Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Hey guys! For some strange reason I had a sudden impulse to start a new story and this one is on Hetalia. Don't ask me why, it just happened. Plus I sort of had this idea in my head for a while and wanted to try out reader stories where you place the reader into the story frame. Since I would have created an OC anyways I figured this would be more fun! And I'm going to try writing in a second person narrative. Mainly in this story I'm just placing you into the story frame. I'll be making up a background and everything for the main character, aka you, so if you want me to try different things go ahead and comment me! I'd love to hear your ideas and what you'd like to see
This is mainly a RussiaXReader story set in a made up future or the present. However you'd like to think about the timeframe I don't care ^^, but, at least in the beginning, you will be spending most of your time with America. You come from America, but where is a different question which I probably won't answer. I'll be using female nouns for the main character, aka reader, but if you're a guy reading this story you can fill in the words in whichever way you'd like. Since our language uses male and female nouns I'll just stick to the female nouns for you. You will have a family and friends, but their names and who they are is still up for debate right now. So if you have ideas of what you want to see go ahead and comment ^^ And there's a reason why Russia slowly becomes appealing and that'll be revealed in later chapters. Now I hope you guys are excited for this story as I am. ENJOY!
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A tired sigh escaped your lips as you walked down the hallway, a black briefcase in one hand while you fumbled around with a stack of papers in the other. "I should have planned this better," you snorted in disgust, pulling a small business card from your back pocket to look at the writing. RM G148, on level G. That was your destination. It had been a long flight into this new country. You were here on business, a new job your boss had assigned you since you finished your last one magnificently. Yet, after traveling for hours barely without any sleep and starting work right when you walked into your hotel wasn't a picnic. On top of that you were late, late! Your hair was still wet, pulled back in a ponytail as your bangs flopped to and fro in front of your eyes. The only time you had was the change your clothes into something clearer and more presentable, but you didn't have time to put on any makeup or even put on jewelry. You looked down at your watch for the time, realizing you had forgotten your silver watch on the nightstand at your hotel. "Damn it!" you cursed under your breath, dashing for the elevator and seeing that it had an 'Out of Order' sign. Your head shot up and down, trying to find another way to get to the level G. Seeing a stairway you dashed for the door, eventually freeing a hand and opening the door before running as fast as you can up the stairs.
"Why couldn't I get an earlier flight?!" you snarled under your breath, but you knew why you didn't. You wanted to stay home till the last possible moment. It was one of the only times you were ever home to see your family and you wanted to enjoy short your vacation before you were given another assignment. You spent so much time on your career that you didn't have time to stay home and visit your parents, your family, your friends and everyone else. Your best friend in the whole world demanded that you make time to stay in town, so you did and was able to relax even with the overwhelming dilemmas of your job. It was one of the best times to stay in town too. You had grown up in a small town, the closest city two hours drive away. People from the city would take the time to travel to your little town for vacation, but this time you had visited to see your family and friends. The seasons had begun to change from summer to winter, colors changing and leaves falling from the treetops. You had helped your family gather the fruits and vegetables in the fields. You would have been forced to regardless, but after your job taking up most of your time it was nice to get back into a practical routine you had always grown up with. A smile was on your face as you trudged up the stairs. You helped the littlest one grab apples from atop the trees, cabbage, celery, figs, and even grapes were gathered into baskets. You remembered canning cranberries and other sorts of fruits, the blackberry the last thing you were able to pick before departing for the city. A tired sigh escaped your lips. You didn't know when you would go back, but you wished your vacation had lasted longer than it had.
In your thoughts you had subconsciously walked into level G, but had passed RM G148 several doors down. Looking up you had noticed you were lost, your breath becoming heavy as you looked around and searched for a place to go. "Where am I?" you mumbled under your breath, deciding to turn around and retrace your steps. Your eyes darted back and forth so quickly that you hadn't noticed the figure walking towards you down the hallway, a yelp escaping your lips as you were thrown backwards and your papers were scattered all over the floor. "Damn it!" You cried out, quickly gathering your papers into your hands and trying to organize everything in your hands into a messy little pile.
