#hetalia x reader

[thenumber8]

[hetalia-gt-scenarios]

its been a while since i interacted with anything hetalia but this blog is genuinely so cute with the headcanons <33 can i hear your take on prussia trying to soothe a scared tiny/borrower? (feel free to include some minor fearplay if its right up your ally! personally, i think gilbird would be a comfort to all regardless of size)

✨️Thank you so much! That is such an honor! I really hope you like it! Sorry it took so long!

You stare up in abject horror as the albino man towers over you. His smile is wide, his red eyes shine with a dangerous excitement, and his hands twitch with an eagerness that makes your stomach drop.

You had been living in his home for over a year now, and that year had gone surprisingly smoothly. He was loud some days, far too excitable for someone of your stature, but other days he could be surprisingly calm, playing music, writing, talking with his brother. You had been cautious, you always were, but as time passed, as you came to tune out his boisterous personality, learn his schedule, you became more lax.

Too lax.

You hadn’t realized he’s returned home early from a night out with his friends. It was too late for you to hide, too late to run or at least get a head start, and in your initial panic and you tripped and fell, knocking the breath out of you and forcing you to be stationary for a moment while you tried to recover.

Of course you couldn’t get up fast enough. Of course, he saw you.

You didn’t have a moment to process how fast it all happened, all you knew was you had this massive man crouching over you, looking at you like some kind of toy he was getting ready to play with. His presence was overbearing, suffocating even. You have not made a single move, foolishly hoping that if you played dead, he’d get bored. It feels like an eternity has passed before he finally made a move.

“What the hell are you?”

He blurts out, his tone carrying both curiosity and amusement. His pale fingers stretch out towards you- large and calloused. They move a lot quicker than you thought they would and suddenly you are plucked up by the back of your clothes. You are lifted upwards quickly, the change in height causing your stomach to drop, you grow nauseous quickly. The Prussian starts to swing you back and forth, not roughly per se, but not gently either. Your whole body tenses as you desperately attempt to grab onto his finger, trying to find any purchase in case he lets go or drops you.

You can hear him talking, his voice booming all around you as you panic, but in all honesty you can’t really make out any specific words. Your brain is starting to grow fuzzy with fear, you skin grows warm as an anxious bile starts to creep up your throat. The swinging doesn’t help either, the dizzying drop below makes taking in air much, much harder.

“-I mean seriously, how did you get in here? I didn’t know I had a pest problem-”

You manage to pick up that. He doesn’t sound mad, but he’s loud and the inclusion of the term pest for you only cements the growing fear that this encounter is not one you’ll be able to safely escape from.

As if it couldn’t get any worse you feel your whole world twist and tilt. One moment you are dangling from your shirt right side up, next you’re being hung upside down from your leg. In a blind, primal panic you let out a terrified cry. Its like your brain has finally snapped out of its frozen fear response and its all spilling out. Your body starts to squirm and writhe, trembling as a flurry of terrified pleas and choked sobs echo out into the open.

All go silent save for your babbling and the fingers holding you tighten.

Another incomprehensible sob leaves you, convinced that he was going to start squeezing, breaking your leg or worse. Against your better judgment you open your eyes to get a better idea of what your fate. Through blurry tears you can make out his expression.

Its… tense. Almost awkward in a way.

His expression is stiff. His eyes are locked onto you, wide and startled, his eyebrows furrowing. His smile- the one he’s had throughout the entire encounter- was still there, however it seemed much more forced now, the corners twitching lightly. You feel the hand holding you shift and suddenly you are right side up once more.

"Ah... hey...!"

He says, still trying to hold onto some level of lightheartedness. You don't respond, still shaken by the encounter, still convinced that this is the end, that fate was just being cruel to you and dragging it out further. Your world shifts again, moving you down a little more. You feel something poke at your side, causing you to curl up.

"Hey...! Uh, are you ok? Are you getting sick or something?"

Gilbert's voice wavers at the end there, finding it harder and harder to be playful. He sounds so taken aback, like he didn't think your reaction would be so... pitiful. Again you feel him prod at you. This time you force yourself to speak.

