Hey there! I absolutely love your writing and was wondering if I could get some headcanons of hetalia America and what he would look for in a potential s/o, please? Thank you for your time! Stay awesome!
Howdy howdy, I shall deliver. It is not a lot because half way through my brain turned off.
First thing is someone who doesn't automatically write him off as dumb. In canon usually all of them overlook him due to his laughs and everything but let me tell you, this man is SMART. Let him show his wits and praise him (he has a praise kink 100% but thats for another time)
He would 100% look for someone who is always ready for something crazy. His mind is usually always turned on at 100. He wants someone who is down for 2am McDonald trips or deciding to fly across the country just to get a ice cream thing he saw online.
Going off that last one, he also wants someone who can bounce between conversations. One second its laughs then he's opening up about ww2 or something. He needs someone who can keep up with his busy mind
He would look for good qualities too. He doesn't want someone who lies or starts drama. He wants someone who can be blunt with him at times and also compassion when things are hard.
Shared hobbies are something he would like. He wants at least one hobby you both can do together. And he wants to be at least in the same room even if you do different things.
Let him show off his strength to you. Call him your hero and he is whipped for you. Watch the cowboy movies with him.
Could... Could we get a gentle!dom Arthur please? (Okay really I'm just sad that England smut lost the vote heheh)
Still enjoying the headcanons and Alfred smut, though! XD
Yes. :) In this one I was a little unsure if you wanted headcanons or a whole story. I can do a full story later on if you wish. Also sorry it is not a lot, I am recovering from a respiratory infection. Enjoy!
Arthur Kirkland - England - Soft Dom
NSFW
"Patience love, you'll have it soon"
This man loves to tease you and get you all whiney and squirming. He has always loved having the upper hand in things from war, to being first in line at his favorite cafe, or having you a needy mess for him.
Despite how snappy he can be with other countries, when it comes to you, he is the calmest man there is. He speaks in a slow soft tone while slowly unbuttoning your blouse.
Your pleasure comes first in his mind. Seeing your eyes roll back as he fills you up just right is his favorite sight. He will constantly ask throughout to make sure hes not overwhelming you
He loves when you get feisty and bratty. He always smirks and looks at you knowing you just want his attention. He's Britian after all, he knows how to handle things like you. You'll find yourself on his lap tied up while his fingers work you out of your mood. "Not so snappy now love?"
SFW
"I'm here, sweetheart"
If you are having a bad day and just want to be taken care of as well this man lives for it!
He will get you a bath going, your favorite show on, anything you wish.
If you just want to be held, he also will. He will insist on wrapping a blanket around you (unless in summer), lay on the couch with you on top of him. He will tell you stories of his past to help keep your mind off things. Or he will let you rant or ramble on to him until you feel better.
Just don't be surprised the next day when your alarm never went off and somehow all your work was done for you. (He will smirk and insist he has no idea. Just kiss him and he gives you lovesick puppy eyes)
I hope you are all well and healthy! I am opening requests. I most write hetalia for now. I would love to build my fan base and maybe even show my oc one day.
Eh, kinda short? Not really, but I finally finished that 3 part ask I had ages ago. I’m terrible. Thank you for the ask!
1P!Russia: Ivan Braginski
“Use this.” You nudge a pen to Russia. He pauses, his dry pen uselessly clutched in his hand. His eyes flicker around, trying to see if anyone else was witnessing this. Not many people at the office spoke with him, but you had always been kind. Helped people with work, always there to carry things. You even rushed to his help when he dropped stuff all over the floor. He mutters a thanks, picking it up. It glides smoothly, as expected of something owned by you; nothing like the old cheap pen he was using. You smile at him, tucking a strang of hair behind you ear.
“No problem. You can keep it if yo--”
“Anything you would like to share with the rest of us, s/o?” Ludwig, the team leader, crosses his arms over his chest, a stern expression across his face. You laugh nervously.
