Hi!

For those following my other story 'Memoirs of a Nation's Psychiatrist', I have to post-pone it until I have a proper plot and a much better thinking brain :D (study is killing me and that story requires research :L something my brain can't handle atm sadly)

But don't worry! There's always these one shots you can read in meantime :)

This one here is my first attempt at '2p Hetalia', I couldn't really understand its '2p' concept but here's my go at it anyway XD

Human names will be used!

Also now that I think about it, this is also my first ReaderxHetalia! (Woot Woot!)

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, they belong to Himaruya Hidekazu! if I did the world will end... how? well I dunno, it'll forever be an enigma for us all (even me)

Edit: Fixed paragraphing so it'll be easier and less confusing to read! Sorry about that guys! Let me know if you see any mistakes! (Grammar and such)

'Umm… Alfred what time does the party end?' You asked, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. It wasn't that the people there were unpleasant or anything… it was just that you really weren't a party type of person.

From past experience even the nicest people can turn nasty after a few drinks and have been known to start fights.

'Don't worry dude! You can leave whenever you want!' You start to sigh in relief, 'But only after you stay for about 3 hours.'

You sweat dropped. Typical Alfred.

He laughed as he pulled your arm towards his massive home. 'Chillax dude! It'll be fun! And (f/n) is here too!'

Your ears perked.

How long was it since you last saw (f/n)? Hmm… I wonder how Alfred manage to convince (f/n) to come…

'You git! Where did you go?! Have I taught you nothing? A host never leaves his own party!' Alfred laughed in response.

Arthur continued to glare at him, 'Iggy! I was only gone for a few minutes! Anyway… Guess who I brought with me!'

Arthur grinned, 'I'm glad you could come _, it's been a while,' you laughed, turning slightly to hide the growing blush. You always hated the fact that certain foreign accents were a bit of a turn on for you.

Recovering from your small dilemma, you sheepishly replied, 'Yes it has, nice to see you too Arthur,' Arthur was about to say something when Alfred came back again with a familiar protesting individual,

'(f/n)?' you cry in surprise.

'_!'

Giddy from the overwhelming happiness that surged through you, you embraced your friend with open arms. 'I haven't seen you in ages! How are things?'

(f/n) nodded before erupting into laughter, 'It's been good, stressful but good!' (f/n) turned to Arthur, smile dropping a bit.

'Arthur.'

He nodded back. '(f/n).'

You mentally sigh at the sudden change. They were always like this, ever since (f/n) found out about being the personification of (c/n).

You smiled half-heartily at them, Arthur coughed as (f/n) causally glanced around the festive surroundings and at the drink in their hands.

'Well it was nice chatting to you Arthur,' you said, breaking the silence.

He smiled at you, 'Anytime love,'

Casually navigating through the party you lead (f/n) away. The two of you strode up the stairs, dodging Francis' blow kiss on the way.

Ignoring the laughter that emitted from that Frenchman and his Spanish and Prussian friend, you reached the top step.

'Question, how did Alfred manage to convince you to come?' You asked.

(f/n) shrugged, 'He told me to come or else.'

You sweat dropped, 'He still adds that to his invitations?'

(f/n) laughed. 'You never got yours?'

'No, he called me about it but I said no… but I'm still here anyway,' you shrugged, 'this better than watching TV I guess.'

(f/n) smirked before leaning against the railing of the balcony.

The loud music boomed downstairs accompanied by mismatched conversations of the other countries. You weren't familiar with any of the other countries, considering that you aren't a personification of any country but that didn't mean you weren't acquainted with some of them.

You had met the Allies when (f/n) was recognized as a personification of a country and was dragged together by Alfred when he was showing his airplanes off and of course, his allies.

You were somewhat glad that (f/n) made you stay for the world meeting as you would have never met the lovable personification of North Italy otherwise.

He crashed into you on your way home and as an apology he made pasta for you the next day which lead you into meeting his two friends, the personification of Germany and Japan also known as Ludwig and Kiku. And of course … that obnoxious Prussian.

'I guess a lot of things happen since that day…' You muttered.

(f/n) snapped out of their own thoughts, 'Huh?'

You laughed at yourself, 'Nothing to worry about! Just mumbling stuff to myself as usual,' your friend grinned at you, playfully shaking their head at your usual behavior.

