2p!Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

22: Almost Another World War

#22: Almost Another World War

[Another Country flirts with you/Meeting another country/Not technically flirting but he's super protective so, R.I.P. to those countries]

Lol. Another jealousy-like scenario. Enjoy!

Francois Bonnefoy

        Francois Bonnefoy has never felt regret in anything in his life. It was his nature to simply not give a damn about the things and people around him. That was until he agreed to Francis hanging out with you. Ever since you met his first personality, you persuaded him to bond with his (somewhat) twin. As luck wouldn't have it, the rest of Francis' gang came along and whisked you away from him.

        The faint sound of your giggles was heard throughout the house, even reaching his isolated office. Francois flinched at the thought of other men making you happy. His swiveling chair squeaked as he pushed back, standing up and taking the telephone of the hook as his fingers pressed the digits on the pad. His tall figure leaned against the rich oak wood material of his desk as he waited for the person to answer.

        "Hello, I want you to cancel all of my meeting today... Yes, all of it... I don't care if it's important or not... If they're so desperate, then tell them to move their appointment... Just do as I say or you'll find yourself unemployed, do you hear me?" with that he slammed the handset back to its place. He shocked his subordinates as he slid the double doors of his office open. Without any other words, his underlings followed him as he made his way downstairs to see you and what he witnessed didn't quite please him.

        Gilbert proudly grinned, seeing you almost collapse from laughing at his awesome joke. "Tell me, liebling. Am I more awesome than Francois?" the Prussian wonders, making you laugh even more. For funs and giggles, you nodded in agreement. "Why don't you go out with me then?" Gilbert's words made you stop in the middle of your seal-clapping. "W-what?" you stuttered, staring at him with wide eyes. Antonio and Francis whistled and cheered at their friend's remark that caught you speechless. Then they turned pale with their cheers immediately dying down. You looked back, seeing an angry Francois standing there with an eerily stoic façade.

        "Simeon, escort these three out of the entire property. Make sure they won't return here ever again," he snaps.

Allen Jones

        From the beginning of your relationship with Allen, you quickly took a note of how extremely territorial he is of you. He didn't like it when men stared too long at you, let alone dared to talk or touch you. You knew he always took on the violent sides of things but you never failed to notice that he was trying his best not to. You appreciated his attempt on changing himself for the better.

        You smiled down at the mobile device within your hold, receiving texts from your boyfriend who waited outside the building. Allen was whining about how you were taking too long in the grocery store. "What a coincidence, seeing you here. You're Allen's girl, right? (Y/N) was it?" You turned around to the direction of the voice, immediately seeing Alfred standing behind you with potato chips in his hands. "Uh, yeah," you murmured, feeling somewhat awkward since he did see you in less clothing in the first and last time you met him. "Hey, don't be shy, dudette! I don't bite. You're Allen's girlfriend, so basically you're a friend of mine already," Alfred grins, casually putting his arms around your shoulders. "But aren't you and Allen... not friends?" you wondered as he scoffed, denying your guess.

        "Say, why don't we hang out for a bit? I know a good diner that serves great food," Alfred beams, hitting you right at the feels. Though Food was your other, other half, you saw through his attempts. Glancing behind him, you smirked to yourself. "Sure, I'll just ask Allen," you sweetly grinned, just as Allen loomed over the young American. "What are you doing here, pork chop?" Allen so venomously sneers. "Babe! Don't be so rude. Alfie here invited me for a little lunch, right Alfie?" you innocently batted your eyelashes. "He... what?" Allen takes a second to process, immediately glaring at his counterpart.