“Ah, no. I’m good, thanks.” You duck your head down as Ludwig stares for a moment longer just to nail in the point of his disapproval. You then glance at Ivan, checking to see if you still had his attention, and giggle softly to see you still did. Ivans shoulders untense as you both share a sheepish expression. The break comes up soon after a intense hour, and you have about 15 minutes to grab a snack, a drink, and to relieve yourself in the bathroom. You do the last one first, rushing off before popping into the breakroom. Ivans sat at one the round tables by the vendors as everyone else loiters around, leaning on counters, standing by the door and hovering near the coffee pot. You give your deskmates a smile and a wave before heading to the vendor, right towards Ivan. You see him glance at you so you start a conversation.
“Ludwig is full on today.” You laugh, showing no ill will toward a coworker but gosh, it was a tsunami of information in there.
“Ah, yes it was.” He smiles pleasantly at you, his expression showing his surprise. You type in a code into the vendor, tweeking your lip up. Ivan turns slightly in his chair to see what you’re getting. A granola. Healthy. He looks to his snack he brought in himself. He sees you moving from the edge of his vision and goes to see what you’re doing. He didn’t expect to get a frontal of ass. You had bent over to pull it out the machine, brushing hair behind your ear. Your blouse untucks at the back, and he gets a peak at the red thong you’re wearing. Ivan instantly faces the front, spluttering. He didn’t expect that. What a thing to wear at work. So... kinky. He looks at his food before peaking back, but you had stood back up straight and head to the coffee pot on the side. Ivan grabs his water bottle with maybe a bit too much pressure and takes big gulp before rising. You had found your self in a conversation as the pot boils. He packs up his stuff, not feeling very hungry anymore. He pops it in the fridge, right beside you.
“—so will you join?” Your coworker, a bubbly Italian that had transferred maybe half a year ago, asks. You hum in thought, dishing out your phone.
“What time?” You ask, eyes flicking between him and your calendar app. Ivan could see today empty, as well as the rest of the week. Ah, maybe you were trying to get out of it. The Italian says at 7, and you look over your shoulder to Ivan with a bright smile. “You going?”
“Going out to eat?”Ivan asks, and the Italian nods.
“Yes, to the Red House.” The Italian seems rigid, forcing a smile. Why is he suddenly so nervous?
“Yes, I would like to join you all!” He grins, then sees you make a pleasant hum. “The Red Th—“ He jolts up straight, smile dropping as he feels heat at his ears. “Red House!” He corrects himself. Both you and the Italian share a quizzical look before continuing on with your conversation, you pulling out a thermos from the cupboard.
Heyy, anyway I could request a reader x Canada fic where the reader is... I guess a tomboy? Like a little taller than Matthew? And they’re good friends and she kinda starts flirting with him?
Here’s another Tomboy drabble I did for Italy, Romano and France!
“You don't own a single skirt?" Matthew blinks at you. Like, really stares to make sure there's no sign of sarcasm being spoken.
"Do I look like I own a skirt?" You laugh, throwing your head back. "Dude, you're lucky to find the colour pink in my wardrobe. Why would I own a fucking skirt?" You boggle at him. Matthew gives himself an inner debate for a while. It mostly consisted of why he befriends his brothers friends, but mostly ones revolving around you."If I wore skirts you’d become pee soup from my pure sexiness." You rest your arms behind you head, leaning back on the bench. Maybe going out for a walk in the dead of night to the park wasn't a normal thing. But Matthew liked walking and you insisted it was your right as a 'Honorary Guy' to be out after dark.
"Yeah, weak at the knees." Matthew rolls his eyes before lifting up the string on his hoodie.
"All you gotta do is ask me on one date and you'd see." You shrug nonchalantly, staring up at the sky. He laughs and begins to chew on the pull-string. Yeah right. He’d known Arthur long enough to know sarcasm when he heard it. Dry humour.
"Yeah, and I'd turn up in American flag apparel."