"You need help?" a man with a deep voice asked you, your eyes looking over at the man you had ran into and tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
"Ummm… t-hank you," you nodded, your eyes looking back down and gathering everything back into your hands. Once everything you had dropped was back in your arms you stood up, the man standing up beside you and gave you a slight smile as he handed you your papers back. "Thank you again," you chuckled nervously, noticing how tall the man was compared to you. No wonder you were thrown back so roughly. You wanted to curse yourself for your absent-mindedness, but since you were in a place of business and suits you mind told you it wouldn't be the best idea. Noticing the man turning you quickly called out to him. "O-oh wait!" you yelped, almost tripping on your feet as you stumbled towards him. He shot his head around at your little voice, the sound of a mouse compared to his own. "This is my first time here and I'm a little lost," you chuckled lightly, running a nervous hand through your hair again, "do you know where RM G148 is?"
"Да," the man grinned, you raising an eyebrow at his sudden change in language, "t'is this way, девочка. I must warn you, is violent. That's vhy I left."
"Oh you were in the room?" you asked, a chuckle escaping your lips as you tried to understand the tall man through his rough accent. "I must be late then," you pouted at the thought.
"You new?" he asked, staring at you with curiosity as you gave him a nod.
"Just flew in from the states," you tried to explain, noticing the blank look he was giving you through his dark purple eyes and coughed under your breath. "I mean… I just flew in from the United States of America –"
"America! I know him. We товарищи, да!" he grinned, your eyes watching as his long light pink scarf fluttered behind him as he walked.
"Ummm… t-toba what?" you stared at him confused.
"Товарищи! Comrades!" He laughed happily, his voice echoing down the hallway and causing the walls to shake around you ever so slightly. You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, causing the man to grin wider.
"Uhh y-yes," you nodded, your eyes lightening up when you saw the room you were looking for. "Finally I found you!" A groan escaped your lips as you fumbled with the pile of papers in your hand, trying to grab the doorknob with a free hand. You paused in mid-air, watching as the door opened and you looked over at the man confused. He was giving you a wide grin and you chuckled nervously, yelping as a piece of paper in your hand almost fell on the ground. "Thank you so much for this –"
"Да, да. Пожалуйста. You are late. Go inside," he smiled, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips as you gave him a nod.
"Y-yes, goodbye and thank you," you smiled, kicking the door all the way open with your foot and walking inside.
"До свидания, девочка," he gave you a wave, closing the door without you having to turn around and do so yourself.
A tried sigh escaped your lips, looking around the room and your eyes going wide at the chaos elevating. There were several people on their feet, yelling at each other from across the room as a small brown haired man with a strange curl in his hair happily ate a bowl of spaghetti in between two loud people. Others were laughing or sitting aside staring at them with annoyance, probably tired of the people bickering again. "Could you kindly~ sit down Germany?" a man with dark brown hair with a strand of hair stuck up oddly in between his forehead asked politely, the blonde haired man letting a snarl escape his lips as he sat back down. You tilted your head to the side. You had no idea what was going on, why that man called him a country's name, but you were well aware that this assignment was going to be a strange one. Your boss specifically told you that you would be meeting with strange people so be well prepared with notes and knowledge of historical events from other countries. You were completely stunned by that thought and had slacked off of looking up the information, but you hoped that your previous knowledge of history from your classes will save you today.
The people didn't seem to notice you as you grumbled and put your suitcase down beside your leg, grabbing the business card you had slipped into your pocket at some point and looked around. There weren't any labels beside the people's names, which you thought would be there since this was an E.U. meeting, but since you didn't know who this man you were supposed to meet was at you had to ask around. "Ummm… hello there," you said behind a brown haired man, poking his shoulder as he snapped his head around and stared at you in shock. "Oh I'm sorry for startling you –"
"It's alright," he chuckled lightly, though his face looked tired and he also seemed to suffer from overexertion, "who are you?"
"I'm -insert-your-name-," you said with a smile, "and I'm sorry for being a little late –"
"Oh~ you didn't miss much," a man beside him smiled, you quickly noticing his muddy blonde hair and green eyes hidden behind thin frames. "Are you a new country?"
"Country?" you stared at the man confused, "No I'm a person like all of you –"
"Where are you from?" the man asked again, a tired sigh escaping your lips as you ran a hand through your hair and pulled your bangs behind your ears, or at least attempted to as they flopped back into place.
"I'm from the United States of America," you said, holding up the business card in your hand, "and I'm supposed to meet with an… Alfred F. Jones a few hours ago, but I just flew in and I'm tired and I know you don't care, but I just want to get some sleep –"
"It's America you're looking for!" the man laughed, the brown haired man chuckling lightly along with him as he pointed to someone on the other side of the room where the people were still yelling in a loud manner. "The man is over there," the man told you, "sitting next to the blonde haired and green eyed fellow. He's the one with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes with spectacles on his face."
