn't really know how to respond to it and even if he responded, it would look really funny.

You had to teach him to be less stiff because I am very sure if he has an ability to respond to your affection, he would be really good at it and he would be the best bear hug giver.

Even though you two of you don't always cuddle while watching movies or baking. The two of you cherish that moment a lot because during that time, Ludwig also lower his guards around you and he became softer.

When that time comes, he would most likely telling you about his day in the meeting about how some countries were being immature and causing ruckus until the meeting ended up nothing.

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Sitting in the dining room in the afternoon, your eyes keep moving left and right repeatedly and watching the tallest man in your house moving around, grabbing ingredients or mixing the batters. Ludwig is more skilled than you when it comes to baking but you don't mind that, the two of you still enjoy your time together even though you didn't help that much.

Realizing you were just sitting there alone with no activity, Ludwig blinks before his eyes met yours "Liebe (Love), Could you come here and help me a little bit?" He asks.

"Sure, what do you need?" You walk up to him, standing next to him.

"Follow my lead, Liebling (dear)" he stands next to you.

Noticing there is a chance to get even closer to your German boyfriend. Your lips twitched a little bit before suddenly ducking down your head and slig inside the center of of Ludwig's both arms. Making him surprised with the sudden action, "L-liebe! (Love), vhat are you doing?" he asks.

"Nothing~" you kiss the tip of his nose before smiling cheekily and laughing at his reddening face.

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Feliciano Vargas

If you watch Hetalia, you know how emotional and affectionate he is especially when he was around his team Kiku, Ludwig and his brother Romano even though Lovino always tries to push him away repeatedly.

Two affectionate people together and you are a lovely and affectionate type of person? The two of you are basically a match made in heaven as the two of you love each other very much.

I can see the two of you are cuddling together and then throwing each other compliments as if the two of you are competing who can make the other one blushes hard.

He loves it when you rub his head and he would snuggle his head at your hand but you need to be careful with his curl because it is very sensitive for him.

You probably don't even need to ask him for kisses or hugs. He would almost do those kinds of things every day, especially at night before going to sleep.

During the cuddle, it would most likely he would be the big spoon and engulf you in his arms but sometimes he doesn't mind becoming a smaller spoon when he feels down. Especially if one of the countries upsets him.

Feliciano would be very giggly if you shower his face with kisses and then try to stop you as he tries to do the payback of showering your face with kisses and sometimes he would also tickle you just to see you laughing.

If you like to shower him with compliments, he would smile and act like it was nothing but if you notice the redness of his ears. He was actually getting a little bit shy even though he loves it

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The sound of the door slamming open and shoes hitting against the floor alarmed the brunette Italian who are running up to you with a frown. If you're curious, it wasn't him who are actually sad but rather it was you who are in a foul mood because of your jerk manager throwing all of your hard work away so easily.

"Bambina/Bambino. What happened? Did something happen to you in your workplace?" Feliciano asks.

"......Yeah" You whisper as you plopped down on the couch.

Feliciano was silent for a moment before he has an idea to cheer you up. Zooming away, the Italian boy came back with a blanket and a cup of hot chocolate for you with a smile on his face, "Mio amato/Mia amata (My beloved)! I made you hot chocolate!" He plops down next to you and put the cups on the table.

You couldn't help but smile before immediately hugging your boyfriend and snuggling in the crook of his neck, earning a little giggle from him, "Thank you so much, Feli. You're the best," you mumble but still loud enough for him to hear it.

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