"Please- let me go-!"

You croak out, your voice strained from the stress and fear and tears. You curl into yourself tighter as you wait for his response. You hear a huff.

"You don't have to be so freaked out you know? I wasn't really gonna do anything."

Despite being a bit snotty in tone his volume gets softer. You feel yourself be lowered even more, forcing you to finally look to see what he was doing with you. Gilbert gently sets you on top of the kitchen counter, his massive form towering over you, but he is slightly hunched down as if he were trying to be on your level.

"just- relax a bit, yeah? I said I wasn't going to do anything, you should trust me on that."

He mumbles. Your body has not stopped trembling, but you notice its not as bad as it had been initially. You look up at the massive albino, weary of him still but lacking the energy to scramble away. Your body is coiled up, arms and legs pulled towards yourself as you get a good look at him. That quiet playfulness is mostly gone, replaced with a reluctant concern and a simmering curiosity. He no longer is looking at you like a toy or oddity to be dissected, rather a living being with thoughts and feelings.

"What were you doing?"

Gilbert asks bluntly, tone softened even further to prevent him from coming across as demanding or angry. You instinctively shrink away, wincing at the question.

"I just- I just was looking for food- I didn't mean to cause you trouble or disturb you- please I can leave right now-"

Your rambling explanation was cut off.

"Woah! Who said you had to leave?"

He tilts his head, a smile creeping back onto his lips.

"I don't want you to go anywhere. I want to figure your weird, small self out."

He huffs, leaning down closer to you. Gilbert pats your head with a single finger, his mood (and volume) slowly rising.

"Who are you? I'm Gilbert."

You sit in an anxious silence for a beat, bewildered by the casual and gentle contact. Slowly you feel yourself uncoil, not completely relaxed, but enough.

"...(Y/N)..."

You reply. Gilbert smiles wide.

"(Y/N), great, awesome."

He nods.

"Well, (Y/N), I think we should talk, yeah? I bet you're dying to know about me as much as I am about you."

Strangely, you don't hate the idea.

[little-yandere-ish-blog]

Can I request russia x country! Reader hcs? Reader also likes russia so the feelings are mutual

Yeah! Regular russia I assume so Ill throw in some cute head canons for you!

So these are gonna be more generalized headcanons for a nation reader because a nation being closer to certain nations can be sticky but i digress! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

➵You and Russia don’t age normally, so your relationship stretches across centuries. What feels like a “slow burn” to humans is practically glacial to nations.

➵Your bond isn’t built on dates or anniversaries it was built on your long outstanding history together and how you've handled it.

➵Russia respects you more because you’re a nation. He doesn’t have to pretend to be human or soft around you, you have the same expectations as him so it feels natural.

➵He watches you carefully, especially if your nation borders him or has a complicated history with his, however the closer you are the better access he has to you.

➵If your past includes conflict with Russia, there’s an unspoken tension at first but also fascination. He’s drawn to those who’ve survived him why do you think he bothers the Baltic trio so much?

➵You cannot fully separate politics from romance. Arguments often start over borders, influence, or ideology and end in quiet reconciliation hours later.

➵Russia doesn’t expect blind loyalty but he does expect endurance from you.

➵If your nation is smaller or historically oppressed, Russia’s protectiveness can become suffocating, to his boss he says he can use you for more access to other places but reality is he does really care deep down.

➵If your nation is powerful, there’s a mutual understanding: you’re not afraid of him, and that alone earns his respect. He will always push you regardless because he does like the challenge of an opponent just play nicely unlike Alfred

➵You’ve fought before. Romantically or even in wars against one another, that does create some tensions

➵Russia doesn’t apologize easily, but he changes behavior when he knows he’s hurt you.

➵Reunions after ideological shifts (revolutions, regime changes, independence movements) are heavy and emotional, even if neither of you says much.

➵Humans come and go, but you stay. Russia is comforted by that more than he’d ever admit. You’ve seen him fracture into different versions of himself and he’s seen you do the same. Some versions of you loved him more openly. Some feared him. He remembers all of them and cherishes all those versions.