"… Oh I see now," you nodded your head, though you still didn't really know whom he was pointing you. "Thank you very much –"
"You're welcome," the man grinned, you quickly giving him a last moment smile before gathering the suitcase you had put down and rushing over to the other side of the room.
You didn't know what to do, a yelp escaping your lips as a hand was thrown up in the air and almost pushed the papers out of your hands. "Hey watch it there! –"
"PASTAAAAAAA~~!" the brown haired man suddenly said, you staring at him confused as a piece of paper flopped out of your hand and fell on the ground.
"Oh… kay…" You blinked in confusion, still rather petrified in either shock or anger or maybe because you were tired and the startle caused your brain to freeze.
"Hello," came a snort by your side, your eyes looking over to see the blonde haired man with green eyes staring at you in an annoyed fashion. "What is the meaning of your presence –"
"I-I'm sorry, but my flight was late and I didn't have time to come earlier a-and –"
"Pourriez-vous parler un peu moins vite?" a man sitting next to the blonde haired man asked in a calm manner, a snarl coming from the green eyed man's mouth as the other man grinned deviously at the other.
"Speak English, you bloody wanker! –"
"You speak too fast, ma chérie~" the man smiled, giving you a sweet smile as he poked the man beside him in the shoulder and he snarled in disgust. You took a step back because it looked like steam was fuming from the man's ears and he was going to explode any minute. "Why are you here?"
"Yes I'm looking for an Alfred F. Jones –"
"You must be the new secretary for the boy," the green eyed man realized with a huff, their eyes turning to the man with the glasses over his blue eyes as he ate a large hamburger and seemed to be off yelling in his own little world. "Why are you late anyways –"
"I had a late flight and it's been a drag getting here in one piece and the elevator wouldn't work and I dropped all my papers and –"
"Come, sit!" the other man exclaimed, offering his chair to you as you stared at him confused as he smiled happily to you. "I promise you're in safe hands –"
"Shove off France –"
"Non, England" he grinned, the other glaring at the man, but decided to slowly drink his cup that was by his arm on the table.
"Wait a second here," you narrowed your eyes in annoyance, "why do you keep calling each other by country names? –"
"I am England and he is France," the man with the green eyes said, a sigh escaping his lips as he set the cup down on the table. "America must have not told you the situation."
"What situation –"
"You see, miss…" the man named France paused, you staring at him and realizing he wanted your name.
"Oh!" you yelped slightly, "It's -insert-your-name-."
"What a beautiful name~ –"
"Can you answer my question?" you pouted, the jet lag quickly catching up to you as you glared at the men with inflamed anger.
"Yes madam," the man named England nodded, the man named France grabbing a nearby empty chair and scooting it closer to the two people to smile happily in your direction. "Your job is to help America make his various appointments throughout the day without fail and report back to your manager, I'm guessing, every day or something along those lines. Usually our humans will take the time now to explore the city, but since you're already here you can stay."
"Oh thank you very much," you smiled happily, putting all the papers on the table in front of you and grabbing the stray piece of paper that had fallen on the ground before someone could step on it. "I'm so confused and I need to lie down –"
"O'ye England!" a laugh came from beside them, the man with blonde hair and blue eyes grinning at them once he noticed you sitting in the man named France's chair, "Who's this person? –"
"Your secretary America," England snorted in disgust, France letting out a yelp as America suddenly pushed him off of the seat to stare at you in fascination.
"No way!" the man named America gasped, you staring at him confused as he leaned way to close to your face for your own comfort. "You're Miss -insert-your-name- ?!"
"Yes I am –"
"I'm Alfred F. Jones," he laughed happily and shook your hand, though you weren't given time to hand him your hand as your arm flopped around from your hand being tasseled around, "and I was wondering where you were. You were late, you know –"
"I'm sorry about that," you sighed and shook your head, "but I decided to have the last flight out of the country, but then it was delayed because of a storm and I got into the city later then I had expected. I'm so sorry Mr. Jones –"
"Don't worry about it," he smirked, "that can happen to anyone. Oh! If I may ask, was there a reason why you stayed? –"
"The blackberries needed picking and my family wouldn't let me go till they were canned and set on the shelf for later," you gave him a slight smile. "Though," you sighed and shook your head, "I didn't get to eat the jam yet…"
"Oh wow!" Alfred gasped, "That's cool! I read your resume and knew I made the right choice! You're from the countryside, aren't you?"
