America: A six months or so after the fiasco with the robbery you were throwing a (american) football with Alfred. You have no idea how you let him talk you into this but it was most certainly better than baseball with him; he threw hard! You were running along the grassy field in a public park looking over your shoulder at the incoming ball.
"I got it!" You shouted, jumping to catch it. You caught it alright, running back at Alfred. You had your head down, charging right at him. Alfred laughed, getting ready to tackle you.
"Alright, dudette! No one can defeat the HERO!" he shouted, grabbing your waist and with inhuman strength picking you up, throwing you in the air. You went a little higher then you liked, screaming as you fell. You closed your eyes and you were caught by a pair of familiar hands. You gasped, breathing heavily as you looked up at Alfred, who was looking at you with a concerned face.
"Hey, (Y/N)? You ok? I hope I didn't scare you. The hero isn't supposed to be scary." He said, putting you down but didn't let you go. You blushed and shook your head.
"No, it just surprised me. You are still my hero, Alfred." You smiled at him, meaning every word you said. He flashed his customary smile and did his signature pose that had grown on you; a lot.
"So as a hero I get the heroine, right?" He asked, making you blink and frown; confused.
"Uh, you don't have a-" You were cut off by a pair of lips. You nearly screeched, frozen by shock. You soon relaxed, however, when you felt the kindness in the kiss. You closed your eyes and kissed back, not really all that surprised at Alfred's actions. You have known him for a while and were starting to feel something was changing. You two broke for air, him resting his forehead against yours.
"You're my heroine, dudette. You always will be, (Y/N)." You blushed like crazy, hiding in his shirt.
"Shut up and lets lets go get some fries to celebrate, you stupid hero." you said with a smile, making him laugh and give you a piggy back ride all the way. You have never been so happy on that spring day as you shoved fries and burgers in your face.
Germany: Today, you and Ludwig had decided to train in the woods/public park. It was hot and the sun was beating down on the ground, but it was cool and comfortable under the trees. You were wearing the standard workout clothes and new running shoes at a place Ludwig had suggested, and they were working great.
You ran a little and stopped by a stream in the middle of a valley, resting. Ludwig had also grown tired after the long run. So he went over to the stream and splash water onto his face. You watched him, getting a devilish idea. It was rather deep and he was leaning really far over the edge. You got up quietly and quickly made your way over to him. You were right behind him when he turned around, eyes widening as you pushed him into the stream/almost river.
"Scheiße!" he cursed, making a huge splash into the stream. You promptly burst out laughing, falling on the ground clutching your sides. He came up spluttering and cursing in german, only making you laugh at his red face.
"Mein Gott, (Y/N)! Vhat the hell do jou zhink jou are doing!?" he yelled, tick mark forming on his forehead. You tried to wipe away the tears and sat up, only to fall over laughing again.
"I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!" You sobbed through the laughter, trying to control yourself. He got out of the water, pants sagging and took of his dripping shirt, grumbling and cursing under his breath. You had calmed down a bit by now; and in no small help of him removing his shirt so you could see the rewards of his training. You looked away and went over to the stream to wash away the tears. You realized how bad of an idea this was when you felt arms grab you and push you in, causing you to scream. You resurfaced from the water, looking at a smug looking german man grinning down at you. You huffed and got out, or tried to before he put hand to your shoulder and stopped you.
"What? Yeah, yeah, I know I deserved it…" You muttered, trying to push past him; no such luck. You glared at him, hands on your hips. He looked at you with a strange look, like he was looking for something or trying to decide about something.
"What? We have to run bac-" You were cut off by him lifting you out of the water and surprisingly gently pressing his lips to yours. You squeaked, freezing on the spot. You felt his mouth moved against yours, like you were the only thing to him. You closed your eyes and kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. You had no idea how long you stayed like that, but eventually you two broke apart. You felt his lips still, licking them and opening your eyes. His eyes grew narrow and hooded.
"S-Sorry. I-I shouldn't have done zhat. I vas-" you kissed him again, trying to tell him to shut the hell up. It was his turn to be surprised, but after a few seconds you two were in another heart stopping kiss. You pulled back and smiled, cuddling to his chest.
"Next time, can we skip the training and go straight to the kissing?" You chuckled as he set you down. His face blew up bright red, but he chuckled a little.
"Nien, training first~" he said, taking back his shirt and running back to the car. You blinked once, then gritted your teeth.
"Hey! My clothes are still soaked, you know!" You shouted after him, sprinting to catch up. He just laughed and ran faster forcing you you to sprint after him.
