America: Meeting the parents was just a part of the dating process but that didn't make you feel any better. However, when you talked with Alfred about it he gave you his signature grin and threw his thumb up in the air.
"It's all cool, (Y/N)! What parent wouldn't want this hero to love and protect their kid? They'll love me!" You relaxed a little. Now, however, standing outside the diner with your parents waiting patiently inside your hero was acting a little less like your hero. Fidgeting in his new suit, dress pants, dress shoes and tie. You thought he looked not only handsome but as sexy as hell, but he kept stalling and trying to find a way out of the meeting. Finally, you grabbed his face and brought him into an exasperated kiss. That seemed to calm him down a little.
"Alfred, relax! It's just my parents. They just want to meet the one person that makes my life so happy. It's almost impossible for them to hate you." You hoped. He paused and frowned, brushing your hair out of your face.
"But if they don't like me I don't want you to have to choose between me and them..." he whispered, genuine fear in his eyes. You blinked and hugged him.
"The way you are, they would never disapprove of you." You said. With that last vote of confidence, Alfred straightened his suit and tie, a grin returning to his face. He opened the door politely for you and then walked confidently to your father.
"Hello, Mr.(L/N)! How are you doing? My name is Alfred F. Jones and I love burgers and your daughter!" He began shaking your father's hand really fast and excitedly, bewildering your father. You mom laughed and stood up, holding out her hand. Alfred turned to her and shook her hand but, this time, a little more gently. Your mother laughed and pulled him into a hug.
"Its so nice to finally meet you, Alfred. Your daughter has told us a lot about you." She said. You sat down with Alfred and then the ritual of your mom telling embarrassing stories about your childhood began. Every once and a while your father made a comment to Alfred or asked his a general question but, for the most part, he smiled and let your mother do the talking. By then end of dinner, you were tempted to never speak to your mother again and just disappear out of embarrassment. When you were saying goodbye your father did something very strange. He clapped his hand on Alfred's shoulder, causing Alfred to jump and look unsure for a moment.
"Son, if you ever need help with anything, just give me a call." He then smiled and patted Alfred's shoulder and walking to the car. You looked at him in a daze while you mother giggled and shot you a knowing look before she followed your father. Alfred waved after them, smiling widely.
"I like your parents. They are cool." He then turned to you, smiling lovingly at you. "So how did your hero do? Did I knock their socks off?"He asked, holding his hand out for you to take. You smiled widely and took it, wrapping your arm around his and hugging it tightly.
"Yes, they loved you."
Germany: "Come on, Leibe! Ve are gong to be late!" Ludwig shouted to you. You sighed and opened the bedroom door, your fancy clothes and makeup finally done.
"Ludwig, relax. You will only work yourself up into a nervous frenzy." You said, grabbing your wallet and walking out the door. The entire way Ludwig fidgeted in the driver's seat, muttering under his breath. When you got to the restaurant your father greeted you with a kiss on the cheek and then looked at Ludwig. Ludwig shifted nervously but stood ramrod straight and held out his hand stiffly. Your father narrowed his eyes at him, gripping Ludwig's hand firmly.
"So. You are the man who is dating my daughter?" He said, raising his eyebrow. Ludwig nodded, staring your father right in the eye.
"Yes, sir. I am Ludwig Beilschmidt. It's gud to meet you, sir." Your father then sat down,eyes never leaving Ludwig's. Your mom then stood up, holding out her hand and smiling.
"Oh, don't mind him! It's nice to finally meet you, Ludwig." She said, hugging his tightly. He began to look uncomfortable until you started talking to you family and starting a casual conversation. For the rest of dinner, Ludwig began coming out of his titanium shell, smiling kindly at your mother and being the polite, rigid man you knew him to be. Your mother loved him, laughing and asking him all sorts of embarrassing questions. When you all finished the dinner you walked outside. Your father pulled Ludwig off to the side while your mother pulled you in another direction.
"Hey! What's going on! "You asked, but your mother shushed you.