➵Its not always your bosses fighting, sometimes its quiet moments in the garden together or even watching the first snowfall together. Occasionally it might be sitting in silence and let the world spin around for a bit

➵Dates look like sightseeing the world and how its changed so much, even sunflower fields and snacks. Painting dates are also a must do

➵He still gets nervous when showing his affection and feelings considering his history and what him and you went through as nations

➵You two get to bother America quite a bit because its funny whenever you both are at world meetings, Russia's biggest rival with the love of his life. Well his immortal life

[dindaganu]

Haiii i Luv ur hetalia fics smm! I was wondering if you could to an america/alfred fic (luv that man sm) x reader where we are a singer like that is so insanely popular? Hehhe tysmm have a great dayy!

𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐘, 𝐈 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑! — 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐱 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑! 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝚃𝚆⚠️:𝙾𝙾𝙲, 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙼𝙰𝚁 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙷, 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚢, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚒𝚎, 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝, 𝙰𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚏 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚗

𝚆𝙲:𝟸.𝟷𝚔 (𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚌, 𝙸 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝💔)

☾𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃☽

𝙰/𝙽: 𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 🤙

If Alfred ever tell anyone that both of you were dating, do trust me he WILL get attacked by your fans. Like what do you mean you, a very talented person in relationship with... Whatever he is.

Just image how offended he feel when people call him delusional. The biggest baby when he got upset by your fans. He's going to be like; "Okay not cool dude, that is just so rude, y'know?" He would sulking for a very long time until you coax him out with your affection and food. (Istg he's a fatass💔 but it's okay, we love him❤️‍🩹)

He would do anything for your happiness but he draws the line when it comes to sharing his food with you unless you have a bad day then yeah, he will share his food.

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The spotlight is always on you, no matter where you go, the light will always there to follow uou every move. Your face is plastered everywhere on the town square, no soul could escape your fame as a singer.

You thought born with a singing talent is fun. Everyone kept telling you that you were born with gifted voice and for the longest time, you trust them— like a fool believing the sky is green. They're not here for your talent, they only see a profit machine.

You wonder how could you be so blind? Maybe its because they were your parent, a family. They said blodd is thicker than water but why do they let their child being exploited by those who seek worldly pleasure?

You love to sing, you really did, it was the reason why you managed to get out of your parent house— escaped their constant pressure to be "Perfect"

At first you get why people are greedy. There is many things that money could buy and you don't need to worry about anything since you're famous. It did not last long, yes, it could buy many things but it cannot buy something genuine. Yes, it do can buy love but does that very love is actually genuine? Or it is just because of the money.

You were thinking on giving up on being a singer. You were not how you used to, slowly losing yourself to this exploitation. You can't lie, you don't really have a pretty personality but you are a human too, nobody is perfect. A singer who is this problematic don't deserve to be on stage, so they forced you to be more happy and kind.

so you did. The cost is greater than you think— losing yourself to the very thing you love doing im youre life. You didn't even realize that an empty shell without an owner is nothing more than a decorative pieces— you are that empty shell. You no longer held those fiery passion.

That is until you met him. Well, at first you hate his guts, he is loud, too full of himself, a gluttonous monster, too optimistic and.... The clear opposite of you. You prefer to be quite, you don't like boasting, you starve yourself to fit into the industry standard and you clearly not optimistic person.

Your feelings start to grow as the time passes by when the two of you spending time together. Your pasfieryfor singing start to reignite with those old fiery coming from the ashes deep within you. You do not mind the feeling, never deny it. How could you? He is nothing like those people, he is GENUINE with his feeling. No flowery word, just him.

Oh how long has it been since the last time you see someone as genuine as him? Maybe that's why you fell for him. And of course, he is your muse. You have those unreleased song that you dedicated it only for him to listen.

It's weird that after you dating Alfred, your work as a singer got more enjoyable rather than... Well you know, that. You don't care though, you prefer the new manager. He such a girly pop, so you don't have any complain.

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Alfred is not one of your fan but he do love some of your song. Okay, maybe he do admire your talent for singing.

