Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

You Become Friends

America

Since the horrible breakdown you had in the comic book store, you've been back a couple of times. And every single time you've seen him- Alfred. You haven't talked much, but you realized he was the personification of the country America. How fitting. He was loud and annoying and didn't shut up about hamburgers.

Now here you were, reading a comic before you bought it. Just as you were really getting into it-

"HEY (NAME!!!!!!!)"

Great. Just fucking wonderful.

"Hey Alfred...." You said, turning around to face him. He smiled widely.

"Hey dude, can I have your phone number?" He asked.

"What? Why?" You asked, genuinely confused as to why an almost stranger would ask you for your number.

"Because dude! You seem really nice and cool! Maybe we could hang out sometime!" He said.

You smiled lightly. "Alright. it's (your cell #)"

Alfred entered the number into his phone, then looked up at you.

"I'm so spamming you with texts in the middle of the night!" He joked.

"WHAT THE HELL ALFRED."

Canada

It has been about a week since you meet Matthew or other wise known as, Canada. Yeah, it was kind obvious he was the personification of the country. Now here you were, asleep in the tree. But little did you know that you were slowly slipping... slipping... slipping...

Your eyes flashed open as you felt yourself falling out of the tree. You screamed loudly, your arms flailing, trying to grab anything to catch you.

Suddenly, you landed into someone's strong arms.

"Are you okay?" A quiet but familiar voice asked.

You turn to face the voice. You found yourself staring into deep purple eyes.

"Y-Yeah..." Your voice came out shakily.

Matthew slowly let you down. "I don't know if you remember me... But uh... I'm Matthew." He said quietly.

You smiled despite your racing heart. "I remember." you said.

Matthew whole face changed. His eyes became desperate and his mouth hung open. He grabbed your hand and held it. "Y-You remembered? Your the first person who's ever remembered who I am...! Please be my friend!!!" His words came out fast and quietly, but there was no missing the desperation and need. Was this boy really that lonely?

You nodded. "Of course I'll be your friend Matthew!"

England

Back in the tea shop. Not for your grandmother this time. No, this was about the third time you had come back since seeing Arthur. Or, as you had figured out, the personification of England. He helped you pick up the shards of the teacup but that was it. He left after that. You hoped that if you kept coming you'd get to see him again.

The door opened and in walked Arthur. He looked around the shop, and his eyes landed on you. He walked over to you. "(Name), right?" he asked.

You nodded. "I didn't think I'd see you here again. Do you come here often?" you asked.

He nodded. "Just about everyday. You know, i was told by the owner that you've come here waiting for me." he smirked.

Your face turned bright pink with blush. "Yeah... Sorry... I'm so creepy" you laughed nervously, face palming.