America: You were going to McDonald's to satisfy the french fry craving you have been having for days now but also because you were flat broke with only a few bucks with payday forever away. But the craving won out, so you were in line and about to order when a flamboyant blond entered wearing an aviator's jacket and thin wire glasses. The employees groaned together, obviously recognizing the man; and not happy about it. You placed your order of small fries and kissed the last of your money goodbye and got out of the way as the man almost drove over you to order just about everything. Double sized. You gasped, thinking that the man was absolutely insane and was trying to kill himself with the horrible food he was eating. The employees just nodded solemnly and gave him his food. The place was reasonably packed and the only place for him to sit was right across from you. You hoped he would sit somewhere else but when he made eye contact with you, you found that that wasn't happening.
"Hey, dudette, mind if I sit here?" He asked, cheerful and carefree voice making you relax a little. You didn't want to be rude so you said it was fine, him giving you a huge grin.
"Hey, aren't you going to eat more?" He asked, chowing down on his Big Mac. You shook your head.
"No, I don't really have the funds to eat that much here. And I only really came here to satisfy a craving." You said, half way done with your fries and trying not to look pitifully at his.
"No problem, Dudette! The hero will graciously give you some of his to save you from the tyranny of hunger!" he shouted, giving you his fries and one of his sandwiches. You blinked in surprise and tried to get him to take it back.
"No, that's ok! It was only a small crav-"
"The hero insists! Doesn't the hero always save the damsel in distress whenever and whatever the occasion?" He said, pushing the meal back at you. Your eye twitched, not really liking the damsel in distress thing, but he was offering you food, so it would be rude not to accept. You thanked him, munching on the fries.
"I'm Alfred F. Jones. What's your name?" he was now slurping on his drink, charming blue eyes looking at you expectantly.
"(F/N)(L/N). And thanks again for the food. You really didn't have to." You said, finishing the meal and getting up to threw it away. You then returned, though you really didn't know why. It must have been his air of carefreeness along with his friendly smile that drew you back. You talked for a little while, getting to know each other better. At one point he told you a pretty good joke that made you both laugh.
"Hey, you're pretty cool, dudette! How about I give you my number and we can do this again sometime?" He said, writing his number on the napkin he had and gave it to you. You took it, thinking that you might just do so. But upon looking at the clock, you realized that if you didn't book it your next paycheck would be your last.
Germany: You were working out in the gym, listening to your favorite workout song when a tall man in uniform came into the station beside you and started to warm up. You stole a few glances at his buff figure; It wasn't an ugly or grotesque buff, but every single one of his muscles was extremely defined but well proportioned. His black workout shirt and green cargo pants definitely helped define the muscles. His blond hair was slicked back and his striking blue eyes made you feel a little intimidated. After a few shakes of your head, you started to put weights on a bar and do a set bench presses workout. Your friend was late and you needed to get a workout done before the next Ironman run (basically a triathlon but with a few extra things, look it up). You were doing your max when the sweat from your hand made the bar slip and almost crush your throat. The bar; however, was caught by a pair of well-calloused hands. You gasped and put the bar in it's resting place. You turned around and saw the blue eyed man standing behind the rack, giving you a stern look.
"Vhat do jou think jou are doing? You could have been seriously hurt," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. You sighed and rubbed your face with your hands. You knew from all the years you worked out that it was almost suicidal to workout with the really heavy weights alone, but you were desperate to train and win that Ironman.
"I know, but my partner was late and I needed to get some training in before I go to work," You say back standing up and checking your phone. Still nothing from your friend, but you were starting to grow concerned.
"Vhat are jou training for?" he asked, leaning against the station; you shrug.
"Just the Ironman in the next six months," you responded casually, trying not to sound cocky. His eyes widened and jaw dropped, looking at you with surprise.
"Vell, glad to see I won't be alone. My bruder is late as vell, but I should have expected something like that from him. Vould jou like to train with me? Jou know, for safety." He asked, shifting from side to side. You gave him a sidelong glance at him. Well, what do I have to lose? you thought, smiling.