England: It was a beautiful day at your favorite café, but this time it was a little lonely. You had been here at your normal time and had been waiting for Arthur for about two hours and it was getting late. After the third hour rolled by you sighed and paid your tab, giving up on seeing him today. You were going to ask him to give you his number today because you have been hanging out for three weeks, but you didn't think that was going to happen. You looked up at the sky as it started to grow dark with the threat of rain. You hurried along, hoping to get home before it hit. You were halfway there when you heard someone yelling your name in the distance. You turned around and saw Arthur sprinting to catch up with you, face red with physical exertion. You smiled brightly, overjoyed that you would be seeing him today afterall.
"Arthur!" You shouted, stopping and waving to him. You stepped forward to greet him, but your shoe caught into a crack, making you slip. You landed in the street, a car coming right at you. You screamed, frozen in fear. You saw the lights a in front your nose when suddenly you were thrown back by something. Your head slammed on something, but it was softer than pavement. When you were were able to get your bearings, you saw that Arthur was laying on top of you on the sidewalk and you weren't dead. You blinked as your previously dead brain restarted, seeing a little bit of blood coming from his head.
"Arthur! Hey, are you alright?" You asked worriedly, getting out from under him and turning him so he was on his back. He coughed and blinked, looking at you and sighing with relief.
"Good. You're not hurt, love." he sighed, sitting up. You watched him in awe, the only thing that looked out of place was his shirt, pants, and tiny cut on his forehead. You looked him up and down, sighing with relief. He stood up and offered his hand to you, you gratefully taking it, ignoring the small crowd that gathered. But as you stood up you had a sharp pain in your ankle, making you fall down. Arthur knew immediately what was wrong, going to your ankle. He took off your shoe and sock, taking a good look at the injury.
"Well, it's only a small sprain but there is no way I'm letting you walk home." he said, you started to object but he just picked you up and carried you home bridal style. You were blushing, hiding your face in his shirt. When you got home he open the door with your key and set you gently on the couch, rubbing his shoulders.
"Blimey, you need to shed a few pounds of beauty, love." You huffed, sinking into the couch.
"So I'm fat?" you half heartedly snapped, making him blush.
"No! Nothing like that-. Bloody hell I'm- nevermind. Where do you keep the medical supplies?" he asked, trying not to look at you. You told him and he left to get the supplies and come back just as quickly. He began to gently wrap your ankle with you only wincing every once and awhile. When he was done he tied it and put it on a pillow with ice. You saw that he also had pretty bad road rash on his hand.
"Here, you're hurt too."You said, reaching out to him and taking his hand before he could object. You bandaged it up after you put antiseptic on it and held it for a second. He saved your life, and he was hurt because of it.
"Thank you." You whispered, letting his hand go. But he gripped your with both hand, making you look up.
"(Y/N), can I ask you something a little… unconventional?" he asked, blushing. You blushed, but nodded you head.
"Um, alright." you said. He sighed and leaned forward. You leaned back a little, but he kisses you before you could go too far. You closed your eyes, enjoying the kiss. It was sweet and awkward, like he had never really done this, but he broke off after a few seconds, blushing and looking away.
"Sorry, uh, the flying mint bunny- no that's not right- I" You put your hand on his cheek and kissed him again, making him stop. He froze at first then leaned in and kissed you harder, feeling a little more confident. You broke off again, both smiling and hugging.
"I might have to trip and fall in front of cars more often if this is the kind of treatment I get." you joked, making him stiffen.
"Love? Can we just not do the whole 'almost getting hit by a bloody car' thing?" he asked in a strained voice; you laughed and agreed. You spent the rest of the night talking and kissing.
Canada: It was a beautiful snowy day outside when you heard your phone ring. It also happened to be your one day off, so you sighed and answered the phone, hoping it wasn't your brother calling you in to help out.
"Hello?"
"H-hi, (Y/N)! It-it's Matthew, eh." A voice said over the phone, almost making you fall off your bed. You gave him your number two weeks ago but this was the first time he has called you.
"H-Hi! I, um, didn't know you were calling." You said awkwardly.
"Yeah, I-I was just calling t-to ask if you want to come o-o-over today, eh?" He stuttered, sounding even more nervous than usual. You blushed but smiled, getting up from your bed and changing into normal clothes.
"S-Sure, where do you live?" He gave you the address and you were sitting in front of a nice and warm fire three hours later. Matthew was on the other side of the couch handing you a fresh plate of homemade pancakes with your favorite toppings(Or none if you just like syrup).
"T-Thanks, Matthew. You really didn't have to do this for me." You said quietly, taking a small bite of pancake. You smiled, always loving the way he made pancakes. He smiled with you, getting under the same blanket.