"Oh my god, we totally should!" You gawk. "Take a picture too, Alfred would lose his nut!" You both laugh at that. "6 on Tuesday?" You wiggle a finger at him.
"Sure." Matthew looks at you, crooning, before looking surprised. You had gotten up and flipped up the hood of your jumper.
"Right, well. See you at 6." You place your trainer on the bench, giving the bow a tight pull before jogging off into the distance.
Barnes: i think s/o just asked me out
Cap'in: fucking finally shesbeen going on aboug ig for a week
Barnes: what?????
Cap'in: i went shoppong with her for an outfit. We got a skirt
Can I have 1p japan and 1p Russia realising they have just f ell in love with their crush while they are hanging out with them maybe a bit nsfw. Thank you and have a great day 💜💜
Turns out these will be uploaded in 3 parts as they’re well over 500 words. Enjoy!
1p!Japan: Kiku Honda
Anime with pantie shots are quite common. Anime with sexual innuendos and themes are quite common. But what you didn’t expect on a Tuesday afternoon while trying out new animes with Kiku was there to be a full-blown sex scene. Kiku couldn’t reach for the remote any quicker. He muted the episode, his face bright red. You chuckle at that. If he hadn’t said anything, you would not have cared. You would’ve just nodded in appreciation, maybe even make some comment about boobs if you were feeling it. But watching Kiku clutch the television remote like it's his lifeline is too funny. He looks at you as if you had caught him doing something wrong. At that you laugh harder, hunching forward.
“Kiku, what the hell?!” You splutter, choking on your saliva as you continue to laugh at him. It's like you have accused him of being too funny.
“W-what?!” He practically squeaks it. You would have expected him to try to ignore what's on-screen, not look like a schoolgirl about it. “I didn’t think you’d--”
“It’s chill, I don't mind.” You grin at him. He stares at you a moment longer than necessary. What you said could be interpreted in many different ways. It makes him conjure up images in mind that cause him to avert eye contact with you. Not that he wanted to think about you like that. But then again, you did have the tendency to be a tad bit perverted. It was never anything too crass or aimed at a real person. But when it came to talking about kinks or ecchi anime, you were as open as a book. He meekly looks down at the remote. He curses at himself. He was never like this with Alfred... He was never like this with Alfred? He peers at you. Why were you any different?
“Then I will continue to play it.” He unpauses it, trying to settle back into the sofa. You chuckle before leaning into him. He peeks at you, trying to read your expression. You don't look innocent per se, far too intent on watching what’s happening on the screen, but you don't look like you had altered motives. You lean your head onto his shoulder and soon the episode finishes, the scene that just played forgotten to you. But Kiku couldn't. Not that the scene, in particular, stuck with him, but more the transaction that happened after. And the thoughts that follow. The couple that had engaged in intimacy appear on the screen and start blushing, and you giggle at them. Kiku is too absorbed in watching your reaction. You lift a straw to your mouth, wrapping your lips around it as your eyes stay steady. How would you react if put in that situation?
“Have you ever been like that with someone?” The question sounds so vague, as many of Kiku’s questions are with them meaning a many numbers of things: romantically, what's on screen, the horizontal tango, or embarrassed about it.
“Nah, I’m a virgin.” You shrug, turning your head to look at him as you continue to think. “But I can see why people would be like that.” You then look away from Kiku, not looking too sure of yourself. “Though with you, maybe with you I would be?” Kiku splutters, eyes wide. You frown at him, confused. “What?”
“Why would you...” Oh god, you were so dense to the words coming out your mouth sometimes! Just like Alfred! “People may get the wrong idea if you say things like that.”
“Well, I'd hope you’d imply it like that. I mean, I do like you after all.” Kiku short circuits. Not in the sense that he blushes immensely and faints, nor does he sport a nosebleed. Instead, he just blinks owlishly, like he didn't hear you correctly. “Why are you pulling that expression? Kiku, you asked me on a date. So, it’s only natural that I acce--” You stop, looking worried and sad. “Is this... Unless this isn’t a date?”