"Sure!" And for the next two hours, you worked out, talking and encouraging each other. He was just like your old drill sergeant, but he seemed a bit more friendly, if a little intense. At the end of the two hours, you were sweaty and exhausted and needed a shower. You saw your friend burst through the door as you started to pack up to leave; panting with a white-haired man at her side.
You glared at her, asking her where the heck she had been. She looked up at you and grinned widely, still trying to catch her breath.
"(Y/N)! You won't believe where I've been! I found this awesome new training partner on my way here!" She threw her arms around the man next to her, who had recovered a little and had a mischievous smirk. He looked like an albino with his pure white hair and red eyes. He looked very similar to Ludwig, but they were polar opposites, you could just tell. The man hugged back and stood up straighter.
"Vell, vhat kind of awesome man vould I be if I let two ladies like yourselves train-"
"Gilbert! I told jou to be here two hours ago jou Dummkopf!" your new training partner, who you came to know as Ludwig, stomped over to his brother and put him in a headlock. Gilbert, who you guessed was his name was, screaming at Ludwig. You gave a glance over to your friend, who was laughing.
"I guess we both have some explaining to do," She said, making you chuckle. You looked at the two men wrestling on the floor, pinching the bridge of your nose. Great, I'm going to be late for work…
England: You were sitting at your favorite cafe sipping your favorite tea (or coffee or whatever you order at your favorite cafe) watching cars go by as you sat out on the patio. It was a lovely fall day and the leaves were blowing across the front patio. You were taking a sip of your drink when a loud noise suddenly startling you. You had spilled your drink all over you, making you sigh; the day had been going so well too. A man with dirty blond hair in a suit came over to you, offering up a handkerchief.
"Are you alright, miss?" He asked kindly, making you look up into his forest green eyes. You smiled up at him and shook your head, brushing a loose strand of hair out of your face.
"No I am quite alright, thank you." To your surprise, he smiled. Immediately after, a bird started to dive bomb him, scratching his face despite him shielding it. You waved off the birds, looking at him with concern.
"Bloody hell! Those wankers don't know when to leave well enough alone, do they?" He cursed, sitting down across from you. You felt bad and handed him your napkin, which he gladly took.
"Are you alright?" You asked, making him shake his head and chuckle.
"Oh, I'll be fine. Don't think I'll be bested by a couple of birds, do you?" You giggled, shaking your head. You thought he was quite the gentleman, making you think for just a second that chivalry is not dead after all.
"I'm (Y/N)(L/N). Thank you for helping me." You said, holding your hand out. He shook it, smiling brightly at you.
"Arthur Kirkland. You have a beautiful name, Mrs. (L/N)." He complimented, making you blush. You talked for a while and found out that he had recently moved into your neighborhood. He offered to take you home because it was getting late but was rudely interrupted by a tall wispy blond man with a french accent smelling strongly of wine.
"Honhonhon! Iggy, are you boring this beautiful cheré with your talk?" He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, making you really uncomfortable.
"Get off of her, you wanker!" Arthur shouted, starting to get into an argument with the other man. The other man, however, ran off teasing poor Arthur and making him chase after the man. You smiled as you left, hoping to see the man named Arthur again sometime.
Canada: You were walking through the park alone, it was late January and cold. You didn't want to go home so you took the long route. You noticed a very soft voice calling for help and went to investigate. You found a small man stuck in a snow pile with his sledding gear all over the place deep in the woods of the park. You hurriedly dig him out, helping him to his feet.
"Are you ok?" You asked, seeing the tips of his ears starting to turn blue.
"I'm- I'm just a little cold, eh… I don't know…" His spoke so softly you had to listen carefully. You shook your head, knowing very well the consequences of frostbite.