"That's real nice of you to say, eh." he said, eating pancakes with you and turned on a hockey game. You didn't know anything other than what he had told you, so you could kind of keep up. You ate in comfortable silence, which was just fine by you. You finished eating and put your plate on the ground, sitting back again
"H-hey." You looked at Matthew. He was blushing, making you frown and lean over to him, putting your hand on his forehead, making him grow redder.
"Are you coming down with something, Matthew? You're all red." You said, your caring nature taking care of your normal shy stutter. You also have been talking with Matthew for a while and was now your closest friend. He shrunk back against the couch, seeming to almost disappear into the blankets and pillows.
"U-Um, N-no! I-I-I'm f-f-fIne!" His stuttering was getting worse, but he looked so cute that you had to giggle, closing your eyes.
"Your so funny, Matthew." You said, but stopped when a pair of lips crashed into yours, making you freeze. A second later you were falling off the couch, Matthew ending up on top of you. You were tangled up in the blankets, unable to get out. Matthew was a blushing mess, stutter only getting worse.
"S-s-sor-r-ry! I-I-I didn' mean for this to happen!" He whisper shouted. You were pinned to him, but for some reason you were comfortable. You put your head against his chest, making him stop and freeze.
"I r-really l-like you, M-Matthew. It's ok." You said, not really sure what to say.
"R-Really? If I'm making you uncomfortable or there is s-someone-" You looked up, smiling at him.
"There is no one else. I-I really like you. J-Just you." you said, nervously kissing him. He kissed back awkwardly. The most embarrassing part was that he had to call a friend to help. They burst through the door, dressed in an aviator's jacket and glasses. He yelled something about being a hero but stopped. Then started to take pictures; you had never seen Matthew so mad. It was kind of cute, you thought.
N. Italy: It was your turn to cook dinner tonight and Feli had just called and basically invited himself over with Kiku and Ludwig. You cursed him out when he hung up the phone but smiled a little while later, shaking your head at the spaz. As such, you were making everyone's favorite foods. You asked Romano how to make Feli's favorite pasta and sauce, making a few different types of baked potatoes and sausages for Ludwig, and finally, which you couldn't for the life of you figure out, sushi for Kiku. You heard a knock on the front door and stopped making the last sushi roll and opened it to a huge hug from the little italian.
"Ve~ (Y/N)! I haven't-a seen you in-a forever. The food smells so-a good! I-a hope it wasn't too much-a trouble-" He went on like that for about another minute before Ludwig smacked him upside the head, muttering that he was beings idiot and needed to let them in. Feli looked downcast but obliged. You looked apologetically at Ludwig and Kiku, who merely nodded back.
"Come on, Feli. I made your favorite~"You sang, grabbing the little italians hand and showing him to the table with the others. This seemed to cheer him up and much to Ludwig and Kiku's chagrin both of you talked and laughed all the way through dinner. After dinner, however, Feli decided to take a nap on your couch. Ludwig stood over Feli, looking ticked and raised a fist.
"Jou dummkopf! (Y/N) made an effort to make us a vonderful meal and jou von't even help to clean it up?"
"Let him sleep. It's not that much trouble anyway." you called to him, putting away a dish while Kiku dried; You have known Feli for months and had come to expect it. Ludwig huffed but left Feli alone. You three chatted for a while and they eventually left; leaving behind a very lazy Feli. You smiled at how cute he looked on your couch but he need to get home, so you shook his shoulder. Nothing. Not even a twitch. So you tried everything, but the only thing that worked was mentioning pasta. He shot up, happy and as energetic as ever.
"Ve~! Hey, where-a is everyone? Did they-a just leave-a me here, don't-a they love-a me anymore-a?!" He began to freak out, making you sigh and pat his head; that stopped him.
"No, they still love you. They just wanted to go home, that's all. Come on, let's get you home before I get an earful from Romano." You said, getting your car keys.
"But I-a don't-a want to go home. I want to a stay with the sweetest Bella for-a ever." he said, hugging you from behind. You blushed but laughed it off, getting the both of you in the car. You were outside his door but he wasn't getting out of the car. You turned to him with worry.
"Did you and Romano have a fight, Feli?" You asked, turning off the car/truck. He shook his head and smiled at you, but this time with his eyes fully opened so you could see the beautiful brown hue. You were mesmerised by those eyes, which only made him smirk.
"Oh, it's-a just I have been-a wondering about-a something." he said. You blinked and sat up straighter, blushing and trying to look away from those big, cute eyes.
"Um, what is it?" You asked.
"That-a girlfriend like you could be-a great kisser." He said, still not looking away from you. If there was a name for the shade of red you turned you didn't know it. You began to stutter, completely caught off guard.