"Your father is just testing Ludwig. Give him a minute." She said, smiling. You waited tensely and then Ludwig came walking calmly out from around the building, your father smiling contently. He then patted Ludwig's shoulder and limping to the car. You mom then turned to you and sighed. "I guess he's a keeper." She said, running after your father.
"What happened between the two of you?" You asked, Ludwig looking uncertain.
"He just asked me to show me vhat I vould do if someone vere to attack jou. I didn't zhink I hit him zhat hard..." He said, leading you to the car. You blinked and then laughed.
"I told my dad that you are a military guy!" But otherwise, you knew that Ludwig was your man, through and through.
England: "I would love to meet your parents. Should we have them over so we can make something for them?" Arthur asked, smiling. You paused, wondering if he had read your mind; seeing how they had just asked to meet Arthur as well.
"Um, yeah, but how about I cook for them?" You suggested, blushing. You two argued about who would prepare dinner until you won. So, the next week your parents were coming for dinner. You tried to coach him on what to and what not to say to your parents, but Arthur seemed confident that he would win them over with just charm. When the night finally came you had vacuumed the house, dusted everything, washed everything, putting on your nice clothes while Arthur kept reassuring you that everything would be fine. When your parents finally came to the door you were almost ready to cancel. But as soon as you opened the door and received a loving hug from your mother you began to relax.
"Hello, (Your parent's pet name for you)! How are you?" And so began the greeting and introductions you had dreaded all week. Arthur walked up to both your parents and shook each of their hands.
"Hello, I'm (Y/N) boyfriend, Arthur Kirkland. It is a pleasure to meet the two of you." He said, smiling broadly. Your mother frowned suspiciously at him but shook his hand. Your father was slightly more welcoming; having seen how comfortably Arthur wore a suit and his manners were superb.
"Hello Arthur! Please call me (F/N)." They started talking casually right away as you went to the kitchen to take out the food that you had been making. You mother followed you, pestering you with questions about Arthur that you had answered a hundred times. You rolled you eyes and told her to ask him herself if she really didn't believe you. She went quite for a little while before she sat at the table. The dinner was going smoothly until Arthur asked your mother how she was doing.
"Oh, Arthur, how nice of you to ask!" She said happily, but then the other shoe dropped and she began pestering him with unending questions. At first, Arthur was bewildered but slowly he began answering every question calmly; even a few of the most embarrassing ones. Eventually, Arthur could see that she was just trying to get a rise out of him or some reason to dislike him so he reached out to you and gripped your hand.
"Mrs.(L/N)? I am honored by the questions and your interest in me, but this relationship is about your daughter. She by no reason should be with me when she could do better by other men but I can assure you I will treat her with respect, care, and all the love she deserves. I love her and will do whatever it takes to make her happy." He said. You gasped, never hearing him say something so wonderful and kind. He squeeze you hand and smiled at you. You mother glanced between the two of you, still glaring.
"And if I disapprove?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. You jumped up, outraged that your mother would be so cruel.
"Mom! How could-" Arthur stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder, frowning at your mother.
"Ma'am, if you disapprove of me then there is nothing I can do about it. I will not force her to choose between her family and me but if she still chooses to love me then I will fight anyone that tried to deny her happiness," he said, a protective aura forming around him as he held your hand. Your mother pursed her lips, standing up and walking over to Arthur. He stiffened, ready to take whatever comes. You mother raised her hand to Arthur's face, glaring. Your father and you dove to protect Arthur but your mother just patted his cheek lovingly, smiling.
"You will do just fine." She said,sitting back down. After all of you came out of your daze your mother explain that she read about to the best way to test a boyfriend was to put him under extreme pressure as well as the girlfriend. Apparently Arthur passed with flying colors.
"Mom!" You yelled while your father scolded her, hating the tabloids that your mother always read. Your mom apologize and the dinner resumed in a much more lighthearted setting. When they left Arthur slumped in his chair, taking a tiny sip of bourbon with tea.
"Well, that was an experience..." He gasped. You nodded and relaxed the rest of the night, relieved that the nightmare was finally over.
Canada: Matthew was sitting at your families restaurant and chatting with you whenever you could spare the time, just like any other time. But today your mom came over and sat across from Matthiew, smiling brightly.