Suddenly Alfred's voice echoed throughout the house, 'Guys! We're all playing Seven Minutes in Heaven at the living room!'

You shook your head, 'There's NO way I'm playing that game!'

(f/n) giggled, 'It's not that bad…' Stunned you stared at your good friend, did (f/n) just say that? Before you could say anything, the sounds of footsteps echoed up the stairs. Quietly as Kiku taught you, you moved into the shadows just as Alfred appeared.

'You playing (f/n)?'

Shrugging in response (f/n) replied, 'Maybe,'

Alfred looked around as your back pressed against the cold wall. 'Hey, weren't you with _?'

(f/n) smirked, 'You better catch _ if you want her to play, Hero, because she's gone,'

Alfred laughed before striking a heroic pose, 'No one gets away from playing the Hero's game!' he dashed down the stairs as you reappeared.

'Thanks (f/n)!'

'No problem, I know these sort of games makes you uncomfortable.'

You smiled. 'Well I better make my getaway before he gets back, it was really nice to see you again!'

(f/n) grinned before hugging you. 'Same here _! We should catch up soon.'

You happily nodded, 'Yeah! Have fun!'

(f/n) chuckled, waving you off, 'I will.'

Heading downstairs, you walked pass the living room. The countries, without Alfred were busy concentrating on their game of spin the bottle with an empty can to notice your presence.

Taking a quick look around, you took a soft drink from the fridge before heading out the back door.

You stood still in awe. It never occurred to you that Alfred had such a huge beautiful garden. Spotting a bench you sat down before looking out at the stars.

The stars glittered across the dark clear skies as the moon shone brightly.

Opening and sipping at the can you realized something odd, 'I never seen this type of soft drink before…' The liquid glowed green and had a tint of red when you swirled the can.

'Weird…'

The music inside the house suddenly changed from pop to metal rock and was louder than it originally was before, more than likely violating the noise regulations.

You looked back as the lights from inside the house had switched to black lights, Alfred never uses those… You shrugged to yourself.

Whilst deciding whether to go back into the house or not, someone had join you on the bench. 'Hello there poppet,' You turned to look at the brightly attired man.

'A-Arthur?'

His grin widen as he giggled, 'Call me Oliver love, you see, Arthur isn't available right now…' You stared at him baffled, what? He giggled as he leaned closer, disregarding any personal space between the two of you.

'Um, well then… I'll just excuse myself then,' You attempted to get up but Arthur- um Oliver grabbed your arm.

'But why poppet? I like your company…' he pouted. You didn't know whether to start laughing or be concerned, this person although he looks like Arthur- does not act like him.

'Um…'

'HEY! Get away from that hot babe, you cupcake freak,' Oliver glared at the owner of the voice, you almost freaked out. Well you did, silently.

From the spiked bat to the ripped jeans, the dark leather jacket and the black sunglasses that covered his eyes even though it was night.

Alfred could still be identifiable… if you could look pass the tan skin and brown-red hair.

'A-Alfred?' You asked, now completely convinced that you were going loco.

He laughed as he pushed his sunglasses up briefly, winking at you with his red eyes. 'Name's Al, doll,' you couldn't help but smile weakly. Great…Just great.

Oliver suddenly beamed, 'Aww! If it isn't Al,' and started to batter his eyes at him.

Wait. What?

Regardless of the confusing situation, you took this chance to smoothly walk away while they were staring at each other.

Oliver continued to playfully bat his eyes at Al as his hand reached for something in his pocket as Al in turn, held his bat, ready to strike.

'Whew,' you exhaled entering the kitchen again. Looking down and you froze.

Blood.

And I shall stop here because I am EVIL! MUHAHAHAHAHA! ... ahem

I mean... because I am tired and it's late over here (Why is it that I ALWAYS upload things late at night?!)

But anyway I hope you enjoy this first part, the second one should be up soon.

Also before I forget,

(f/n) = Friend's name

(c/n) = Country name

_ = YOU!

feel free to PM a request to me :D

I like practicing my creative flow :P

As long as it doesn't require intense research and/or explicit stuff it's fine by me (Sorry guys and gals I don't do lemons but I do write implied stuff)

and with that said,

CHEERS!

CommandoCherry over and OUT! (To my nice comfy bed)