"You were what-? I...a wha? How-" You were cut off by Feli leaping over the center of the car/truck and kissing you, deeply. You blushed and tried to tear him off in surprise. You were breathless and blushing when he broke it off. He wasn't that bad, but you weren't going to tell him that.
"What was that, Feli!?" You whispered yelled at him, trying to catch your breath and control your blush. His eyes closed to normal and flashed you the irresistible smile.
"I was right! You are a great kisser." he said, getting out of the car/truck and walking up to his door. You blinked, brain trying to unfry its circuits and figure out what he meant by that. Your face them grew red with anger as you stomped out of the car/truck, walking over to him. He turned around to find your lips on his, making him smile even more brightly than ever.
"Don't ever kiss your girlfriend and run, you tomato jerk." you mutter and kissed him again.
"Ve~! But you-a love me, Bella~!" He sang, hugging you.
Russia: Today you were hanging out at your boyfriend's; Ivan's, house and caring for the sunflowers you and Ivan grew. You have been dating for more than a few weeks and really cared for the big guy. You even helped him build a small greenhouse so he could have his own sunflowers any time he wanted. You only knew he was there half the time because the strong scent of vodka. You turned to him and smiled.
"Hey, Ivan. How was your meeting?" You asked, wiping off your hands. His smiling face turned to you, sitting down at the table just outside of the indoor greenhouse.
"Good, Alfred tried to take my scarf, Feli and Romano ran from me, and my little sister followed me around. But I managed to get Estonia to agree to my offer?" His smile changed ever so slightly, making you pause.
"Did you use… the magic metal pipe of pain again?" You found out about it when a dangerous customer had come in the store while Ivan was there a few months ago. He smiled and got up, patting you on the head.
"Don't worry, sunflower! I didn't need to!" he said, taking out the flask and unscrewing the cap. You frowned, not liking him drinking in the middle of the day.
"Was the meeting that bad?" You asked, crossing your arms over your chest. He smiled and hiccuped, cheek growing a little pink.
"Het! It went nicely! Vodkaaaaaaa~!"He sang, picking you up and swinging you around. You yelped and squirmed, forgetting that he liked to do that when he was a little tipsy. He set you down, giggling like a child. You shook your head, placing your hands on your hips.
"Ivan, I think that's enough vodka-" He jumped away from you, holding his flask closely.
"Hey!Het!het!Het!" he shouted curling up in the corner. You looked at him, wondering how a big, scary guy that can make any thug cower in fear look so cute and fluffy and how did you ever get so lucky to have him. You shook your head, laughing.
"Ok, then let's get you some water and we can go sledding in the snow, big guy." You said, walking over to him and grabbing one of his giant gloved hands.
"Snow~! Vodka~!" He sang, giggling. He stood up, towering over you. You shook your head and pulled, but he didn't move. You tugged again, but it was like trying to move a mountain. You looked up at him, confused.
"Ivan? Come on, let's go sledding. What's wrong?" You asked. He had a smile on his face, but it was sadder, more lonely. He reached up with his other hand and cupped your cheek, looking at you sadly.
"Why are you with me, little sunflower? You are too sweet of a flower for the winter that I am, da?" He said, making you blink at his strange analogy. You hugged him, feeling terrible that he would ever think that he was bad. Sure, he had his moments, but really he was just misunderstood.
"Ivan, you aren't that bad! You have rough patches, but no one is perfect. People just don't want to get close enough to see the real you. Don't worry, I'll be here for you." You said. He chuckled and walked into the greenhouse, half dragging half carrying you. You let him, feeling safe and warm in his arms. He set you down in the middle of a tiny field of sunflowers surrounded by a winter wonderland.
"You are the most beautiful flower here, (Y/N), you know that, da?" He said, leaning close. You were blushing, but leaned in as well. He was blushing as bad as you were, but he moved with confidence. You closed your eyes and felt a butterfly's kiss on your lips, slowly molding into a childish, warm one.
"Hey Ivan? I wanted to- OH MY GOD I'M SO SORRY!" Eduard von Bock, one of Ivan's 'friends' said as he walked into the room. You lept back, blushing and trying to hide your blush in the flowers. Ivan stood up, a purple aura surrounding him. He turned his head and started to mutter 'Kolkolkol Kolkolkol' at the poor man. You felt a rush on wind and suddenly you two were alone. The purple aura that had faded and he smiled again, going over to you and hugging you from behind.
"Sorry, sunflower. I'm sure he will get what he deserves later for embarrassing you, da?" He said, pulling you into his lap and he sat down. You were still blushing, but you were smiling as you cuddled into his chest.