"Is this seat taken?" She asked, and since he had never seen your mom he nodded, being polite. She sat down calmly and began striking up a casual conversation during the breakfast , being the shy person he was, didn't really say much and nodded his head. Your mom then asked him about why he came here so often, to which Matthiew was more than happy to answer.
"This place has wonderful pancakes and coffee! (Y/N) Also works here and sometimes I help her when she is being overworked, you know. She will then hang out with me and we drink hot chocolate in the cold weather and go skating every Friday." Some of his shyness fading. Your mother smiled and nodded, waving you over. You paled at the sight of Matthiew and walked over, faking a smile.
"Hey mom, can I get you anything?" You asked hesitantly. Matthiew blushed and then paled, looking at your mother who was now laughing.
"Nope! just wanted to meet our boyfriend, that's all. Well, I suppose I'll leave the two of you alone." She said, walking back into the kitchen to gush over her daughter's love life. You sighed and looked at the frightened and confused Matthiew.
"I swear I didn't know it was your mother! I hope I didn't insult her or make her disapprove of me..." He whispered worriedly. You sighed and gave him another plate of his favorite pancakes.
"You would know if she disapproved, trust me." You said, walking away and leaving Matthiew with his confused and racing thoughts.
N. Italy: You were a little nervous for your parents to meet Feli, but the biggest worry was how your younger sister would react. (if you don't have a sister please pretend you do? Please?) She was thirteen and very judgmental and strong willed so you really wat her to approve of just one boyfriend. You warned Feli about her but you still were a little unsure of what would happen.
"Sí, Bella. I'm-a sure she will-a be just fine." He reassured, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. You blushed and knocked on the door with a little more confidence. Your father answered the door with an annoyed scowl until he recognized who was at the door. He then broke into a huge grin and hugged you.
"Hey, there's my favorite kid! You finally brought the boy, huh?" He said clapping Feli roughly on the shoulder. Feli began to shake in fear quivering under your father's friendly but rough treatment. You sighed but nodded.
"Yes, this is Feliciano Vargas, my boyfriend." You said, making feli nod shakily in agreement.
"It's nice to meet you, sir, but-a maybe you could-a stop hitting me?" he asked, fear causing his voice to quake. You father laughed and stopped pounding on his back, but Feli still looked fearfully sick. Next was your mother, who was making dinner.
"Hi, honey! I was just making your favorite pasta dish!" She called happily, stirring the pasta. Feli immediately perked up and ran into the kitchen.
"Pasta! Your so-a wonderful, Mrs.(L/N)! Can -a help you?" He asked, starting your mother. She nodded and gave him vague instructions, thinking that he was a novice at cooking. You smirked as Feli began to not only show her how well he could cook, but he also improved her recipe. Somehow in that brief half-hour time, he managed to make perfect garlic bread. You all sat around the table, with clear approval from both parent until the real test stomped her way down the stairs. She was going through her 'life hates me and no one loves me' attitude phase even though her parents did everything they could to help her. You would call almost twice a week to make sure she was ok and try to get a civil conversation out of her. Still, she thought no one cared and was always rude, snippy, and downright mean. She stomped down stairs and rolled her eyes.
"Oh, great. (Y/N) Brought over here boyfriend. Not that he hasn't already cheated on her ugly ass." She snapped, grabbing a slice of garlic bread and sat down.
"(S/N), apologize to your sister and Feli." Your dad growled, face growing red with anger. You began to tear up, wondering why she was doing so mean to Feli as you looked over at him. Feli was frowning but said nothing, face unreadable. Your sister rolled her eyes and sneered.
"Why? I'm not wrong-"
"Well your very pretty. So who's the lucky boy?" Feli asked, smiling. You sister's eyes snapped wide, gasping at Feli. You all turned to him, confused and surprised. Feli nodded and pointed at the inside of your sister's wrist.
"TJ. Who's the lucky boy?" He asked again, smiling wider. You sister's face grew red and she shot out of her chair.