"I-I know a place that you can warm up. Would you l-like me to show you?" You were stuttering a little from cold and a little of shyness. He nodded, teeth chattering. You lead him to a nearby all- day breakfast restaurant and held the door open for him to walk inside. This restaurant also happened to be your family's restaurant, so you lead him to the back room where the old fashioned fireplace was and took his wet coat.
"Here, you need to warm up before you get frostbite." you scolded quietly, making him stutter and blush.
"I'm fine…" He said, sitting down and taking the hot chocolate you offered. You sat in silence as he slowly stopped shivering. Then he turned to you and smiled.
"Thank you for helping me, eh. I would be a goner if you hadn't helped me. I'm Matthew, by the way." You shifted uncomfortably and took his outstretched hand, which was still as cold as ice.
"(Y/N) (L/N)," You said politely, looking at the door as your big brother came in with two plates of steaming pancakes.
"Hey, (Y/N) I made fresh- hey who are you?" he said, looking at Matthew. He wasn't angry, just genuinely wanted to know who he was. Matthew, on the other hand, jumped up and muttered a string of apologies, trying to dart out the door. But your brother caught him by the scruff of his neck.
"Hey, hey, hey! I'm not upset, I was just wondering who you were? Are you cold, eh? Here, take this; I'll just make more." you brother smiled at the confused and flustered Matthew. You smiled and pulled Matthew to the nearby table and offered him syrup. He shakily took it and you both ate in silence.
"This… this is amazing! Your brother made this?" he sounded so happy and you smiled shyly.
"Yep. We all can cook, seeing how this is a family restaurant. So...you like pancakes?" you asked.
"Oh, yes!" Then the rest of the day was spent in the back room chatting about winter and pancakes. What could be better?
N. Italy: You were at your favorite place. Your best friends, Romano and Antonio were in the kitchen with you. You were cutting up the herbs to go into the pasta sauce and listening blissfully to Romano and Antonito argue.
"You stupid tomato bastard! What-a the hell-a do you think you are-a doing to my-a pasta!"
"Ai ¡caramba, Amigo! I'm not doing anything to your pasta!" Toni shouted back, pushing Romano off of him with one hand as he stirred the tomato sauce. You laughed at their antics, shaking your head and getting between them both.
"Alright, that's enough. Romano, he's doing the sauce and you're doing that pasta. Stay on your own tasks and stop fighting or I'll get Ivan." They both very quickly went back to their own jobs, Romano muttering about the 'tomato bastard' and Toni smiling happily at you.
"¡Claro, chica!" Then he turned back to his work. When all the prep work was done and you separated Toni and Romano you were about to bite into your lunch when a voice made you jump.
"Whoa made pasta without-a me~!" A childish voice yelled, bursting through the door. Bursting is the right word because he didn't even open the door; just ran right through it. You gasped as a big, childish face was right in front of yours, a huge frown on his face and looked on the verge of tears.
"Fratello! You-a made pasta without me with a pretty lady? Don't you-a love me anymore-a!" the new man(or child?) wailed, throwing himself all over Romano.
"No~! And this is-a exactly why I can't invite-a people over! Get-a off me you stupido Fratello bastard!" Romano screamed, starting to fight with the new person, who you guessed was Romano's younger brother. Toni was trying to separate them and suddenly they both stopped and leaned back.
They had their twin curls stuck in a knot!
"AAAAAAHHH~! Getitoutgetitoutgetitout!" Romano's brother screamed, crying like a baby. You thought it was absolutely adorable and hilarious and you and Antonio spent the next ten minutes laughing. Then you want over, to help. It was hard, you accidentally finding out that both their little hair curl was a little- a… sensitive, so you kept having to yell at Romano to shut up and stop moving or push Feli away a little with your foot. When they were separated, you collapsed into your seat, exhausted.
"Thank-a you for helping me and my-a fratello Romano. You are-a nice as you are-a pretty lady!" He said happily, flinging his arm around your shoulders. You blushed and spent the rest of the day with the strange group.