So, one day he decided to go to your concert. The ticket is pretty expensive not gonna lie but who cares? Alfred want to see what your concert is like since he never go to one. To his surprise, he did not expect your concert is going to be like this. Wow, i guess he did miss a lot of things.

After those event in his life, he start to support you like buying your merch or going to your concert no matter where is it. He make a new account and dedicated it only for you— that account did not just concealed his identity but all of his feed is about you which he is happy about.

That was five years ago, he doesn't know how he still alive and dating you at the same time. He do know that you doesn't like him and he already accepted those with open feeling and that he will never has a chance with you. Guess what? He's wrong.

Though your personality is his the least of his, he is more worried about you being exploited but he can't bring himself to said anything about it. He know how much you love singing even if its hurt you, so he decided to be blind about to this matter.

He will never said anything but he actually taking care of those corrupted people that exploiting you and replace them with more kind and understanding person. He can't say the same with the fan, welp all he could do is fight them online i guess? For your happiness, he will do anything with his power as a country.

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"Hgnnn... Stop wiggling around!"

"Maybe I would if you did not just take me by surprise and tackled me to the ground?! Alfie get off of me, you're heavy!"

You yank his hair, "Ow!" He let out a yelp. Not in pain but more like a surprised yelp. "There is no need to yank my head, dude!"

"I just got back from the studio, get off!"

"Hell no! Is this how you treat your boyfriend?!" He tightens his arm around you— a clear recusal to let you go. He doe not give a fuck about anything right now, he wants your love and you need to give it to him now since he's upset.

He has been fighting off your fan online and their words hurt him. He wants you to baby him. Oh, he's a grown ass man? Guess what? He doesn't care. Just give your love to him before he start to eat less.

Unfortunately this end with you kicked him on the stomach since he refused to listen to you.

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Maybe you shouldn't have done that because he refused to talk to you now. And right now you were inside a McDonald to buy him food as a way for you to apologize.

Waiting for a 20 burgers is hell but you were glad that no one to notice you. It would be a big problem if they do, that's the last thing you want— being surrounded by a fans when you were just trying to be like the other living their lives.

"𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦, 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧."

Every now and then you look at the time on your phone, you are not exactly a patient type of person. You fixed the hat on your head that was tilted because you were in a hurry to avoiding your fans.

A gentle tap on your shoulder that comes before a feminine voice spoke to you, "excuse me..." You instantly freezed up, oh no... Is your disguise really that bad?

You prayed that whoever this person is not one of your fans. Slowly looking at the person who was trying to get your attention and to your surprise it was one of the McDonald employee.

Your tense body relaxed after you see that it's not one of those crazy fans of yours. Putting up a polite smile before you speak. "Yes?"

"I just want to let you know that it will take another minutes to make your burgers and I'm here to give you a free drink while you wait."

"Okay... Thank you..."

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While you were busy at the McDonald, Alfred doing his favourite past time— fighting those fans of yours. Don't get him wrong, he is not jealous or anything. He just so fucking pissed, it seem like your fans are uneducated. Doesn't they know what boundaries is?

"𝙇𝙈𝘼𝙊🤣 𝙔𝙊𝙐? 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝘿𝙀𝙄𝙏𝙔? 𝙐𝙉𝘾 𝙄𝙎 𝘿𝙀𝙇𝙐𝙇𝙐"

"𝙁𝙍 𝙁𝙍🤣"

"𝙇𝙄𝙇 𝘽𝙍𝙊 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝘼𝘿 𝘼 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙄𝘿𝙊𝙇😭😭😭 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏'𝙎 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙎𝘼𝘿"

"𝘼𝙧𝙚𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 " 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 "𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩? 𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙"

"𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙞 𝙬𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙥𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙨𝙪𝙢 💔 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮"

Bitch? Don't they know who he is? I mean, he is on his secret account that conceal his real identity because he doesn't want you to get attacked. But still he feel offended by their remark.

Did i mention that he is popular within your fanbase? No? Okay, well now you know.

The first thing you noticed when you come back home is Alfred typing his phone with vigor. You swear that phone will crack in no time if he continues to harshly typing on the screen.