“I didn't intend for it to be one.”
“Oh.” You sit up straight, away from him. “Do you not like me... like that?” You sheepishly look to the screen where the couple are talking animatedly.
“What... made you think that I do?” You swallow at the question. The way he asks. He doesn't. No one asks a question phrased like that with such a non-committal expression.
“Well, you... you let me be near you. And touched you. We've shared drinks. Gone on walks. I know you aren't fond of physical contact or romantics, and you just act differently around me. So, I thought you liked me too.” You give him a small smile, but there's nothing behind it. Just force. “I guess I just saw what I wanted.” You laugh, grabbing your elbow.
“So, you want me to kiss you?”
“Not if you don’t like me.” You look at him, pursing your lips. Next thing you know Japan is extremely close. You hold your breath, stiffening up. You feel his lips press onto your cheek softly, him lingering there for a second before moving back lightning fast. He too is sat there rigidly. “I said if you don't--oh... oh!” You beam, getting on your knees beside him. “You do!”
“Yes; please lower your voice.” His face doesn't look much different, reserved as usual, but his ears are as red as a cherry.
“I knew it!” You shouted excitedly, before covering your mouth and smiling. You lean forward, wrapping your arms around him, squishing him closer to your chest. You’re brimming with joy. That is before leaning away with an offended look on your face. “Then why were you asking in such an asshole-y way?” You scold him. Kiku blinks. Now he flushes! Looking all meek and avoiding your eyes.
Wordcount: 2,246
The reader is referred to as she/her
After another slow day at work, you closed up the shop. Throwing your satchel on your shoulder and walking out to the front door, your subconscious forced a sudden jolt to stop you in your tracks. You scrunched your face into a strange expression, a weird little feeling inside you that you couldn't shake off. Perhaps it was paranoia. Paranoia that directed your attention back over to the counter with a small black box sitting on it. You felt a sigh escape your lips as you made your way over to it and pick it up. "Stupid Allen..." you murmured, finally able to exit out of the small building to lock it shut once and for all. "He always forgets his phone."
So, instead of catching a bus back to your own house, you needed to get off one stop early to return a little something to your friend. Sometimes you wished that you owned your own car, but Allen would always tell you to borrow his instead. Something about saving up for the greater good, he always said.
You felt a few wet sprinkles dot your skin, causing you to lift your head to see where it was coming from. You only wound up staring up at the sky, rapidly dulling into a darker grey as masses of dirty clouds fused together. The light sprinkling then slowly built up into larger droplets, forcing you to pick up the pace and run over to the safety of the bus stop. You spotted another figure standing under the shelter, to where you assumed to be another one of your neighbors. About to go and greet him, the words in your throat were jumbled up when you caught sight of who the person was. And he was not your neighbor.
Narrowing your eyes that were shining in curiosity and awe, you gave him a good look over. He was dressed so primly and fine that it looked like it was cut straight out of a men's fashion magazine. Thank god he had his attention directed at the awfully large and expensive phone he held in his fingers or else he would have caught you ogling at him.
Despite that, you felt your lips curl into a little smile when you watched him glance up and step onto the vehicle. Following suit, you quickly paid for your fare and took a seat just behind him. Without even glimpsing at him to remain stealthy, you didn't notice him flicker his cerulean blues over to you for a moment. Too bad you were too focused on not focusing on him you couldn't see those beautiful blue eyes.
He stood at a rather tall stature that you could even say he was as tall as Allen, if not taller. You were unable to steal a peek at his face to identify him, but you could tell from the crisp white button down shirt that he was wealthier than all... And what was that? It was a golden watch wrapped tightly around his wrist that glimmered under the small remainder of light that survived in the rain. His hair was similar to that of Allen's, except it was a clean, light shade of sandy blonde that you never thought you'd ever see in the flesh in this town.
The rumbling of a bus hummed in your ears. You ripped your gaze from him and you shook your head. "Staring is rude..."