Russia: You have been working at the flowershop for the past three days and so far it was nice. Your favorite things to do was take care of your favorite flowers; sunflowers. You had your hair pinned back away from your face when the women who ran the shop came around the corner and looked at you.
"Would you be a dear and put those flower pots in the back?" She said and traveled to the front of the tiny shop. You looked over the racks of flowers and saw the top of ashy white hair and the tail end of a white scarf, but they were too hidden by the rows of flowers. By the sound of it, there was more than one person, but you shrugged and did what your boss asked. As you were finishing putting the flowers in the back, the women came in the back looking flustered.
"I'm sorry, dear, but what was your name again? I have such a terrible memory." You smiled and told her your name and she nodded, opening the door and over her shoulder said for you to be there at nine the next day. You nodded and as the door opened all the way you saw a man with ashy white hair and a scarf carrying two or three sunflowers, his faint frown that was partially hidden by his scarf making them look more beautiful. You exited with the women, the mans eyes never leaving you. You smiled at him while the women took care of his female companions; who looked so much like him you assumed they were his sisters.
"Hello, sir. What can I do for you today?" He shifted uncomfortably and held out a small bouquet of sunflowers.
"Would you like anything else today?" you asked sweetly, ringing up the flowers.
"Het," he said, taking the now wrapped flowers from you. He turned to leave with you smiling after him.
"Um… You have sunflower petals in your hair, da?" he said this more like a question then darted out the door. You blinked as the door closed, brushing the petals out of your hair. What a strange man, you thought. You smiled none the less.
Japan: You were walking under the cherry blossoms and eating lunch in your favorite park. You were eating a traditional sushi dish that your friends thought was weird, but you loved it. You looked up from across the walkway and saw a man looking at the flowers when you noticed a book fall out of a small bag he wore. He must not have noticed because he started to walk away, so you went and grabbed it, running up to him.
"Excuse me! I think you dropped this." You said, tapping him on the shoulder and holding out the book. He blushed and nodded, taking back the book. You couldn't help but notice the book was a manga and not just any manga, but your all time favorite.
"Oh, you like (F/M) as well?" You said, letting him take back the book. He looked at you surprise and nodded, letting you talk while he listened, smiling every once and awhile. You walked around the park, enjoying the cherry blossoms and talking about anime and manga, but mostly just walking in comfortable silence. You sent the rest of your lunch break and was almost late because of the man.
"Oh! I forgot to ask, but what is your name?" You said sheepishly, ashamed that you were being so rude.
"Honda Kiku," He said, bowing a little. You introduced yourself properly and waved goodbye, hoping that you would see him again.
France: What a wonderful day for a trip to the chocolate shop. You were almost skipping to the shop, smirking at a passing guy, winking. You didn't care, you were in a good mood and nothing was going to bring you down, not even the strange blond man following you. You got into the shop and found your best friend had had the same idea. You chatted and suddenly you felt something bump into you, making you turn around.
"Desole, mademoiselle! I was not looking where I was going, so blinded by your beauty as I passed," he bowed a little, smiling seductively at you. You blushed as he kissed your hand and glanced up at you.
"And would this sweet rose have a name, peut-étre?" he asked in his heavy french accent. You smiled and took back your hand.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, monsieur flirt." You shot back with a wink, making him clutch his heart dramatically, laughter in his eyes.
"You wound me, ma cheré. But no matter. I am the great Francois Bonnefoy, and I believe a name is in order?" He raised his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes but told him your name and turned to talk to your best friend, but she was talking to some guy outside, blushing. You sighed, shaking your head; she seemed to do this every time. You looked at a nearby favorite chocolate treat and plucked it off the shelf.
"Trés bein, cheré. But you know that that is mere taffy compared to a professional like moi." Francois said behind you, coming to look at the same thing. You rolled your eyes, finding his cockyness as endearing as it was annoying.
