Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

FIGHT ME!

As per multiple requests, we have some fights! Some of these are suggestions from... forever ago, some of these are random stuff I came up with. Hope you enjoy!

Also harsh language warning, ya know, if that's not your thing.

America

"So, anywaysh, I told England that if he hash I problem wish me, he can- "

"I cant understand what you're saying!" You sighed, shaking your head.

"Shorry." He swallowed the remnants of his burgers. "I told England that if he has a problem with me, he can fuck right off."

"I mean, sure... but you never told me why he got angry with you?"

He rolled his eyes and grabbed his soda, taking a long gulp and slamming it back down. "Well lets see here! I'm stupid, I'm annoying, I'm ignorant, I'm blindly optimistic, I'm fat! You know, all the normal stuff he's pissed off about."

You sighed softly, knowing that you needed to reassure him, but part of you couldn't help but kinda agree with England. He could be, a bit dim at times and a little bit annoying. "Were you doing anything that made him angry?"

He raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I was arguing with Kiku about which My Hero Academia character is better, but that was all."

"And you did this... at a meeting?" You looked at him pointedly.

"Yeah? So what? Kiku's my friend, I can talk to him whenever I want about whatever I want." He started angrily shoving fries in his mouth.

"Yes, but there is a time and a place for stuff like that. England probably just got angry because you weren't focused."

America squinted his eyes and his brow furrowed. "What are you going to criticize me for next, being fat?"

Your eyes widened. "No, I was only saying-"

"That you agreed with England. Well shit, (Name), if you agree with him so much, maybe both of you can get together and write down everything wrong with me." He stood up from the table with such a fury that the chair he was sitting on smacked back on the floor. He stomped off to your shared bedroom and slammed the door shut, leaving you there with the worst case of whiplash you had ever had.

Canada

He didn't say anything, but as soon as he sat down, you could tell Canada was miserable. He hadn't said a word since he had gotten home from a meeting, and he looked as if he would burst into tears at literally any moment.

"Alright, Mattie. You gotta tell me what's wrong." You curled up against his side, gently resting your hand on his chest. He shook his head and shrugged you away, almost backing himself into the corner of the couch. Your heart sank at the sight and you scooted close to him, peering into his eyes with gentle care. "Come on... talk to me please?"

He gulped and let out a shaky sigh. "I just... I don't want to talk about it, okay?" His voice shivered and tears prickled the corners of his eyes.

You cupped his face in your hands, making sure he maintained eye contact with you. "You have to talk to me! You look like you're about to burst into tears!"

He took your hands in his and pulled them off his cheeks, then just held them, looking down at them for a long time before he spoke again. "I don't want you to forget me."