"Fighting them again?" He jump in surprise when he heard your voice from behind him. "SINCE WHEN DID YOU— I—" He stopped shouting when his gaze falls on the food from the McDonald.

You just shoved the food toward him, "I'm sorry for kicking you on the stomach—" you didn't even manage to finish your word as he already swallowing those food without chewing on them first.

"Im sorry, what were you trying to say?" He said that after he swallowed the 8th burgers down his throat. This guy literally have a black hole as his stomach.

The look on your face is full of surprise, "I- never mind, just enjoy your food i guess." You will never get used to how fast he devours those food like it was nothing.

You finally turn your heels to walk up to your shared bedroom thinking that he will stay behind and kept eating burgers and fighting online with your fan. Unfortunately he silently following you from behind like a lost child that get leave by his mother on the park.

Before you would collapse on top of the bed, Alfred already tackled you first. So basically he still want your affection, you got no choice but to give in this time because there is no way you going back to McDonald. Your disguise is almost blown off earlier. Better be safe than never.

You runs your fingers through his blonde hair. His hair look so healthy for someone who is only sometimes shower twice a day and even with that he only wet his hair. "It's not fair, how you get this healthy hair."

He doesn't answer you— instead he hide his face into your chest. If you have a good hearing, you would hear that he let out a satisfied sigh under his breath once in few seconds. "𝘈𝘩𝘩... 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯."

You tug his hair back a little, "it's rude to not answering my question y'know. Especially your own partner." You are not mad. You already get used to it whatever you were playing with his hair— he will suddenly become mute for some reason.

"Ow, maybe you should stop being mean and just focus on pampering me—" a yelp of surprise falls out from his lips when you pushed him out of the bed. "You sleep outside tonight."

You wrapped yourself with a blanket like a cocoon, trying to to sleep since you have a big day tomorrow. "Wait! I'm sorry! Please baby?" He doesn't even move to climb back up the bed. "Baby?"

Yeah, let's just pray for him since he will stay at that position until you give me a permission to climb into their shared bed. He will wait until the first light of the morning kiss this side of the earth if he have to.

ᴛᴀɢʟɪsᴛ: @bloody-tissue (ɪ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴡɪɴ, sᴏʀʀʏ💔)

[dindaganu]

Son I'm crine😭 it's only the intro and it's already 1k. (I'll probably will post this tomorrow night since I have extra class until 3pm.)

[dindaganu]

Hihi!! I've been religiously reading your x Canada fics, and I was wondering, if you do it, could you do one where he's kinda like a yandere? I don't like the full abuse and stuff, but he seems like a character that would get kinda obsessed and manipulate because he wants the person who actually sees him to stay with him :c

only if you're comfortable with it, ofc!!

𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄, 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐑 — 𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐀 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑.

𝚃𝚆⚠️: 𝙾𝙾𝙲, 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛, 𝚗𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚒𝚌.

𝚆𝙲: 𝟷,𝟶𝟷𝟶 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 / ☾𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃☽

𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚌🥹 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚊𝚗! 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝙸𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛🤙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚍𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚌!

☛ No matter what universe that both of you in, Matthew will always make sure that he will make you love him just like he is with you. It's just so easy for him to like someone who sees or acknowledge him as Canada instead of United States of America.

☛ At first, he may only like you, nothing more than that and his obsession will not be triggered until at some point. The obsession will take time to grow into something more sinister.

☛ But once the obsession start to grow more and more every second he spend his time with you— there is no turning back now once he embraced this side of him. Matthew is no innocent guy at all, he may look harmless but don't let the soft expression fool you— he will bite you and sank his teeth deep into your neck like a polar bear so you won't escape him.

☛ His feeling for you is complicated. He want your attention at him and him only all the time but the other part of him know this is wrong, he is not that delusional like his brother. Don't get it wrong, he is still delusional but not as much as the other countries, he still have some self awareness.

☛ As I said before, he have a soft features that make him look weak and he take this to his advantage to lure you into his life. He won't kidnap you, he want you to love him and doesn't want you to hate him just because he want your whole attention and love only for himself.

