Hetalia x Reader Oneshots

And Now: Dragons

Another soulmate au, I'm lonely and you lot are suffering for it. I apologize. 

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(y/n) (l/n) stared blankly at the words on their thigh. Having them there gave them a chance to have a set answer to it, which, even if it doesn't match the other person's words, tends to throw people for a loop. Lord have mercy on the poor soul walking around with 'I'm a fucking dragon bitch.' somewhere on their person. On the bright side, it isn't the gender identity crisis of a common nature that is so blandly scrawled just above their knee. It does not help that they don't give a damn about the binary, to begin with, was that because of their words? Who's to say. Certainly not the person running late for their first day working at the World Center as a glorified go-for. 

OH SHIT, THEY'RE LATE! They shot out of their morning stupor and into their "professional" clothes for their job and out the door with their bag slung on their back and a prayer that if all else fails they'd find a cab and that Kai would keep her teasing to a minimal.

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Arthur was staring at his covered arm with a glower. He's had the words since forever and he's a tad bit miffed about it. He's met all the dragons already so he knows for a god be damned fact that his universally chosen beloved isn't a dragon and by Jove, he's no bitch. He had half the mind to summon the fates responsible for such a thing as soulmates and give them a stern talking to over this rubbish. He'd forgotten where he was and shot his eyes up when a certain frog chuckled. He glared at the Frenchman who accepted a cup from someone who looked like they didn't want to be there. 

"Mon ami, zis iz (y/n). Cher, can you get 'im a cup az well? You will be free for ze next hour or so after." The person nodded and prepared Arthur a cup of tea earning a chipper 'Merci' from the blond Frenchman.

The cup was set before him a moment later causing him to look at the person a little more closely.

"Ah, thank you, er, sir, er, ma'am, er, person." His words seemed to garner a wry smirk on the person's face.

"I'm a fucking dragon bitch." Their words made him blanche and his arm slightly tickle.

His hand shot out and grabbed the (h/c)'s wrist as his emerald eyes bored into their (e/c) ones.

"I fancy proof of that, do you spit fire by chance?" A twinkle in his eye told the person that he was expecting this to an extent.

"Only when a sick burn is needed, dearest." They smirked at him.

"Well, soulmate," Arthur pulled out a business card from his pocket and handed it to them. "Do call when you wish to set me ablaze."

They were quiet as they took the card and put it into their pocket. They nodded a goodbye and left the two men to their tea.

"Arthur, when did you get so smooth?" Francis was the one to break the silence that settled like a blanket over the pair.

"Oh fuck off." The thick eyebrowed man huffed.

~~~~~bonus~~~~~

The two were making breakfast after Arthur spent a long weekend proving that he was no bitch (at least to himself). When (y/n) tilted their head and hummed in thought.

"What, love?" Arthur hummed as he flipped a pan of bacon.

"Is your mind a garden?" They asked squinting at him.

"Not that I'm aware of." He glanced at his lover in confusion.

"Then those caterpillars have no reason to be stuck to you like they are." They easily dodged the spatula that was playfully swatted in their general direction as he turned off the range and growled at them.

"Looks like my dragon needs more taming." The heated look in his eyes made a shiver shoot down their spine before they shot off through his home into the bed they've been sharing followed by the man.

He launched his tickle attack and brought them to a heap of panting, blushing limbs in a matter of moments. Once he deemed the tickling sufficient he stopped and gazed down at them, the image searing itself into his mind in several scenes that would make Francis blush.

Most of which might of already been brought to fruition in the 'I'm no bitch campaign' he set off on that weekend. Either way he kissed them, rather deeply for a giggly mess of  person. (y/n) wasn't gonna catch their breath for a while.