"I'm sure you are~" you said, rolling your eyes again; if you rolled them anymore you would have to chase them running down the street. He turned to you and grinned, getting closer.
"I'm a professional in more than just chocolate, ma cheré~" he whispered in your ear. He found that his little cheré had a wicked right hook, which dropped him to the floor and you put your hand on your hip.
"Maybe when you're older, Francois." you said, walking out the store, skirt fluttering up a little. Now his nose was bleeding for another reason.
"Juron, (Y/N)..." was all he could say.
S. Italy: You were babysitting Feli with Ludwig at Feli's house as he made pasta. Now you were resting on the couch across from Ludwig and was reading your favorite book when you heard the sound of someone knocking on the door frantically. You got up and opened it, immediately being pushed to the side by someone.
"Feli! Get-a your stupido ass over-a here! I have to-a have a word with you taking my-a pasta without asking-a me!" The person who knocked you over shouted, grabbing Feli and shaking him. You started to freak out, getting between the brown haired stranger and Feli.
"Stop! Stop! Stop! What's going on here?" You shouted, managing to push them apart. The stranger glared at you while Feli hid behind you, cowering. The stranger stood up and glared at Feli, raising his finger.
"This-a good for nothing fratello of-a mine decided to steal my-a pasta!" He shouted. You looked between them and sighed, shaking your head. You couldn't get angry at the newcomer, even though his attitude needed adjusting because he looked so much like the cute Feli that you could never get mad at.
"Feli, did you borrow pasta from your brother?" You asked calmly, knowing fratello ment brother in italian which Feli had taught you while you were friends.
"I only-a borrowed a little bit!" Feli wailed, hiding behind you even more as the newcomer began getting a pureple aura around him.
"Then you will have to make more and give it to…" You looked at the newcomer.
"Romano." he said curtly, making you nod. After the whole debacle was resolved, you sat back in your spot and began to read.
"Hey-a! Your-a in my spot." You looked up at a grumpy faced Romano, glaring at you. Ludwig grunted, turning the page to his military notes.
"What is so funny, you potato-bastard!" Romano shouted, glaring at Ludwig. He looked up from his notes and sent Romano a small glare and went back to his notes. Romano looked terrified, making you laugh and get up.
"Here, I have to go home anyway. It was nice meeting you." You said. You could have swore you heard a thank you from Romano, but the door closed behind you before you could make sure.
Spain: You were in your public garden tending to the beautiful tomatoes when you looked up and saw the first ripest tomato in the entire garden. You only saw tomato's that perfect in commercials or painting, so you got up to go pick it, planning on making a nice tiny salsa with it. You bent down to pick it and you didn't notice someone else reaching for the same thing, their hand brushing yours. You both jump back, making you yelp a little.
"¡Perdone, chika! I didn't know you wanted that beautiful tomato too!" The man next to you said, flustered. You blushed and shook your head.
"No! It's ok, really. You can have the tomato." You said, starting to back away quickly.
"No, señorita! Please, I insist! I see you work hard to tend to these beautiful tomatoes so you should be the one who enjoys them." he said, picking the tomato and offering it to you. You blushed but took the tomato.
"Thank you, Mr…?" You left the sentence of in questioning form. He smiled widely and bowed, extending his hand.
"Señorita, please call me Antonio Fernández Carriedo or Toni." You gave him your hand and he kissed it, looking up at you with a goofy grin. You stifled a giggle with how chiché it was, but thanked him and started to go back to tending the tomatoes. You began to get engrossed in your work when you felt a hand tap your shoulder.
"Here, try to not pack the ground so hard around the plants. They need to breathe as much as we do." Antonio said as he got down on his knees and helped you. This had been a difficult area for you to garden in so you watched in amazement as it nearly instantly perked up under his caring hands. You sat back and watched him work fascinated. The rest of the day was spent with him, tending to tomato's and the rest of the garden.