"Just no magic metal pipe of pain, right?" You said, to which he only replied with a dark chuckle as he played with your hair.
Japan: You were hanging out at Kiku's house and drinking tea, watching anime under your favorite anime. He was starting to show some emotion when he watched, and as you slowly (after many months) got to know him a little better he started to show you more of his emotional side. You were eating a new treat that he showed you called pocky and you were in love with them, chowing down box after box at home. Now, you were on your last pocky and both you and him reached for it at the same time. You jerked your hand back the same time he did, both of you blushing.
"I'm sorry!" You said, offering the pocky out to him. He held up his hand, still blushing.
"No, you can have it. I rearry don't need it." he said, but you felt guilty for eating most of his pocky, so you took it out and got ready to snap it in half. He stopped you, making you look up.
"Don't break it. It is said to bring rearry bad ruck to whoever breaks it in the presence of a friend." he said, looking you dead in the eye. You blinked, knowing he was superstitious, though not horribly so. You didn't fully believe him but didn't want to hurt his feeling. So you looked between the pocky and him. He took it from you and smiled ever so slightly.
"Here, I have an idea. To avoid the bad ruck, we eat it at the same time." he said, making you look at him confused.
"Um, ok?" you said, shifting so you could look at him and took the pocky that was already in his mouth in your own. He smiled and started to nibble on his end, you doing the same. Your faces got closer and closer, making you blush deeper and deeper. Eventually to avoid really embarrassing yourself you closed your eyes. You felt his breath on your lips right before his lips met yours. You were really blushing right now, but when he began to kiss you, sweetly and very shyly, you began to relax. You broke off after a few seconds, Kiku whipping his head away from yours, face bright red.
"S-so, no bad ruck, I guess." he stuttered, going back to watching the anime. You smiled, still blushing. You cuddled up next to him, making him stiffen. You leaned up and kissed his check as a quick peck, making his face only grow redder.
"No bad luck." you said, settling down to watch the anime. After a while, he tentatively wrapped his arms around your shoulder and rested his head against yours. You leaned into him, happier than ever before; closing your eyes in bliss.
"Dudes! Kiku is getting it on with (Y/N)! Come check it out!" Alfred, who you had meet a few weeks ago, shouted through the now broken window. You leapt apart and Kiku started to 'shout angrily' at Alfred, who ran off laughing. Kiku spent the rest of the day in the corner, face red and curled up in thick blankets and refused to come out of the corner, no matter how hard you tried. To contain your laughter. The rest of the day spent trying to get your boyfriend out of the corner and telling him that you wouldn't invade his personal space unless he let you.
France: The moment you decided to go with Francis to travel in Paris was the start of a nightmare. Travel was a nightmare, people were a nightmare, his flirting was a nightmare, and Arthur was always complaining, which was always a nightmare(but funny at the same time). By the time you were at Paris, you were feeling anything but love in that city. Presently, you were sitting outside of a chocolate shop, recovering in the shade of the canopy.
"(Y/N)! Arthur! Allons-y, mes amis! We have only been touring the city for two hours! We have yet to visit le Arch de Triomphe et le Tour de Eiffel!" Francis shouted looking less like a tourist and more like a local, which infuriated you because all the girls were flirting with him. Arthur had given up and decided to go back to the hotel, not coming out until the trip was over. You groaned and looked at him, seeing it was only four in the afternoon.
"Francis, you do realize that all this walking is exhausting, right? And can't we visit the Tour de Eiffel at night or something? Let's go try some local cuisine and rest a little, Oui?" You said, getting up and adjusting your hat for the sun. He seemed a little crest fallen but smiled and agreed, taking you to strange and amazing restaurants with such expertise that he may as well be a local. You tried your best to keep up with him, but by the time the sun was setting and you had reached the Eiffel Tower, you were exhausted.
"Francis, do I have to climb that?" You whined, slumping against a lamp post.
"Hononon, ma cheré, it's only a few stairs! I promise zhat it is a view to die for!" he said, grabbing your wrist and practically dragging you to the metal monstrosity.
"To die for… emphasis on the 'dead' part. And we can't just take the elevator?" You muttered, but followed his lead and climbed the stairs. A long, long, long while later, you both were at the top with you sitting on the inside and breathing heavily with Francis looking out to the city.
"Come, ma cheré! Look at zhe beautiful city." You were still breathing heavily but you stood up and walked to the edge. You gasped, in awe of the scene in front of you. He was right, it was a view to see.
"This is beautiful, Francis! It's almost worth the climb." You said, chuckling at the poor joke. He turned, leaning against the railing and looking at you.