"I hate you! I don't like anyone! TJ is just a friend!" She screamed, running into her room. Feli frowned and blinked a few times, confused.
"Did-a I say something?" He asked, causing both of your parents to laugh.
"No, you just embarrassed her a little. trust me, she'll come around." Your mother reassured him before asking if he would like to play a card game before you left. You both agreed and played (F/C/G). Feli was funny to play with because he was so animated about it, but his poker face was something that was nonexistent. Afer a few hours of laughter and storytelling, your sister finally came down 'stealthily' and sat in a chair just outside the room, looking at all the fun you were having. You all quieted down b did not look at her in case she tried to bolt again.
"He's a guy in my biology class..." She mumbled, blushing and grumbling into her folded arms on the table. You all looked at her, Your mom and Feli smiling happily.
"Aw, that's so sweet!" Your mother gushed, placing down her cards. She huffed and looked away, still blushing. She then looked at Feli and held out her hand.
"(S/N). Nice to meet you, you ugly cheating jerk..." She muttered, shaking his hand before disappearing back into her room. Your mother and father looked at Feli in amazement while he smiled and sang softly to himself.
"How did you do that?" She asked.
"My brother is the same way. He just needs-a some to show him that he cares." You mother gave you a serious glance and pointed at Feli.
"If you don't marry him I will."
"Mom!"
Russia: Ivan was nervously fidgeting with his scarf outside your parent's doorway, towering over the door. He looked down at you and fidgeted again.
"You sure, Sunflower? I met parents today is okey with you?" He asked his Russian accent getting thicker the more nervous he became. You smile and nodded, fixing his scarf for him.
"Just be yourself and you will be just fine." You assured him, but he still looked awkward and unconvinced. Your father finally opened the door and looked up at Ivan.
"Who are you?" He snapped,trying to not looked intimidated by Ivan. Ivan smiled shakily and held out his hand.
"привет, Mr.(L/N). Nice to be met you." He stuttered, blushing at his strangely broken English. Your father blinked in confusion and looked at you.
"Um, yeah. Nice to me you to Mr...?" Your father left the question hand.
"Иван Braginsky. I means Ivan Braginsky. He stuttered, blushing. Your father blinked and few times and sighed looking at you.
"You picked him, I'm just here for moral support..." he sighed walking into the house rubbing his face. Ivan looked at you worriedly.
"Does he not approve?" He asked as you walked into the house.
"Well, he hasn't raised his voice or pointed a gun at you so I guess he's ok?" Your father's reaction confused you until you saw your mother and the living room. You had told her Ivan was Russian and she took that to heart; seeing how she wanted you to date a foreigner forever. The room was decorated in traditional Russian style with Russian nesting dolls, Russian party dolls, crafts, a picture of the Saint Basil's Cathedral painting. The table set with traditional foods and deserts from Russia. Your mother was even dressed in a traditional blue Russian dress. Ivan blinked in amazement, face completely blank and unsure of how to react. Your father walked up with two shots of vodka and hand one to Ivan.
"I'm assuming that you have had a drink of this at some point in your life. I'm not going to get nailed with an underaged drinker?" He asked.
"No, sir. Vodka runs through veins." He smiled happily, downing the shot in a second. Your father nodded and mumbled a good luck.
"You're going to need more then that shot before you leave. There's more on the counter," he muttered, darting out of the room as your mother came rushing over, face red with exertion and smiling happily.
"Hello, Ivan! Sorry, I couldn't make it more like home but I didn't want you to be uncomfortable here. I also wanted to speak Russian but I was a little behind on my classes and didn't want to offend you. But it is so nice to meet you! And call me (M/N), please!" She said excitedly, shaking Ivan's hand furiously. van smiled and nodded saying nothing. You watched as your mother piled foods onto Ivan's plate and chatted nonstop; so much that even you were starting to get overwhelmed. Through it, all Ivan sat quietly and ate politely, but you could see that he was starting to get really uncomfortable and decided that he had enough of your mother.