"Yes sir –"
"Good! The other guy I had was a real suck up and a stiff, but hopefully you'll be different," he grinned, though his words made you slightly nervous to what will come from this assignment.
"O-okay sir –"
"You shouldn't be so stiff! Wear a smile on your face like this!" he gave you a wide smile, you unable to retain your confused demeanor and began to giggle into your hand. "See there you go," Alfred chuckled lightly and gave you a sudden pat on the back. "Bring in that smile –"
"Even if this is a great conversation," you began, the smile still lingering on your face as you continued to ask him a question, "but I'm confused with this assignment. My boss didn't tell me much except that it'll be an interesting experience and to have fun with it. I don't get it. Am I supposed to be your maid or something? That sounds like that'll suck –"
"No, not at all!" Alfred chuckled lightly. "Your job is to just make sure I get to all my appointments on time, keep a log of everything I need to do, and just… follow me around for a while! Trust me miss, it won't be hard. I don't know the other jobs you've had to do, but this one will be a walk in the park!"
"… Well I'm also supposed to be your bodyguard, correct? –"
"Yes miss!" He grinned happily, "But don't worry about that. No one is out to hurt me, honest~"
"... A-alright then," you nodded, "and I have the schedule my predecessor emailed me and that's how I knew you would be here. Now can someone tell me, for the love of god, why you call each other by country names?!"
Alfred stared at you confused, your eyes seeming to steam in anger as your emotions flip-flopped from calm to angry in seconds. "Don't you know what we are?"
"No?" you snorted, "I really don't –"
"I'm America," Alfred said, pointing to himself, "and I've been alive for… about two hundred years I think." He shrugged, your eyes suddenly going wide, "Or maybe it's two hundred and thirty now… or fifty… I don't know. I lost track."
"Wait," you snorted, holding up your hand to the man before he could say anything else, "How old are you?!"
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You had your suitcase in her hands as you slowly walked down the hallway, your eyes on the ground as your mind tried to wrap your thoughts around the fact that this person called Alfred F. Jones is also the United States of America. What?! You still couldn't get that. Each person there came from their own separate country, but even the youngest of children were called by a country name. Why would a child be in the meeting? The whole idea frazzled you, but that won't keep you down. Your boss told you that the assignment may be the strangest one in your lifetime, but what you were responsible in doing was make sure the man was safe, nothing more; something to do with a nationwide security or liability or something like that. You came from a top-notch secret government organization and your job has always been to be an undercover bodyguard for some of the nation's richest or most prominent men and women. You shook your head and sighed. This all seemed too abnormal and you couldn't believe Mr. Jones when he told you this. Oh well. Maybe they're just impersonating their countries, like actors or something like that.
Your eyes darted up realizing you hadn't eaten the packed lunch you had made back in America. Before you could figure out your next move a hand suddenly grasp you from behind, a yelp escaping your lips while Alfred laughed and shook your shoulder. "You're a fast one -insert-your-name-. I didn't notice you left till a few seconds ago –"
"The meeting had stopped and I felt it was time for me to leave so I did America," you explained, remembering what the man had said.
"Oh wait!" the man named America huffed, "I forgot to tell you! When we're in meetings and such and in public you should me by my official name, but if we're just being causal like now go ahead and call me Alfred. Okay?"
"… Okay Mr. Jones –"
"Alfred, -insert-your-name-," he chuckled and patted you on the back as he began to lead you down the hallway. "Don't worry; you'll get the hang of it! Usually I spend my time roaming around the city. Do we have to get to any appointments?"
"Not till four –"
"Ugh a late meeting! No way!" Alfred groaned. "Well let's meet up with Arthur. He wanted to show me something anyways."
You nodded and followed alongside Alfred, taking the stairs as they walked down. You had to remember that the man named Alfred is also called America and the one he calls England is called Arthur. That man called France is also called Francis, which won't be too hard, and there was another one, but Alfred didn't tell you his name. Alfred explained that they're like his family, though sort of not. The bonds between themselves and a normal family are different, but in all honestly your bond with your own family wasn't as tight as Alfred's seems to be. They see each other every day, but you don't. You're the child that left the nest, you never had time to go home and see your family. You wondered if you made the right decision, but you love your life of constant danger. You would be with this man for at least a month and after a monthly evaluation it may be longer. You had heard that the man was very picky with whom he chooses to be close to him, but apparently the man who had been under her service about two years ago had been with him for forty. You shuddered at the thought. Forty years away from your family? That's almost half a lifetime! Doing the same job constantly every day… you will just have to see how this plays out.
