How would the Countryhumans Britain, France, Germany, and Russia react if fem! y/n learned their language just for them?
🦋🦋: OOHH!! YES YES! A fair warning, I used Google translate for French and Russian since I can already speak German and English :)
It was a very peaceful day in London, or as peaceful as it could be in the capital city. Britain was hosting his usual yearly meeting with Y/n and her leaders. Now, usually, he was not all too keen organizing trips and meetings with other countries, as he viewed them as a waste of time more times than now. But, with Y/n, it was quite different. Britain actually found himself enjoying her company, even if there was a glaring issue. Yn didn't speak English at all. But that was something he could ignore. After all, the woman was always so cheerful, happy, beautiful, and kind. And somehow, he could always tell what she wanted even without a translator nearby, and the same went for Y/n when it came to Britain. But, she was tired of having to vaguely point at stuff for Britain to understand her, and a translator was not a viable option for her either. The reason? Y/n had over time fallen in love with the British man, and she wanted to confess really bad to him. A translator, as good as they were, would just not do. She wanted to be the one to say it in a way that Britain would understand her. She wanted to tell him how she felt without a third person being involved in that moment. So, what did Y/n do to fix that problem? She studied English in the time both of them were separated. And today, it was finally the day she had been looking forward to!
'Just do it... Don't chicken out! Just say those three word- But what if he doesn't like me back?' Y/n thought to herself as she walked down the street with Britain. The man was pointing at some random buildings and speaking in a way that would be universally understood, unaware that she could speak English now. Y/n quietly gulped, smiling at Britain as her heart rate kept increasing.
'That accent gets me every time!' She thought, trying to think of the perfect moment to talk to him. Britain was meanwhile having his own issues with his feelings. Being this close to the woman was definitely causing a lot of sweat to form on his palms, and he had to catch himself a few times from saying stuff like 'you look beautiful as ever' and similar things.
'It's not like she would understand me, anyway.' Britain thought with an unintentionally loud sigh, causing Y/n to snap out of her state.
"Anyway... How...about we go and drink some tea?" Britain finally spoke up, signaling with his hands the action of drinking the same beverage, expecting a quick nod in return. But, the reality of what he actually got definitely hit him like a ton of bricks.
"I... I love you." Y/n blurted out with a flustered look.
"Oh well, I love you as we-" Before the Brit could finish his sentence, he stopped and stared at the flustered woman with wide eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up and for once, he was completely speechless. Her words and the cute accent were just too much for the man.
"Mr. Britain!!" Y/n exclaimed as Britain unintentionally walked into a light pole, causing him to fall flat on the ground.
"Are you alright?!" She quickly crouched down to check on any injuries, not paying attention to the people who had stopped to look at them. Britain didn't care about them much either. I mean, the woman he pretty much loved said she felt the same, and she had the most cutest accent when she spoke to him.
'She is so cute! Her looks! Her voice! And she loves me! She really loves me! We need to celebrate this!!' Britain thought with a boyish grin appearing on his face.
"Britain... Can you hear me? Hello?" Y/n continued to call out as the man got more and more lost in his thoughts.
'This wasn't how it was supposed to go!! At least I know he loves me as well...'
If someone had told Yn that she would be one day sitting with a country as powerful as France, she would have laughed in their faces. If they had told her that she would grow close enough to be one of his closest allies, she would have definitely died of laughter. But, all of that did end up happening, and she herself was unsure how that even happened. One day, Yn was invited for a first official meeting with France after gaining independence from her former boss, and now, she was sitting and talking with the man so casually and normally in a small cafe in Paris.
'He looks so good today!! Oh... Calm down, Yn.' The woman thought as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers that were on her lap. The reason as to why she was nervous? Well, first of all, France was a man she had been harboring feelings for, and the second reason was the fact that today she planned to show off some of her French language skills.
France, who was meanwhile oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued speaking in English and explaining how his week went. As much as he disliked using Britain's language this much, for Yn, he didn't mind it. After all, he would do anything to hear her laugh at his jokes and talk to him.
'Oh... whenever I use English, I feel like all the work my ancestors did was for nothing! But... I guess she is worth it.' France thought, a small smile appearing on his face when he heard Yn laugh at something he had said.
"Right! I knew that you would find it just as funny as I did, mon cher."
"I definitely did." Yn giggled while nodding her head, causing the man's heart rate to increase. She was definitely doing things to his mind and heart, and he didn't mind it one bit.
'Love is so beautiful and painful!!' The man thought dramatically as one of the waiters approached and stopped at their table to take the orders.
"Bonjour. Que désirez-vous commander aujourd'hui?" The French man asked as France cleared his throat to order for the both of them. But before he could even open his mouth, Yn had beaten him to it.
"Un chocolat chaud et un verre de vin, s'il vous plaît." The words came out of her mouth more naturally than she expected them to. It didn't takebher too long to think of them either, since both her and France always ordered the same, or similar things.
The waiter, who was unfazed by it, quickly wrote the order down and told them that it would be served soon before leaving the table.
"Merci beaucoup." Yn said to the man before looking back at the stunned and wide-eyed France.
"Mr. France, are you alright?" She nervously asked, worrying that she had said something wrong but got no answer in return.
