2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

02 : The Darn Feelings

"Good morning, Ollie!"

The bell rings as you sauntered into the pastel shop with a bright beam. In turn, a delighted smile instantly appears on the Englishman's face as well. "Good morning!" he gleefully welcomes you, letting you pass through the counter as his heart hammers against his chest.

Just about any gesture you do makes his heart and brain malfunction but Oliver absolutely loves spending time with you.

At some point over your friendship, you've gone to offer your help around the bakery, taking time off of your own schedule to work with him for most of the week. You have this welcoming ambiance that simply lulls people into the shop. It must be your smile, Oliver thinks, or your kind nature in general.

You come around an hour before opening, helping the Brit prepare the bakery. The two of you would sometimes bake together, too, where Oliver would allow the both of you a slice to eat while you both wait for customers.

Every time the two of you are together, you give nothing but praise and encouragement the Englishman, never failing to inspire him. You were a homely warmth he longs to huddle closer to from the cold world around him.

What keeps pushing him back, however, is the past, having been broken for too many times. Oliver was still wary. You were warmth, yes, but you were fire that could burn him if he ever becomes too comfortable—his mind tells him this. How could she ever love someone like you?

"Ollie?"

He snaps out of his thoughts, a blush spreading his cheeks as he realized he had grown too quiet and catching your curious but concerned gaze. Oliver resembled a fish as he tried to stutter out a reply, but stops when you give him a reassuring smile.

"It's okay. You don't have to tell me," you say, before gesturing to the freshly baked batch of cupcakes that have now cooled down enough to be put on display. "I'll go on and put this out, hm?"

Oliver is then left alone to wallow with his emotions. As long as you were there, he decides, he knows you're worth the pain. You don't have to love him. Your presence is enough.

Unbeknownst to the Englishman, the (h/c)-haired girl that has stolen his heart feels the same—her own mind feeding her both doubts and hopes. What if he only sees me as a friend? What if I'm over-stepping? What if he'll never like me?

But what if he will?

You better tell him now because hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.

[11202020 — damn, young Mira likes them deep quotes o o f]

LUCIANO VARGAS

The Italian leaned against the sleek, red car, a sigh escaping his lips as his arms crossed before him.

Luciano felt conflicted—very much so. His mind is a jumbled mess of anger and confusion, but there might be a little something there, too. What it is really, he actually does know, but will never come to accept it. Talk about, in denial. Pssh.

Admittedly, he knows well of the little dumbstruck stunt he pulled on the fateful day of meeting (Y/N) (L/N)—something he's been quite mortified of the moment he got a hold of himself when he and Flavio got home.

The Italian genuinely is grateful for your presence—don't get it wrong. You and Flavio have been of great help with getting him back into the real world to live his life, the same café often being a meet-up spot. He's grown to appreciate your advices and occasional banters.

Still, the Italian continues to struggle with his emotions—his mind arguing the sincerity of his feelings. Though he may be a hopeless romantic, Luciano will never resort to using a kind young woman to rid himself of the gaping hole he feels in his chest.

Thus, Luciano would always make up excuses to himself every time he spends time with you—all in the name of keeping himself from confronting his feelings. 

Tingling sensation in the stomach?

"Probably something I ate"

That fuzzy feeling in your head?

"I wasn't feeling good when I woke up"

Blushing faces and sweating?

"It's hot today"

A sigh escapes Luciano's lips as he comes back to reality, where he waits before the airport, magenta eyes looking through the crowd in search of a familiar face. (Y/N)'s coming back to Italy, see—courtesy of Flavio using his connections to assure her an internship to a known fashion designer and help hone her skills. Luciano came to pick her up.

Why is he doing this? Because he's a good friend of course.

"Luciano, over here!"

His heart skips a beat at the sight of the very young woman he was thinking about. The Italian offers a sheepish wave back to the (h/c)-haired girl pushing her luggage cart towards him. Luciano will admit, he had missed her during her time away.

Luciano comes to help you with your bags. "Welcome back, bella," he then greets, hiding his nerves behind the flirtatious image he's known for. Calm yourself down, bastardo. It's just (Y/N).

All of the excuses and the lies he tells himself could only go so far. As he looks down to see your bright smile, the Italian knows well that, deep down, he completely fell head over heels for you.

Author's Note:
[ORIGINAL NOTE] Enough said, ladies. I hope you enjoyed.
[11/20/2020] AAAAA OlivER I'M sO SORRY FOR CUSSING I'LL PAY YOU I SWEAR SHDJAHSAHHAH
anYWays, I'll work on Scenario #3 as fast as I can!!! See y'all next time <3

Lots of love,
Milady Mira