"Oui, it is a beautiful scene. However, I will never grow tired of the scene zat I hope I will see all my life." he said, leaning closer and putting his hand on your waist. You were used to your boyfriend being touchy feely with you, but for some reason this felt different. You laughed nervously, turning away from him and looking out into the city.
"That's very funny Francis. I wouldn't expect you to use something so cheesy." You laughed nervously, but he moved his hands up your body gently until he reached your cheek, holding it gently.
"Why would I need to use a cheesy line when I can tell you what I truly feel in my heart?" he asked, leaning in slowly. You knew it was going to happen and the moment felt so… right. You leaned in as well, closing your eyes. You felt his lips on yours, gently kissing you. You didn't really expect him to be so kind and loving in the kiss the way he was before, but his kissed you like he was trying to tell you how much he loved you. You moved to face him and put your arm around his neck, pulling him closer. He smirked in the kiss and wrapped his other arm around your waist, pulling you close. You didn't know how long you stood there but after what felt like an eternity and no time at all he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.
"Ma cheré. Ma amour. You like, non?" He asked, whispering to you. You blushed and nodded, laughing shyly.
"Yeah, it was ok." He pulled back and raised his eyebrow, a knowing smirk on his face.
"(Y/N), I zink it was a little better than ok, non?" he said, rubbing your back lovingly. You shook your head in defeat, leaning your head against his strong chest and looking out into the city.
"You're right. It was the best kiss I've ever had. I wish we could stay here forever." You muttered, making him chuckle.
"Honhonhon! Now who is being zhe cheesy one~" he said playfully, but he didn't move. You two stood there for a few more second before Francis's phone rang. He sighed and picked it up and answered.
"Oui?" You could hear Arthur yelling through the phone. You then had to listen to the both of them bicker the entire way back to the hotel. For a moment you had felt the magic of the city of love, but now … Not so much.
S. Italy: "Romano! What the hell are you doing with that shovel!" You yelled, storming out of your house in a sweatshirt and sweatpants. It was the middle of winter, your first with Romano. He looked up, giving you his usual glare.
"What-a do you-a think I'm doing?! I'm-a going to-a bury that-a tomato-bastard for-a taking my-a pasta!" He said, a tick mark on his forehead.
"With a snow shovel when it's not even snowing?!" You scream, stomping out in your bare feet. You didn't see the patch of ice and you slipped, yelling as you went down. You hit butt first and yelped in pain, feeling it bruise. You looked up to see Romano laughing his butt off, falling on the ground while he clutched his side. You began to tear up, a little hurt that he was laughing at you.
"So you think its funny when I get hurt, you jerk!" You shouted, getting up and storming back into your house. You slammed the door behind you and locked it, much to the Italian's disfavor. You sat on your couch and pouted, feeling hurt. A few hours later you were washing dishes and feeling bad for yelling at Romano when you heard the front door open. You looked up and saw Romano standing in the doorway, bushing and holding out the shovel. You huffed and turned back to the dishes, too proud to apologise.
"(Y/N)." He said, putting the shovel down and walking into the house, hands in his pockets with his head down. "(Y/N), bella, I'm-a… I'm-a sorry I-a laughed at you. I-a didn't know you would-a hate me when I-a did." he was puffing out his cheeks and blushing even harder, but then he held out something to you. You looked at him, then what was in his hand. It was a plate of pasta, but the sauce was arranged to write a word in cursive.
"Are you ok?" It said, making you blink. He made the effort to make this and then use it to ask if you were ok? You took the plate and set if off to the side, hugging him. He stumbled back, all your weight around his neck and in that hug.
"I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have yelled at you for laughing when I fell. It might have looked very funny and you didn't know it hurt. Do you forgive me?" You asked, burying your face in his chest. He sighed and wrapped his arms around you before his lifted your chin so you could look him in the eye.
"Bella, you know that I will always laugh with you, but I will never laugh at you, si?" You blinked the tears out of your eyes in time to feel his lips on yours, pressed forcefully but kindly into your lips. You blinked but once you realized what he was doing you relaxed and closed your eyes. You kissed back,making him groan with relief and hug you tighter. When you both broke for air he put his chin on your shoulder, bending down and hugging you.
Do I have to say I'm sorry, bella?" he asked in his cocky, attitude filled voice. You laughed and smacked him on the back of the head.
"Yes. But let me show you how you're supposed to apologize to me." He blinked in confusion as you slammed your lips roughly against his, making him gasp as his back hit the wall. You kissed heatedly for a few seconds before you broke it off. Romano grinned down at you.
"I should 'apologize' more often~" You grinned as he kissed you one more time, forgetting what you even were fighting about.