"Well, thank you, mom, but I promised Ivan I would take him to a, uh, party later so we have to get going!" Thank ou for the food and everything!" ou said, grabbing Ivan's hand and almost dragging him out the door. When you two got in the car and drove away Ivan finally relaxed.
"Your mother is funny. So nice to think of my culture like that." He said, smiling shakily.
"Yeah, sorry that she can be a little overwhelming. That's why I kinda been stalling you meeting her." You said. More like her meeting you, you thought.
"Your father's brave man for marrying that woman," Ivan commented shuddering. You nodded in agreement, smiling.
Japan: Today was the day. Today Kiku was to meet your family. You walked up to the door with Kiku standing my your side, face unreadable. When your father opened the door with a disapproving scowl he understood why you were nervous.
"(Y/N), you are ten minutes late and dinner is getting cold." He said harshly, only giving you a quick hug in greeting. Kiku just nodded in greeting and held out his hand.
"Herro. I am Kiku Honda and it is a preasure to make your acquaintance Mr.(L/N)," he said, calmly looking your father in the eyes(Really he was looking at his nose but it was close enough). Your father frowned but shook his hand, turning around and walking into the house. Kiku looked at you and followed you. Ok, he hadn't immediately rejected Kiku...
"(Y/N)? Is that you, honey?" You mother shouted through the house, moving her glasses to a more comfortable position on her nose. She blinked a few times before she gave a flash of a smile and lead the two of you to your seats.
"Hello, You must be Kiku Honda we have heard so much about." She said, handing a small plate of food over to him. He nodded and introduced himself properly, taking a polite helping of food. Your father sat down and glared at Kiku, trying to find a single fault in his manners or his 'good boyfriend lie'.
"So, Kiki. How long have you been dating my daughter?" He asked, Kiku answering calmly. And so it began; the interview on if Kiku was worth dating you or not. Every once and a while your mother would ask a simple question like what he thought of the food or how his day went but other then that your father grilled Kiku. By the end of the interview, Kiku was shaking and looking around nervously. At the end of dinner, your father pushed his plate off to the side and stood up.
"I've got my eye on you, Kiku Honda. Don't screw this up." He warned before helping with the dishes and cleanup. Kiku paused and looked at you. confused. You held up your thumbs, smiling happily; Kiku nearly collapsed in his chair with relief.
France: "Francis! Look out for-" Thump, bang. And so entered your younger siblings attacking your boyfriend as soon as he walked around the corner.
"Merde!" Francis cursed, falling on his back as your ten-year-old brother and six-year-old sister tackled him.
"I got'em, Mom! I got (Y/N) boyfriend!"
"Got'em!" You sister shouted happily, wrapping her little arms and legs around Francis's leg while Your younger brother put Francis in a headlock.
"Let him go! Really? Is this how you treat a guest?" You shouted, face bright red with anger and embarrassment.
"But he's not a guest! He's your boyfriend and is invading the family! Don't worry! I'll use my Ultimate Jutsu and get rid of him!" He said, getting a large bag of legos out of his pocket. Before you or your mother could stop him Francis grinned and jumped up.
"Ohononon! Zhat is a nice try but it seems the intruder has the upper hand now!" He said, catching your brother up and swinging him around. Your brother yelped and let go of hi legos.
"Put me down!" he yelled, wiggling. Francis obliged, but as soon as your brother's feet touched the ground he tackled Francis, arms wrapping around his waist.
"Now I've got you!" He shouted. Francis went along and let your little sister and Brother kinda beat him up until your mother called them off for dinner. Francis then stood up and fixed his clothing, wide grin on his face. Your mother shook her head and apologized for your younger siblings.
"No problem. I had to take care of a few younger siblings in my day. They had a bit more of a punch." he said laughing. Your mom looked at you and winked.
"I expect grandkids after the wedding." She said and left the room. Francis laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your neck.
"I don't zhink that will be a problem, ma chére~" He whispered, grinned as he turned you around o kiss you properly.
"EW! PDA! MOM!" Your brother shouted, blushing.
"Then don't watch!" Your mom shouted, dragging him out of the room.