'She... she spoke French?! Yn, mon joyau, mon monde... Spoke my language!! Not that stupid Brit's language!!!' A huge grin appeared on France's face and he quickly grabbed both of Yn's hands into his.
'Eh!! Ah! He is holding my hands!!' Flustered, Yn looked at the French nation with a nervous yet happy expression. This meant that she did alright for her first try.
"Mon monde! You never told me you spoke French! C'est incroyable! Tu es tellement adorable ! Mon cœur va exploser." As the man continued to praise her, she felt her face grow warmer and warmer each passing second, and she just knew that she had to stop France from talking.
'My heart can't take it!'
"I... I just started learning it. It's nothing special..."
"Nothing special? No, this is amazing! Mon amour, I will teach you all the ins and outs of this magnificent language. Now that I have heard you speak it, I am afraid that I won't be able to go a moment without hearing more of it." France, the ever so confident man chuckled and kissed Yn's knuckles, leaving the woman speechless and flustered.
It was that time of the year some countries dreaded, and some didn't mind. The yearly UN summit. Every country around the world had come to New York to sit for hours and hours through passive-aggressive speeches and arguments. Yn was one of the nations who didn't mind these meetings. And why would that be? She had the opportunity to listen to Germany speak in his language, which she found absolutely hot. Which was one of the reasons why she had taken up learning German over the years. She wanted to listen to Germany talk. Actually talk without a translator buzzing in her ear every second.
And while the first month of her learning German was filled with tears, life regrets, and self deprivation, she was finally at the point where she didn't need the translator. Shortly after the man had left his seat to hold his speech in front of everyone, Yn had turned off her headphones and taken them off to listen to Germany. And man, was it worth it!! She was instantly mesmerized by the words that started to leave Germany's mouth.
'Ah! I could listen to him speak all day, every day! His mannerisms, his voice, the way he pronounces everything! I could listen to it over and over again and not grow tired!' Smiling dreamily, Yn rested her head on the palm of her hand and continued staring intently at Germany.
The said male country had felt the stares from the direction of Yn's seat, and while speaking, he sent a few shy glances her way.
'She is staring at me... But... She had taken off her headset? Am I boring? Does she hate listening to me speak my language?' The usually confident European gelt his heart sink at the thought of the woman he had grown to love over the short time of knowing her. He was used to people making fun of German, but something about her disliking it definitely made him want to do reforms here and now!
But, as soon as those thoughts entered his head, they left when he took notice of Yn mouthing something to him. And that something was definitely not in English, but in German.
'Du machst das toll.' He read off of her lips, and in that moment, his mind was set. He would marry her! He just needed to finish this speech as soon as possible.
Yn, who was busy making tea for herself and her Russian friend, quickly dropped whatever she was doing and ran out of the kitchen toward the living room.
"Mr. Russia, are you alright?! You rarely ever yell!"
The said man tensed up and looked at the entrance to the living room where Yn was, obviously embarrassed by his own sudden outburst
"D-da... I just... Ah... I am just pissed off." Russia sighed in defeat and sat back down on Yn's couch as the woman approached him with the same concerned expression.
"And what made you so mad? You usually keep your temper as... as well as you can." The woman said, knowing that if she said anything else, it would be a lie. Russia chuckled in amusement at her words before shaking his head and showing her his phone. While Yn was in the kitchen, Russia had decided to look through some news reports about recent events. It was, for the most part, mundane stuff, but what made his blood boil was an article about America's recent return to popularity and the new allies he had made. It stung a lot to see it. Not only did the most capitalist country outlast his own father, the USSR, but now he was overtaking him in popularity. Russia just felt useless and unwanted.
"Oh... Yeah, I read that! America is strengthening some relationships with the Latin American countries. That annoyed you?" The woman wondered, watching the Russian sigh and shake his head.
"No... It's not that, precisely. What annoys me is this feeling I get whenever I read articles like these."
"Feeling?" Yn asked, her heart breaking at the sight of the defeated Russian. There was a silence between them for a brief moment before Russia decided to speak up again.
"Yes. It's like no matter what I do, America will always be there popular and wanted country. Everyone loves him more than me."
Russia, uncharacteristically enough, started to pout, obviously insecure and unhappy with the current state of his relationships with the other countries.
'But... At least I have Yn. She won't betray me, right-'
The Russian stopped his own train of thoughts when he felt someone's lips on his cheeks. Yn's lips.
'She... She is kissing me?!' Time stopped for a brief second as the man's eyes widened to the size of plates, and his cheeks glowed a soft pink shade when she moved away to smile at the nation.
"Well, I can't speak for others, but... ya lyublyu tebya bol'she vsekh na svete." Giggling, Yn moved away from the couch and went back to the kitchen to finish the tea. Russia was just left stunned, speechless, and... happy. He was happy. For once, someone said that they preferred him over America. And the person who told him that was nobody other than Yn herself.
"Oh well, I am happy to hear- WAIT?! YOU SPOKE RUSSIAN?!" Russia yelled in realization as he quickly stood up from the couch when Yn let out a small laugh from down the hallway.
"Wait!! Wait! Moya lyubov'!! I need to hear that again!" Russia grinned as he followed after her in excitement.