Spain: Three months have gone by and you and Antonio had been best friends and going to each other's houses. Today you were at your house with Antonio screaming at the football(Soccer for the Americans) game on the screen.
"¡Dois Moi! Chica, can you believe this mess!" He shouted, still cursing in spanish about one team scoring on the other. You smiled and shook your head, going over and patting his.
"Calm down, it's only a game. Besides, dinner's ready." You said, skipping back to the kitchen. It was late fall but you had the heat turned way up so you could skip around in your favorite shorts and tank top. You plated the meal and hid the churros before he could see; those were for dessert. Antonio came from behind you and jabbed his fingers into your sides, making you yelp and jump in pain and surprise.
"Haha! You should have seen yourself, chica! Oh, your face was priceless!" He laughed making you smack his arm.
"No churros for you!" You shouted, taking both of your plates and going to sit down at the table. Antonio froze and blinked, blindsided by the fact that you used his favorite treat against him.
"¡No! Anything but that, chica!" Antonio wailed, throwing his arms up dramatically. You laughed at his antics, shaking your head and starting your meal.
"Then sit down and eat!" You shouted, laughing as he lept into his chair eating his food greedily. After the meal he thanked you and started on the dishes, going almost supersonic.
"You really want those churros, huh?" You said, shaking your head as he took the dirty plate out of you hands; his wonderful laugh rang throughout the kitchen.
"How did you know, chica?" he chuckled, putting all the dishes away. You shook your head, taking the churros out of their hiding place. You offered one tentatively out to him, fearing for your fingers sake. He took one gently and bit into it, closing his eyes and smiling with pleasure.
"As always. Best. Churros. Ever!" He said, now really starting to chow down. You laughed.
"Well, I had a great teacher, but it certainly didn't help that I have been making them almost every night for the past however many months we have known each other." You said, finishing your churro. He had long since finished his and was watching you on the other side of the kitchen. You smiled and licked your lips, stopping when you heard him laughing; you looked at him with a eyebrow raised.
"What's so funny?" You asked, watching him as he walked towards you with a confident stride. He laughed again and shook his head and got a towel.
"You have sugar on your lips, chica. Here~" he began to wipe your lips as you stood there frozen. He had his flirty moments, sure, but this was a whole new level. You were tomato red at this point, but you were trying to stay still. He finished wiping off the sugar and backed away, eyes half closed and had as slow smirk growing. You blushed and looked away.
"Oh dear. It looked like it still won't come off, chica~" he whispered leaning in and brushing his lips with yours. Your breath hitched as you gripped the counter behind you for support. He smirked and wrapped his arm around you, holding you up. He then kissed you for real, not even being shy anymore. You were in heaven, kissing him back. After a few seconds he broke off, both of you a little breathless.
"Well, chica, I think I got most of it off. But you still taste so sweet." he muttered, kissing your face and taunting your lips again before you put your fingers to his lips; stopping him.
"You have some sugar on your face still." you said, kissing him deeply. You spent the rest of the evening 'cleaning' up and talking, neither of you wanting to be far from the other. Nor did either of you stop smiling.
Prussia: "Again?!" You yelled into the phone, the sound of a club in the background pounding in your ear. You were sitting home alone and getting ready for bed when your phone rang. It wasn't a surprise that Gilbert called you because you usually called Ludwig to go pick up his brother. But this time he managed to drag Ludwig with him and Feli, making you the designated driver. You were fuming because it was the third time in the month that you had to pick them up from a club like this. You have known Gilbert for six months now and become his girlfriend a little while after, but this was really starting to test your patience.
"Ah, don't be *hic* like that, liebe~! Ve vere just *hic* having some fun~! Ve vere going to call earlier *hic*, but I couldn't find my phone. So *hic* I'm borrowing a phone fromm*hic* a very-"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll turn your phone off. Which club is it this time?" You ask and he told you, hanging up. You sighed and got the couch ready, knowing that he was going to crash at your house again. You even had an entire drawer for him and had gotten a bigger bucket for him when he 'can't contain his awesomeness' and becomes completely unawesome for a few minutes. You sighed, at least grateful that he was sober enough to call you himself. Usually the bartender had to call you. It was sad sometimes, but Gilbert had his bright moments. You thought of all the times that he made you laugh and made your day after work manageable. Those times were the only reason why you were picking him up. The blackmail was epic, which helped.
"Where are they?" You asked the bouncer, looking around the club that they frequented. The bouncer just nodded and pointed to a corner, not even asking questions. People in line sounded pissed, but you just went in and helped the other bouncer carry Feli while he carried Gilbert and Ludwig. Ludwig as absolutely hammered and Feli was passed out, murmuring about pasta and scary potatoes. Gilbert was only kinda buzzed, which meant he was at least manageable.