S. Italy: "Bella..." Romano whispered in your ear as drinks and food passed around at your family reunion. Yes, a perfect place for everyone to introduce themselves to your antisocial boyfriend. Your antisocial Uncle sat down next to him, beer in his hand and glared at Romano.
"So you're the one dating my niece. So, what do you think?" he asked, taking a big gulp of beer as he waited for Romano to respond.
"Yeah? What's it to you, you drunk bastard?" You boyfriend challenged, wrapping his arms around you. Your uncle raised his eyebrow and said nothing, slowly putting down the beer bottle. You paled and thought that this was bout to get ugly. Your uncle raised his hand and glared at Romano. Romano put on a brave face but he shook in your arms. Your uncle slammed his hand down... on Romano's shoulder laughing.
"Your not bad kid. Now get ready for the real test..." He said vaguely, but you both understood when your aunts and cousins crowded around the two of you. It took almost the entire length of the party to escape the endless questions and pampering and embarrassing stories. When you drove home Romano fidgeted, blush not fading.
"So..." you asked, waiting to see what would happen. He sighed and looked out the window,not saying a word. At a stop sign in the middle of the night, you received a text from your mother. You made sure no one was behind you and parked the car, reading the text.
I am so glad I got to meet Romano! I think he is a great guy and I hope that you will live happily ever after, my little princess!-Mom
PS: your father is passed out on the couch but he seemed to be ok with Romano but idk ;) -Mom
You closed your phone and smiled at Romano, putting the car in gear and driving the rest of the way home.
"What-a is it, Bella? Romano asked, getting out of the car and helping you out.
"Well, you're a huge hit!" you said excitedly while Romano paled.
"Does that-a mean I have to go back?" he asked, terrified.
Spain:"Chica? Are you sure it's alright for me to meet your parents? I mean, what if they don't like me?" He asked as you walked up to the stairs. You sighed and nodded, fixing his shirt.
"If I love you, so will they. Just act like yourself and they will have no reason to not love you." I hope! you muttered in your head, knocking on the door. Your mother opened the door and welcomes you in, your father dressed in his yard work shirt, his ugly boxers, and had two shotgun in his lap, cleaning his revolver.
"Hey, sunny. Glad you made it. Would you mind helping me clean my guns? They are a little touchy but don't let that scare ya." he said, grinning terrifyingly at Antonio. Toni grinned and nodded.
"Sí, Señor. Which one do you want me to clean?" Toni asked, accent getting thick with fear that he was trying to hide. Your father blinked and frowned.
"Dear, put the guns away. We are about to eat~" your mother pleaded, causing your father to grumble and put away his guns. "And put some clothes on!" She shouted; more grumbling and shuffling. Toni smiled at your mother and gave her a kind compliment about how young she looked and how nice the food looked. It didn't take long for him to charm his way into her heart, but the end of the meal he was forced to call her by her first name or mom. Your father took a little longer to warm up to. By the end of the lunch dinner, Toni yawned.
"Chica, I seemed to have missed my siesta..." he said, eyes closing sleepily. Your father looked up and frowned.
"Toni, is it? There's a football game on tonight; America vs Spain." He grumbled, standing up. Toni's eyes snapped open and he grinned.
"Cool, show me the way to the couch, Señor (L/N)." Your father huffed and lead him to the 'man cave' and they lounged on the two couches.
Prussia: At your parents house was a very interesting place to be. Your parents were pretty chill with your boyfriend, saying that you had to live with him, not them. The only real problem was the family dog. [Your choice of big dog, sorry, has to be a big dog:(] barked and growled at Gilbert, forcing your mother to throw him/her outside. The little luncheon was nice, a laid back get to know you kinda thing. But your dog barking was starting to get aggravating and people were starting to get suspicious. Your father growled and got up.
"Shut up, (D/N)!" He said, causing the dog to let out a small whimper before barking again, this time much harsher. Your father grabbed the shock collar that your family hated to use and walked to put it on the dog.
