Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

One of you is drunk

America

You staggered into the house, yawning loudly. You were plenty tired and plenty drunk, drunk enough to do something drastic.

A sly smirk crossed your face as you padded off to the bedroom where Alfred was sprawled across the bed, completely absorbed in a video game. For a moment you leaned against the door, an evil sparkle in your eye. "Alfred." You cooed.

"Heya dudette." He said, his eyes not even glancing away from the screen. You frowned, not liking his lack of interest in you. Sighing, you walked over and straddled his waist, trailing kisses down his neck.

"H-Heh dudette... I can't see the screen."

"Who cares?" You purred, licking gently at his collarbone.

A moan passed his lips. "I want to play..."

"Play me." You smirked, nibbling on his ear.

"God dammit I love you too much." He smiled and flipped over, resting on top of you as he kissed you passionately.

Canada

You snuggled up in Matthews bed, watching the snow whirling around in the wind. The sight made you shiver, suddenly wishing the Canadian was beside you.

As if the Lord above heard your wish, within moments Matthew was lounging beside you, a wolfish smirk dancing on his lips. His arms wrapped around you tightly, bring you against his warm chest.

"Hey Mattie!" You giggled gently, snuggling into him.

"Hello, (Name)~" he whispered sensually into your ear, making you shiver. His hands drifted up your shirt and against your skin, trailing with just enough softness to make you sigh out in pleasure.

"O-Oh Matt..." You moaned as he ducked his head, kissing and nibbling on your neck. He snickered and pulled off your shirt, resting his hands on your chest.

"You're so cute." He smirked, his violet eyes glowing.

A blush spread across your face as his continued his kisses down your body. You love his shy self, but this is certainly nice and you can't wait to see where it goes.

France

Francis's mouth hung open as he saw you lounging on the bed in deep red lingerie with a coy smirk on your face. You, the sensible, reasonable, not as flirty partner in this relationship.

He closed his mouth and smiled, walking over to the bed and crawling on top of you. "Mon cherie, just how much wine did you consume this evening?"

You shrugged and bit you lip, stifling a giggle as you laid back casually. "You might have a hard time replacing it all." You smirk widened. "It looked expensive."

"Do I have to punish you, ohonhonhon?" He asked, already taking off his shirt and unzipping his pants.

Your eyes sparkled and you nodded, grabbing his face and pulling him into a deep kiss.

England

You sighed in pleasure as Arthur pinned you to the wall, trailing kisses across your shoulders and spine, one arm wrapped around your waist tightly. It wasn't long ago that he staggered in dead drunk and you suggested that he sleep it off. Somewhere between the kitchen and the family room you lost your shirt, bra and pants and were now pressed flush against the wall.

Arthur laughed darkly in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin making you shiver. "Arthur..."

"You're so cute, (Name). I love you." He smiled against your skin as he turned you around and pressed your back to the wall instead of your front. He grinned down at you mischievously.