"Ah, leibe~! Dankeschön, you came." He sang, getting into his usual spot next to you. You thanked the bouncer and took the other two home. Feli had woken up when you got to his house but you called Romano; much to his chagrin, and handed off Feli. Then with a bit of Gilbert's help you managed to get Ludwig off to bed. Finally, you made your way home and gave Gilbert a few advil and bottled water. Soon he began to sober up a little, but you left him alone to go take a shower and to get the smell of alcohol off. You got out of the shower and saw that Gilbert was nowhere to be seen. Puzzled, you began to look for him and found him in the garage with a small pile of tools. You frowned and walked over to see he had already jacketed up the car/truck and was working on the wheel.
"What are you doing?" You asked, making him jump a little and drop a tool, making a loud clash. He cursed in german and shook out his hand, other hand holding his head.
"Nothing, liebe. Just heard something veird vhile jou vere driving and I vanted to check it out." he said, getting under the car and rummaging around under it. You blinked and left him to work, though you made a mental note to make sure he didn't mess up anything in the morning. In fact, you were wondering how he noticed any noise in the condition he was in. You were woken up the next morning by someone frantically knocking on your door. You jumped out of bed and ran to the door, trying to bring your mind back to planet Earth and blink the blurriness out of your eyes.
"What? Whats going on, Gilb-"
"(Y/N)! Jou will be happy to know that I found the source of zhe funny sound!" He shouted, holding up a set of burnt breaks. You blinked the last of the blurriness out of you eyes and saw that he was covered from head to toe in grim, his grey shirt now back and rough hands covered in grease and oil. You looked at him, amazed.
"I also changed zhe oil, zhe oil flilter, rotated zhe tires…" he listed off more repairs and maintenance for a few more seconds before you stopped him.
"Gilbert? Did you spend all night working on my car?" You asked. He stopped and smiled sheepishly.
"Vell, I kinda vanted to say thanks for picking me and mien bruder up. I know I can be unawesome sometimes and jou get unhappy or mad at me. And I vas too avake to do anything else, so…" he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly.
You blinked, absolutely surprised and flattered that he spent all night working in order to thank you and more or less apologize. You reached out and grabbed the front of his oily and greasy shirt and slammed your lips on his. He froze and panicked for a second, but once he realized what was happening, he grinned and kissed back, wrapping his sweaty, greasy arms around you. After a few seconds you broke off, panting slightly.
"You are awesome, Gilbert. Thank you." You whispered, smiling; his mischievous grin only grew wider and he puffed out his chest.
"Vell of course I'm awesome! I would have thought my awesome girlfriend would have known that a vhile ago!" he shouted, hugging you closer. You shook your head and wiggled out of his grip, much to his dismay.
"Get in the shower, Mr. Awesome. I have to get dressed and get ready for work." you said, leaving him in the hall and locked the door.
"That was very unawesome, (Y/N)!" he shouted through the door, making you giggle as he went off to shower.
Greece: You two were hanging out at your house with Heracles and playing with the kitten you saved, named (K/N). Well, you were playing with him while Heracles was taking a nap on the couch, snoring a little. You were beginning to get bored and decided to mess with him. You placed the kitten on his chest and wiped a bit of catnip and tuna on his nose. He woke up to (K/N) almost biting his nose off, waving his arm wildly as his eyes shot open. You laughed a little and felt bad as his nose slowly became bright red. You got up and sat next to him on the couch as he looked down at is hands dejectedly.
"I'm sorry, Heracles. That was kinda mean. Here." You gave him a feather kiss to the tip of his nose and smiled at him. "Feel better?" You asked taking one of his hands in your own. He blinked and frowned at you.
"You missed." He said, making you blink and open your mouth to ask what he was talking about until he leaned in and kissed you. You melted into the kiss after a few seconds and put your hand to his cheek and the other against his chest. He pulled away and smiled a lazy and happy smile.
"I don't mind you waking me up, (Y/N). But please don't use the cat." He asked rubbing his nose. You laugh sheepishly and agreed kissing him again and cuddling into his chest.
Author's Note: Heyo, Everyone~! Yes, I put the kiss scene before the actual asking out, but please keep in mind that these are in a random order! I just got impatient and might have written more then I thought I should but oh well! I am updating every week as much as I can so bare with me. If you have read the intro then tyou know the rules and if you haven't, shame on you! (Not really! Please don't hurt me!) But anyway, I hope you guys are enjoying it and I hope you guys will review and help me make it better. If you have suggestions just let me know. Read on, everyone!(^^)