"Herr (L/N). Please, let me try somezhing before jou put zhat on zhem." He asked, walking past your father and walking into the backyard. You family froze for a moment, hearing the dog bark and snarled, Gilbert shouting something loudly in german. You all flew to the door, looking out to see if your dog had hurt him. It turned out that (D/N) was laying on his/her back, whimpering softly while Gilbert rubbed his/her belly.
"See, jour not such a big, scary dog in front of zhe awesome me!" he laughed, taking his/her muzzle in his hands and shaking it from side to side playfully.
"H-how did you do that?" you mother gasped, staring at the strange scene in front of her.
"Easy. Too many confusing Alpha males in one room and too few available females to protect. I also had to take care of mein little Bruder's dogs for a vhile so I'm gud vith dogs." He said, standing up. Your father sighed with relief, you shaking your head. (D/N) whined a little and stood up... biting Gilbert in the rump and tearing a hole his trousers, sprinting away with their tail between their legs. Gilbert yelled out in pain and surprise, glaring at the dog and running after them.
"Jou damn dog! I thought ve vere awesome friends!" he shouted as he chased (D/N) around. Your father joined the chase while you and your mother stared at them. You saw that (D/N) just wanted to play and it was a mere misunderstanding but your mother turned around and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"One; let me know when they're done so I can fix your boyfriends pants and two..." She walked a little into the house for her sewing kit. "And two, 'I'm awesome' boxers? Do I want to know?"
Greece: "So, I am meeting your parents?" He asked, rubbing your shoulders absentmindedly while he sat on the couch. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.
"That's why we are here, Hercules!" You hissed, straightening as your parents came in and sat across from you in the living room. And then there were the two cats. One was old and the other was just a kitten. The kitten was jumping around on the table and playing with Hercules's hair and figures, obviously warming up to him instantly. The older one hissed and with a critical eye in your father's lap, growling every once and a while.
"So, , why are you dating my daughter?" Your father asked, breaking the ice. Hercules blinked slowly and looked at you in confusion.
"Sir? I thought it would be obvious. She is the most beautiful and special creature on the planet. Animal's love her, especially cats. I love cats..." He trailed off, looking out the window. Your parents shared a look but then your mother asked her question, snapping Hercules's attention. He answer the rest of the questions honestly and respectful, but just when you relaxed he did his Hercules thing...
"My I pet your cat?" he asked in the middle of a sentence, staring at the old cat in your dad's lap. Your father jolted but nodded, picking the old cat out of his lap and kind of pushed it across the table. The old cat growled slowly louder until it's fur was fully up and hissing menacingly. Your mother watched with worry as Hercules reached out to it. The old cat swiped at him, hissing loudly. Hercules didn't flinch even when it drew blood. our mother asked him to stop but as soon as Hercules started rubbing your old cat's paws, the hissing and fur tossing stop. It stared confused at Hercules, but eventually it started purring and laid down. Hercules cradled it his arms and continued rubbing its paws.
"They are such soft paws. I see that you have caught so many mice with these regal paws. That's right, all you needed was someone to rub your paw pads..." He whispered, rocking it back and forth. Your father and mother stared between the two of you in awe.
"Well, at least, he's laid back..." Your mother offered, shaking her head. You smiled, knowing that he was accepted. Hercules looked up, confused.
"Have I done something wrong?" He asked. You shook your head and laughed. He shrugged and leaned his head back; passing out!
"Laid back indeed..."
Author's Note: Ok, I don't know how your parents would react specifically to your new and exotic boyfriend because I have never met your parents. So instead, I just made it universal; happily married mom and dad in upper to middle-class life to keep things simple. I know I kinda bombed a few of them, but all I can say is I tried! I'm not good with the whole meeting parents scene thing but I figured it was a good scenario. But anyway, if anyone thinks I botched this please tell me so I can fix it. Thank you for all the reviews and support. Special shoutout to American With British Accent for recommending this to me! If it's not to your liking I'm sorry! I tried but if there is a better scenario you wanted me to do just ask and I'll fix it. And as always, you want me to do a special someone or scenario just let me know. I'm currently writing a slightly longer one-shot for each of the characters so it might take me a bit to get to your request but I promise I will get to it. On that note, Read on, fellow Hetalians! :D