Hetalia-Fanfictions

You couldn't believe what you were doing right now in the middle of night, sitting in the couch with a drink of ___________ in your hand while ear-piercing music played in the flashy-colored room. You wondered why you were here in the first place and watched as Alfred ran around the room with some huge black hat in his hand, but what caught your attention was that he was sneaking around all assasin-like, pick-pocketing all the others you knew around the party. You smirked a little, placed your drink on the coffee table and quietly went over to Alfred's side who was about to take from a sleeping Ivan his half-filled vodka bottle. When he got

 I sighed, knowing that since I was in this predicament I would just have to make the best of it. After a moment of thought, I sighed again and recited my chosen number. “I pick. . .four.” A sweet, high-pitched cheer was let out by someone in the group, and I smiled when I recognized the voice. I turned around to see my adorable Italian friend hop out of the group toward me. He took both my hands in his and beamed at me. “This is great! I get to go on a date with sorella!” We both blinked after he said that. He chuckled. “Well, you can’t be sorella if I go on a date with you.” I giggled. &ldqu

 “Hey, _____!” I looked up from my book to see my friends, Gilbert, Francis, and Antonio, standing by my table. I had been invited to one of their parties, but, not being a fan of crowds, I had just settled with sitting in a back corner and reading my book. I wasn’t one for reading, but I would gladly pick up a book that held my interest. “Yeah?” I answered back. “What are you doing back here?” said Francis. “Ja,” added Gilbert. “The party’s almost over, und you haven’t done anything except read that stupid book.” “It’s not stupid!” I said

 “_____, I can’t sleep.” “I’m sorry.” “I can’t sleep, _____.” “I’m sorry, sugar. What do you want me to do about it?” Feliciano sat up in the king-size bed that we––along with Kiku and Ludwig––were sharing. He was sitting in a “thinker” pose on the left end, I was beside him waiting for his reply, Ludwig was grumbling beside me, and Kiku was sleeping peacefully on the right end. We all decided to share a room (and a bed) on account of the Bad Touch Trio and Alfred throwing a massive Christmas party in Ludwig and Gil’s hous

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Chapter Six: The Ring “See you guys later,” said _____ as she picked up her packed suitcase. Arthur smiled and opened the door for her. “See ya’, _____.” Alfred gave her a quick hug before she walked out. She stepped onto the sidewalk in front of the house and walked down to the house directly to the right. She hopped up the front steps and knocked on the door, readjusting her grip on her suitcase. The door swung open to a very happy Feliciano, who smiled at _____. “Buongiorno, bella! How are you this morning?” _____, to her surprise, smiled back. “I’m good. You?” “Wo

Chapter Ten: Hurt _____ grinned as she closed the front door behind her. “Yo, guys! I’m back!” The house looked to be empty, but _____ knew that at least one person was here because the door was unlocked. She walked into the vacant living room and sat down on one of the two couches. Maybe they’re all out somewhere, she thought. “Couldn’t stay away, huh, Fräu?” She looked up to see Gilbert leaning on the wall near her. She stood up, smirking at the albino. “Miss me, Herr Awesome?” He smirked back. “C’mere, you.” He grabbed her sleeve and hugged her tightly. He

 Mathias sighed gruffly as he dug through his pocket for his key. He extracted the key when he finally found it, and unlocked the front door to his apartment. “_____, I’m home,” he said, but stopped himself when he realized that he was entering an empty room. Empty. That’s how he felt for the past several weeks now. He wanted her back. The love of his life. The only person he had ever truly cared for––and had cared for him in return. He wanted her to greet him when he came home, to smile and kiss him as sweetly as she had before. But she never would again. Mathias sighed again and closed the door

Home America, England, and Sealand x Abused!Child!Reader “Excuse me?” “I believe you heard me just fine,” said the man. “I’m here to take _____ back with me.” Arthur’s thick brows furrowed, and he placed his hand on _____. He could feel her shaking under his fingertips. He pushed her further behind him. “I don’t think so.” The man raised an eyebrow, but after a moment longer, he turned and walked away. He stopped when he was halfway across the yard, and looked back at Arthur. “I’m getting her back,” he said matter-of-factly. “Just wait and see.&r