☛ He is not proud on what he did, really. But the thought of you not being by his side is too much for him. You are one of few people who give a damn about him, why should he let you go? All he wants is you and nothing else. So please just love him.

☛ Call him dramatic or whatever you want, he just not in his right mind anymore when it comes to you. You plague his mind for months, making his heart race just by the thought of you and missing you even if the two of you are hanging out. He just too far gone into his head.

☛ He is easy to please, all you need to do is just talk to him sweetly and he would FOLD instantly. Maybe get too excited sometimes if you don't stop. Don't worry he won't do anything you don't like, he would gladly suffer for it in exchange for your love.

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Thick white snow surrounding Matthew house, painting the window with its frost— making it harder to look outside without seeing the blizzards dancing aggressively without mercy.

Matthew sets a mug on top of the coffee table, a small offering to ensure you feel warm. "ma lumière, won't you stay with me until the storm ceases?"

He giving his best sad puppy eyes knowing damn well you wouldn't say no to him. It is wrong for him wanting you to stay inside his house for few more hours? No, of course no, you are not the prisoners here— he is.

But seeing you hesitate to stay make him a little bit upset. He kneels before you, wrapping his arm around your waist. "ma lumière, please just stay with me okay? It's not safe put there yet. Look at the outside, you won't be able to go through it." His voice is muffled since he hide his face pn your stomach— nuzzled his head like a clingy cat.

By any means both of you are not in relationship— the two you are nothing more than a friend. Who needs a labels when he already knows that his heart already on your hand, willing giving his life to you. A label is only for those who is desperate to have something knowing damn well a label is only a label to categorize someone relationship.

"I don't know Mattie... I have busy day tomorrow and I—" you feel his arm tightened around your waist, not tight enough to hurt. He only want yout to feel the pressure, he will never hurt you.

"ma lumière, i know you have a busy day tomorrow but just please stay."

"Mattie—"

He released his arm from your waist— slowly standing up to look down on you who is still comfortably in his seat. You can't see what expression he's making, his hair got covered by hiw hair. "Please, what if you got lost? Think about the storm will your life. You don't want to worried your loved one do you?"

"I-" he lean in, caging you into your seat. "ma lumière, won't you just listen to me just this once. I begging you..." The tone of his voice is quiet. More quiet than his usual tone of voice. If you focused on his tone, you would maybe hear that his voice is trembling as of he's holding something back.

A sigh escape from the between your lips. Giving in to him just like you should to. "Okay, I'll stay but I'll go back home as soon as the blizzard is gone."

Tension on his body leaving him instantly as soon as you said those word. He change back to his usual self after the confirmation that you will staying here with him. "O-of course, ma lumière!" He sound so eager, too eager. He takes both of your hand and kiss your hand that are borderline to worshipping a deity.

He nuzzled your hand wanting to merge your whole being with his. "C'est pas assez, mais... je le prends." He muttered the word under his breath with such devotion, it almost scary if you heard it.

Though, it's not enough for him. But what can he do? He can't be picky on what you decide to give him. It's funny how he act like a mutt sometimes, he can't lie he will lick at every ounce of the attention you give him.

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𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:

C'est pas assez, mais... je le prends. = it's not enough but... I'll take it.

[prittyvirtu]

francis bonnefoy x gn reader

cws - gender neutral reader, no use of y/n, francis brushes readers teeth, france is kind of mean, semi ooc, reader has trouble keeping up w hygiene, user is depressed, slightly suggestive, mostly comfort

word count: 1,895

a/n - i like the idea of francis taking good care of his s/o and being kind of mean to make them feel better…

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It was another difficult morning.

You found that forcing yourself back to sleep after Francis left was much easier than getting up and doing anything else. It wasn’t like you were completely helpless without him, of course. You were still your own person and he made it known that he wasn’t going to be here to take care of you forever. Acceptance was the only way you could take your life back and do what you needed to do in order to function like a human again.

That didn’t make it any less hard. Your eyes had been squeezed shut for hours now, trying to trick your brain into thinking you were still tired and it was time to just go back to sleep. It usually worked, with you eventually making yourself sleep in until late in the afternoon and leaving Francis to his own devices. But today, you just couldn’t seem to do it. Your body didn’t even have the energy to go back to sleep.