Prussia: You were at your best friends party and sipping the soda drink you have been there for a few hours and were starting to get bored, the people that were there weren't really your type and it was getting late. You wanted to just leave but your friend had asked you to stay and help her clean up after it was over. The funny thing was that it was two hours after the party was supposed to end and it wasn't even slowing down. Someone had even brought beer, but you stuck with your soda, not really intrested in stuff like that. You were about to just say screw your friend because you had a huge math final to study for and the party wasn't ending when a drunk boy went up to you and started flirting badly. You polity(not really) said that he was drunk. Then things got a little heated with him pinning you to the wall. You were about to scream when a white haired boy tapped the other boys shoulder.
"Hey, dummkopf, get your drunk ass away from her before the awesome me has to show you how to treat a lady." He said, bright red eyes glaring at the other boy. The drunk boy turned around shakily, glaring at the albino boy.
"What the hell are you going to do about it, Gilbert." He slurred. The boy, Gilbert, shrugged and socked the drunk boy in the face. The drunk boy dropped like a rock, making you blink in surprise. Then the albino boy looked at you, puffing out his chest.
"That is vhat I will do! I see that you are unhurt, dame?" You nodded, making him grin and lift up his own glass of beer.
"Ha! That is all thanks to ze awesome me stepping in to protect such a beautiful women! Do I get a reward for being your awesome savoir?" He raised his eyebrow, drunk and cocky grin only getting wider. You realized that this boy was almost as bad as the other one. You were saved by your friend coming over and dragging you away. You asked who the Gilbert person was because you have never seen him before and you knew almost everyone here. She sighed and shook her head.
"Yeah, that is Gilbert Beilschmidt, my second cousin. His brother is Ludwig." she explained, talking with another friend. You tilted your head to the side, seeing how you were good friends with Ludwig and you never heard him mention that he had a brother. But looking at Gilbert from across the house you could understand why as he started a fight with five of the star athletes at your school, saying that they sucked and couldn't come close to his 'awesome levels'. You and your friends had to explain to your friends parents as to why the cops had been called to your friends house. You understood why Ludwig didn't speak about his brother very often. But you had to admit, he had a little charm.
Greece: A nice walk in the woods sounded like a good idea because of the warm weather, wonderful blue sky, and a warm summer breeze wafting through the trees. You let your hair down and was wearing a light t-shirt and comfortable pants as you walked up a grassy hill. You reached the top and looked out at the city and countryscape. You laid down on the hill and closed your eyes, thinking this would be a great place for a nap. You felt something warm and furry rub against your legs, causing you to look up and see a small cat purring against your leg. You smiled down at it and sat up, petting it's small and soft head. When it started to like you, you picked it up at putting it on your lap, cuddling the purring ball of cuteness.
"I see you like cats. Cats are nice…" a whispery voice said behind you, making you jump a little. You turned around to see a man standing behind you with wavy brown hair and teal/green eyes looking down at you.
"Yeah, they are nice." You said, watching him sit down next to you. He looked out at the cityscape and crossed his arms over his knees, resting his chin on his crossed arms. He looked so calm and contemplative that you almost wanted to ask him what he was thinking. Before you could ask he turned his head to you and looked at the sleeping cat in your lap. He reached out and started stroking its head with strong, calloused hands.
"Cats are such lucky creatures. Sleeping all day, allowed to lick their balls whenever they want. Don't you think?" You blinked, unsure how to respond.
"Um, I guess? I mean, they can do whatever they want but they also have it rough. Dogs chasing them, people trying to eat them…" You started a lament about the horrors of being a cat while he just listened. Eventually, you two began talking about more important topics like the clouds in they sky and how wonderful the grass was. A few hours of this you remembered you had to get back to do something and almost forgot to ask his name as you rushed to leave.
"Oh, what's your name?" You asked, turning back to him and seeing him laying on his back with his arms behind his head. He had one eye open to you and blinked, face never changing.
"Heracles…" he whispered, eyes closing as he fell asleep. You nodded and left, hoping you would see him again.