Clutching Allen's phone in your hands, you turned your head over to the window to stare at anything that flew past. No matter how long the ride was, nothing particular in the poor setting would ever change. As retail buildings slowly disappeared, it was replaced by a residential area, with small houses with undefined shapes and clothing lines out in the front.
A few minutes had droned by, with different people stepping off and on. Soon, it was Allen's stop and you gathered your things to stand up. The blonde in front of you stood up as well, dusting things you couldn't even see off his arms. That was when you thought you were going to suffer from a panic attack as you walked over to the doors to get off. You didn't dare to touch him, accidentally or not. His broad shoulders were a feature of his, and it appeared as though it would land you in hospital if you were bumped by him.
The last little ray of light that was emitted from the sun had disappeared, replaced by a bright moon overhead. Stepping carefully onto the grass next to the pavement, you began walking in the direction of Allen's house, only to realize that he was walking in the same direction.
How could this get any weirder?
Cupping your mouth with a hand, you tensed up but still managed to move your legs. As you trailed slowly behind him, he walked in a rather... Interesting style, his hands in stuffed in his pockets with his head glancing around occasionally. On the other hand, you were awkwardly strolling behind him hoping to yourself that he didn't assume you were about to mug him from your seemingly stalkerish behavior.
The walk was long and silent, but you eventually made it to Allen's neighborhood no longer than five minutes. As you turned a corner to his street with the eye candy of a stranger in front of you, your dazed self stupidly bumped into him when he suddenly slowed to a stop. Your heart broke into a rapid thumping frenzy before it sank when he turned his head over to you, so slowly that it hurt.
You shut your eyes tightly and felt your soul start dissipating into nothing. "I'm so sorry!" You blurted, taking a step back from him. You didn't expect this, but you felt two hands rest on your shoulders. Screwing open your eyes, you met with two of the bluest irises behind a pair of rimless glasses. "Oh!" you gasped, backing away from his face that was bent down to your level.
His lips stretched into a smile and he laughed. "It's okay! It's getting dark after all," He replied, withdrawing his hands from your shoulders. His voice was strangely child-like, and it sounded as though he was the happiest man on the planet. You nodded furiously, clutching the bag strap tightly. "... Alright," you muttered. "I guess I'll be off then..." You then brushed past him, picking up the pace to your destination.
"Hey, wait for me! It's not safe for you to walk around alone at night." He called after you, jogging up to your side. You blinked, feeling your cheeks and ears suddenly start burning when you felt his presence close with yours.
"No, it's okay! I'm sure you have places to be," You smiled, "I always come here, so it's fine."
"Oh yeah? But isn't this place kinda dangerous?" He asked.
You blinked. "... Not the safest place I guess. But I know everyone around here, so..."
The man walking by your side obviously wasn't local. You'd never hear a member of the community spouting taboo like that, for this was actually one of the safer sides of the town.
"Huh..." He hummed with a tone laced with interest. He lingered his gaze over you, taking in some of your features. He trailed his visage up to your face, which consisted of soft features and eyes that shone brightly even in the dark. He wondered to himself how on Earth anyone here could be able to possess such beauty. That suddenly reminded him of the bus ride. "Hey, weren't we on the bus together?"
So he did notice.
"Yep, I saw you at the bus stop." You nodded.
He grinned. "Right! I thought you were stalking me."
Your jaw dropped and you shook your head at him with denial. "No way! Why would I stalk you?" You exasperated.
He shrugged. "Well, I guess I am pretty hot," He had a point there, but that was not a reason to commit such a felony. More like it was because he looked like he'd have a full wallet. You hummed, staring back at his eyes. Jesus, he really did have a strong resemblance with Allen. They even had a similar facial structure, except his was more of a babyface compared to Allen's. That was possibly why he was so attractive.
"No, I'd say narcissistic." You teased, earning a whine from him.
"Hey! I'm not!" He shot back.
