Welcome Home (Hetalia x Reader)

Of Silliness and Seriousness

Just stay still. Stay still, _____.

Maybe he won't see you if you don't move.

Just...

stay...

sti---...

"Uh, love? Is something wrong? The scones are getting cold..."

Dammit.

I nervously made my way towards the blonde-haired, green-eyed Brit and eyed his basket of....delicacies.

Is it just me, or is there really a weird aura emanating from the scones?

I gulped.

Oh my goodness, please let me live...

I picked up the charcoal-like pastry and spoke, "Mhhm, I'll never know until I try it, righ---"

"HAHAHAHA! Don't worry, dudette!! The HERO is here to save you!!!" America exclaimed as he picked me up from behind and carried me in his arms.

"W-What are you doing, Am--Alfred?!!" I yelled frantically, shocked by his sudden action.

"You'll thank me later! For now, let's get you outta here!" he replied.

"Hey!! What the bloody hell are you doing, you git?!" England said angrily.

America turned to him and spoke, "Seriously, dude! You really want her to make us leave? She's really cool, let's not give her a reason to hate you---and the rest of us! :P"

"N-Nonsense! I'm just offering her a scone!" England retorted, holding up the basket.

At that, America ran, carrying me over to the living room where the others were.

The guys raised their eyebrows as they saw the three of us. It looked pretty funny, actually.

I was being carried by America.

America and I were being chased after by England.

England was wearing a pink apron, holding a basket of burnt scones--and of course, chasing after us.

"Aiyah. What are you guys, doing?" China asked as he watched us go in circles around the living room.

"Something silly." I giggled.

"Alfred, stop this already, you just ate. And please let  miss _________  down." Germany ordered the hyper American.

"HAHAHAHA! But I'm just saving the dudette from the danger of Eyebrow's awful scones!" America joked.

France laughed. "Oh~ You're right! His scones taste horrible!"

"Shut up, frog!!"

"Yeah! Dude, it's seriously bad." America said to England, letting me down gently on one of the sofas.

".......Is that so." England weakly let out.

He then turned and went back to the kitchen.

The rest of us were silent for a while.

"It's sorta my fault, too...but you know....you guys could have said it on a nicer way." I told them blankly.

They just shrugged and mumbled out a few words of "sorry".

I crossed my arms and faced them "Mhhm... Look, since we guys are going to live with each other for a while...I want us to get along. ALL of us. I'm not asking you to be all friendly with each other---'cause from what I've observed--I don't think all of you guys are in good terms...but...at least be civil, okay? Know the limits."