You hadn't noticed Alfred was talking to you the entire time and you simply gave him nods, noticing that he was talking about food and burgers and more food. Your eyes lit up when a tall man began to walk towards you, letting in a deep gulp as you stared up at the familiar man. Alfred didn't notice the man till he ran into him, Alfred letting out a snarl and glaring up at the man. "Hey Russia! What's the big idea!? –"
"You were in my vay, товарищ," the man snorted back, your eyes widening at the new name.
"Your name is Russia?" you asked, Alfred turning to you confused and putting out his hand to keep you away from the man.
"Don't talk to the man, -insert-your-name- –"
"No it's okay Alf – I mean America!" you chuckled nervously, "I already met him. So you're called Russia? I didn't know that. I'm sorry about this morning –"
"It's alright девочка," the man named Russia answered with a new smile on his face, Alfred staring at you confused and then back at Russia, his eyes going back and forth as he watched the conversation unfold. "You in a rush –"
"I know," you snorted in disgust, "but I was rather rude and didn't really thank you properly or even ask you what your name was when you asked me mine and helped me. So thank you again with the door." You smiled happily as the man smiled back, Alfred looking at you confused as a chuckle escaped your lips. "This is coming too fast. So you're Russia?"
"I am Россия, да," Russia nodded. "I am also called Ivan Braginski."
"Ivan… nice name," you smiled. "Maybe I can thank you better with a drink of coffee during my stay?"
"Ummm… да," he smirked back. "I must go now. Пока -insert-your-name-… America."
Alfred gave him a nod as the taller man left, a snort coming from Alfred's lips before a rough snarl escaped his mouth. "I can't believe you talked to him," he huffed.
"I thought we were on good terms with the Russians –"
"But Ivan is different! He's… creepy! –"
"Maybe you should just get to know him. You never know whom you find if you don't open yourself up to new things," you shrugged and continued down the hallway, a sigh escaping your lips once you walked outside. "… But anything personal won't come in between myself and my work. Just know that Mr. Jones."
"Good," Alfred nodded and caught up with you, "because I was starting to doubt that."
"I was just thanking the man –"
"By asking him out to dinner?" Alfred smirked slyly, unable to stop the feeling of rolling your eyes as a snort escaped your lips.
"It's coffee Alfred or maybe tea. If they have a Starbucks around here I'd ask him out of that," you huffed. "He helped me out, okay? I couldn't find the room and ran into him in the hallway… literally."
"Literally?" Alfred snorted. "Really? –"
"Yes I was in a rush!" you huffed in annoyance, quickly quieting down and staring at him with a sympathetic look on your face. "Sorry for raising my voice, sir –"
"It's alright," he smirked, "you don't have to apologize for that. Everyone gets angry right? Plus you haven't slept in almost two days, if I remember everything you said… maybe I should let you go home early –"
"Oh no!" You snorted. "I have a job to do and I'll go through with it till the end! Don't worry about me Alfred, really," you chuckled under your breath, "I'll be fine. Where are we meeting Arthur?"
"On the other side of the city and we're late!" he groaned, grabbing your arm and pulling you along. "At some teahouse thing. Ugh tea! I'd rather have coffee! Come on, we have to get there on time! Arthur will be furious with me if I'm late again!" You let out yelps as he pulled you down the steps, across the road and into the hustle and bustle of the city. A groan escaped your lips, unable to get out of the man's grasp. This day seemed to keep dragging going on and on.
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A/N: Meh not a bad start, I think ^^ So what do you guys think? Have any questions? I'll be using modern terms for things, like Starbucks and Skype, yet I'll introduce different technologies and other sorts of ideas/things that may not have been invented yet. Just so you're aware. I want to have a bit of fun with this, but I don't know which timeline I have this at so I'll just have it at a broad sense. Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter and I have more being written. I don't know how much typing I'll do till I get a writer's block, but I hope to post more chapters up before then because I have a somewhat good idea of where this story is going! Well SEE YOU LATER!
Да – Russian – yes
Девочка – Russian – girl, lass, girlie, female child, lassie
Товарищи – Russian – comrades
Пожалуйста – Russian – please/you're welcome
До свидания – Russian – good-bye
Pourriez-vous parler un peu moins vite? – French – can you speak slowly?
wanker – English – idiot
mon chéri/ma chérie – French – dear/darling
non – French – no
Россия – Russian – Russia
Пока – Russian – bye (informal/slang)