Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

Knives and Frying Pans ~ Belarus X Reader X Hungary

The three of you looked bad ass, all dressed in black leather and wilding various weapons, ranging from knives to frying pans to (weapon of choice).

You had three targets this morning; Prussia, Russia and America.

No need to worry, no one was going to die.

...

Yet.

"You ready, (Y/n)?" Hungary grinned, twirling a strand of your (h/c) hair around her finger.

You blushed and looked over at Belarus who was watching you intently. You nodded shyly. "Ready as I'll ever be." You smiled. "So, Prussia is going down first?"

Hungary smiled smugly. "Oh yes." She purred. "Then Russia and finally that moron America."

Your (e/c) eyes flicked over to Belarus who was picking at her perfectly shapped nails with a sharp knife. "Sounds like a plan." You said, transfixed by Belarus' knife wielding skills. Her cool blue eyes flicked up to yours and a grim grin graced her lips.

"Let's go." Hungary placed a soft hand on the small of your back and guided you out of her home and into the crisp morning air.
Belarus walked at your side, her hand lightly brushing yours every once and awhile.

As you approached the German brother's house, you started to slow down. What if going after a century's old nation wasn't such a good idea? You were only a human after all...

"Hungary." You reached out and your fingers wrapped around the fabric of her dress.

She pauses and turns back to you. Belarus stops right behind you, her warm breath tickling the back of your neck. Her silence made you shiver. "Yes?" Hungary asks cooly.

"Maybe this isn't such a good idea." You take a step back but hit Belarus' chest. "I'm sort of... breakable."

"We'll protect you." Belarus says.

You swallow. Hungary takes a step towards you, a slight smirk on her lips. She takes your chin and leans in, placing a light kiss on your lips. "You're our human."

You feel Belarus' cold hand rest on your neck. "Fragile." She murmurs.

"Heeyyyyyy!" A loud, obnoxious voice cuts through the air. Hungary rolls her eyes and turns to face a grinning Prussia.

Without warning (it was expected though), she whacks him above the head with her frying pan. Prussia crumbles to the ground, knocked out cold. Hungary casual steps over him and walks down the sidewalk towards the Slavic household.

Belarus takes your hand and runs after Hungary. "Why are you going to take out Russia?" You ask nervously.

Belarus glances at you. "Not take him out." She looks back towards Hungary's back. "Just tell him to stay away from you."

"Oh."

After Belarus had snarled at Russia about not touching (Y/n), you headed to your last destination. The North American house.

Canada was the one who opend the door, a look of dread settling on his features as he saw the three of you standing on his doorstep. "Hello." He greeted cautiously.

"Hello Canada." Hungary smiled pleasantly. "Now move over. I don't want to have to hit such a sweet male as yourself with a frying pan." She held up her pan as if too make her point.

Canada swallowed. "America isn't home." He paled, obviously lying. Poor soul. To kind for his own good.

"Move aside." Belarus pushed passed him.

"America run!" He yelled louder than you thought her ever could.

There was some loud crashing upstairs then America came bounding down the steps, brandishing a foam sword. "Don't worry Canadia! I'll protect you!" He cried valiantly.

As soon as his eyes met yours, he reeled back. "Aw shit." He cursed. He immediately dropped to his knees. "Please don't kill me." He whimpered, holding his hands up in some sort of prayer.

You hesitated, your (weapon of choice) hanging at your side. Belarus got impatient and ripped it from your hands. She delivered a solid blow to the side of America's head. "All done." She mused as America flopped to the ground. "Let's go." She took your hand again and led you out of the house.

You cast and apologetic glance at Canada who seemed slightly shocked. Hungary took your other hand.

What did the three bad asses do today? Beat people with frying pans and (weapon of choice)s. That's right. Totally bad. Ass.
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(For @eeveelover416)
Sorry if it's bad! It's literally 1:00 in the morning so I am sort of delirious. If you don't like, I'll rewrite!