The day went by and you laid in bed, just until Francis eventually came back home and was welcomed by the pitiful sight of you lying under the covers. He couldn’t help but wonder if you’d been there all damn day. He sighed, approaching and shaking you just in case you were asleep.

“Mon amour, you cannot lay in bed all day,” Francis spoke, his tone borderline saccharine. He almost sounded exasperated, like he’d already expected you to be there, rotting in your shared bed and sulking over something he couldn’t figure out. He shook you back and forth, jutting out his bottom lip in an attempt to make himself look cuter. Maybe that’d make you finally listen to him and get up. “You must wash yourself. I don’t want to lay in bed with someone who stinks.”

Even if it was just teasing, it stung. You wanted to fold in on yourself and die right there. It wasn’t even something he said, you just knew that he was going to feel disgusted with you. Your eyes burned with embarrassment, suddenly feeling overwhelmed with expectation and humiliation.

You didn’t want to be disgusting, but it was hard to be anything else right now.

Francis’s expression softened up when he heard you sigh shakily underneath the blankets. A pitiful sound, like listening to a puppy whine for help. He wasn’t going to back down just because you were sad, no. In fact, it made him want to help you even more. To take good care of you and bring you back to the you he fell in love with.

He sighed, leaning forward so he could turn your body around. You were was so horribly docile. You looked so pitiful like this, your greasy hair and wet cheeks making him grimace. Oh, you looked terrible. He couldn’t help but blame himself a bit. On some days, he’d try to push you to get up and do something. On other days, he wouldn’t do anything but sit in the same room as you. But he hadn’t ever forced you up. Even though he wanted you to be as beautiful as he knew you could be, he hadn’t made an effort to make you feel like you needed to do anything.

But that’d change today.

He tugged the blanket off of your body, watching as you instinctively curled further in on yourself to hide the shame that was so evident in your features. Your eyes were still closed, making him want to grab you and force you to face him. He hated that you felt like he couldn’t help you out of this. Francis placed a soft hand on your chin, turning your head towards him as he did his best to wipe the grimace off of his face and replace it with a softer, reassuring expression.

”Oh, my love, what have you done to yourself?” Francis murmured, mostly to himself, before placing a reluctant kiss on your cheek. He couldn’t believe he allowed you to get this bad. “Let me help you today.”

His statement didn’t sound like a lot on its own, but his voice was so gentle, so out of the ordinary that it made you shiver under his touch. It made you feel a little less like a ball of mess and more like someone that needed saving. What a nice feeling.

It took him a minute to coax you out of bed. You wanted it so badly, but it became difficult when you realized he’d have to see you. He’d have to really see you in order to help you. It was embarrassing, borderline dehumanizing. Your eyes welled up with tears as he sat you up, his thumb briefly wiping them away before they fell. Francis used the back of his hand to get some of the hair out of your face, clicking his tongue. He hated this for you.

”I’m sorry,” You mutter weakly, running your fingernails up and down your arm in an attempt to console yourself.

“For what, hm?” He asked, keeping his voice low. Francis couldn’t help but smile softly when you didn’t answer. You didn’t know why you were sorry. Even if he didn’t think this was your most attractive look, you didn’t deserve to feel sorry about this. It was perfectly natural for a person to struggle with mental health, and you were no exception. You had your highs and lows just like any other person.

He was slow to guiding you to the bathroom, taking both of your hands in his before eventually letting you go so he could place a hand on the small of your back. Francis rubbed a small circle on the spot before gesturing vaguely for you to sit on the toilet. You did so, and he pat the top of your head. The gesture was callous almost, like he did it because he felt like you needed to know you were doing fine. “I’m thinking you don’t really want me to bathe you. You’re a grown up, non?”

The silence was palpable.

You wanted to burn up and die right then and there. Even though he was completely serious, the question made it seem like you were incapable of doing anything for yourself. That was just it, wasn’t it? He thought humiliating you would snap you out of it and make you realize, “Hey! I’m being a little crazy, aren’t I?”. It wasn’t feeling too far off now. You sighed through your nose, looking off to the side uncomfortably. Francis seemed to pick up on that, his eyebrows furrowing in vexation as he eyed you expectantly. Your silence was beginning to annoy him.