The two of you were so immersed in the friendly conversation that the two of you hadn't realized that you were both subconsciously walking to the same house. It wasn't until you knocked on the door with your fist and Allen appeared that you even noticed. The door swung open to reveal a lazy-dressed boy, in nothing but knee-length tan shorts and a tight black crop top. Without sparing him a glance, you darted your round eyes over to the man standing beside you and he appeared just as shocked as you did.
Amazement flashed in your eyes and you brightened. "Wait! Why are you here?!" You exclaimed.
He widened his eyes and he laughed. "I'm visiting my cuz, what are you doing here?"
"Holy moly. I'm just here to return Allen's phone!" You replied, your heart fluttering in excitement. He was Allen's cousin? You thanked God that you met him! "Wow, I should've known! So you were the rich boy he was talking about!"
The auburn haired boy behind the fly screen felt his breath hitch. "... What the fuck?"
What were you doing with him?
He flashed you his pearly whites and nodded. "That's right! I'm Allen's cousin! The name's Alfred by the way." He held out a hand for you to shake and you took it gladly. "I'm (F/N), it's nice to finally know your name!" You laughed. "I'm a friend of Allen's,"
"Alright, enough yapping the two of you." A gruff voice cut in, followed by the ear-piercing creak of the fly screen. He loved your visits, but he despised Alfred's. The fact that you were here with him created a concoction of something far worse. "Hurry up and get inside, dollface." He was annoyed, and you could tell by the tone of voice. How could his luck go any more sour? The sight of you being so friendly with the boy he hated made him want to punch a wall. By the looks of it, Alfred had taken a large liking to you when he offered a hand for you to shake.
He almost never did to anyone he met in this neighborhood from his yearly visits.
Looming his tall frame over yours, he placed two hands on your shoulders from behind and hardened his stare at the blonde.
His protective tendencies for you kicked in.
"I see that you've met (F/N)," He then draped another arm around you this time.
Alfred's pupils shrunk and his lips twitched up into a smile. It was one of the strangest smiles you've ever seen, and it wasn't just radiating happiness that it was supposed to do. It radiated a mix of emotions, and joy was not one of them. "Yeah, your friend's pretty cool." He replied. "How come I wasn't introduced earlier?"
You lit up.
"Haha, I asked Allen the same question as well!" You chimed, feeling arms wrap around your neck and shoulders.
"You guys never asked." He grumbled.
"You know, Allen kept telling me how much of an A-hole you were, but apparently not!" You teased, unbeknownst to the tension that was starting to thicken the air again. The boy behind you narrowed his blood red irises dangerously and glared over at Alfred. It belonged to that of a wolf, and it spat nothing but what-are-you-doing-back-the-fuck-off.
Allen felt anger boil inside of him and he tightened his strong arms around you. What the hell did Alfred do? How the hell did the two of you meet? And most importantly, why did you not see him as what he truly was?
Alfred chuckled dryly. "Yeah, that's what he always says. I'm not that much of a jerk, am I?"
He flickered his gunmetal blue eyes over to Allen. It was swirling with nothing but mischief and triumph.
"You're really nice, so no. I don't know what he's talking about!" You continued, turning over to Allen behind you and handing him his phone. He took it with a lazy grin and slid it in his pant pocket. "Here's your phone, you idiot. You need to stop forgetting it, honestly."
"Thanks, babydoll," He cooed, darting his crimson red irises back to the visitor with a smirk. "I don't use it too much so I'm not bothered to take it with me."
"And you keep saying that I'm the airhead?" You pressed firmly. "You're gonna lose it someday."
"Not when you're around to look after it," He winked, directing this one straight at his cousin. He swore he caught his hands clench into tight fists.
There were many things that day to be pissed about for each and every one of you. First things first, Allen's stupid tendencies to leave his shite around and leaving it for your care. A nasty surprise on the said boy's door front and the chummy relationship you shared with him that was able to get under Alfred's skin. This was going to be an interesting recount of a relative's visit gone wrong.