“Are you wanting me to bathe you?” He asked again, leaning against the sink and gesturing towards the bath. “You really are going to have to speak to me, mon amour. Staying quiet won’t help me help you..” His tone was almost sing-song-y, like he was trying to coax you into telling him what you really wanted. It sounded much like he was speaking to a child, which stung a bit. You looked up at him with an annoyed expression, causing him to smile almost sheepishly.

“Oh, you can’t blame me for asking,” Francis said, brushing you off with a wave of his hand. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the nude. Plus, isn’t there something weirdly sensual about me cleaning you?” Of course, he couldn’t get his mind out of the gutter. But unlike other times, this seemed more like he was trying to make you feel comfortable. He wanted to see you smile, perhaps laugh at his antics.

“I can bathe myself,” You said finally, crossing your arms. He didn’t respond, simply reaching over and grabbing your toothbrush like it was a practiced motion. You watched as he wet the toothbrush and applied a dollop of toothpaste on it. Then, he approached you, eyeing you curiously.

He hadn’t ever done something like this for you before. Francis was a man that preferred to keep cleaning habits private. He always waited until he was alone to do his laundry, take showers, or of course, brush his teeth. They were intimate, practiced behaviors that he didn’t enjoy performing in front of other people. He didn’t even like watching you do it. Seeing him want to do something like this for you was a bit… odd. Even if that weren’t the case, it made you feel even more childish than he was already making you feel. You didn’t need to rely on him for silly things like this! You’d been brushing your teeth long enough, damn it!

Still. The look in his eye seemed so expectant. He wanted you to let him do it, that much was for sure.

“What the hell are you doing?” You muttered, reaching to take the toothbrush out of his hand. Francis clicked his tongue again, smacking your pretty hand away so he could keep his grip firmly on the toothbrush.

“Open.”

What a quick way to get you to listen.

Your mouth popped open without much of a fight, even though your eyes held confusion. You weren’t exactly sure how to feel about him examining your mouth. Teeth were delicate things, they needed so much care and so much attention or else they’d cover themselves in a film. A nasty, yellow-ish film that you would notice from a mile away. You hadn’t looked at your mouth in a bit, but you were sure your teeth were covered in plaque. They were less than pretty. Still, Francis took the brush, starting with the bottom corner where your teeth started.

Brush, brush, brush. Despite the plaque, he really didn’t mind staring into your mouth. It was warm and wet, almost cute. Francis smiled at the thought. The look on his face made it seem less like he was brushing your teeth and more like he was petting a kitten. As sweet as he was trying to be, he couldn’t help but think such dirty things as he switched where he was brushing. The spit and toothpaste were building up, dribbling out of the side of your mouth. You were so focused on Francis’s expression that you didn’t seem to notice it, but of course, he did. How could he not? So cute, so cute, so cute!!!

His smile turned into a grin as he watched the bubbly spit dribble down your chin and into your lap. You surely noticed it by now. Francis gently wiped it off of your chin, drying his fingers off on your shirt before continuing to brush your teeth. It was so cute to see your mouth slowly fill up with the frothy mixture of spit and toothpaste. What a pretty sight! Even as your cheeks lit up, a soft pink color, he couldn’t help but think this was just the cutest sight he’d ever seen. Why didn’t he do this sooner?

“Ah, mon amour, you’re too cute, you know?” Francis cooed. “And now your teeth are all clean. Say, ‘merci beaucoup, Francis’!”

Francis giggled, watching you stammer a bit as you tried to figure out if he actually wanted you to do so. You wanted to please him, so whether you embarrassed him or not, it would end up alright. So, with your mouth full, you averted your gaze.

“… Fank you..”

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[yorkiss]

I want to make a hetalia x reader fic so bad! but.. I need some help, andd Im also new to this app..if anyone is willing to give me tips on how to write a story it would be very much appreciated!!!