Hetalia Reader Inserts

England x Reader

England (Arthur Kirkland) X Reader

He was such an eloquent speaker. He was a man who could convince millions of people to jump off a cliff if he wished it. She had seen him standing before a crowd of thousands in a calm and composed manner as he talked about his political plans and how they'd help the greater society. Yet there he stood, a bouquet of roses in his hands with a pretty pink blush decorating his pale cheeks as her nervously fumbled over his words with his emerald eyes cast down at the ground, occasionally glancing up to meet her own eyes. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves and managed to lock his gaze with hers "Miss (Y/N), I'd like to officially ask you out on a date." She blinked in surprise before an easy smile made its way onto her face and a laugh bubbled out of her chest "Arthur. You already know my answer." Hesitation became clear on his face and her smile grew "Of course I accept." The hesitation went away to be replaced with absolute joy. 

It always wowed her how a man, seen by the public as a perfect man clear of faults, appeared so childish and carefree in her presence. He gently grabbed her hand and placed a kiss upon her knuckles "I shall pick you up at 7 o'clock for dinner plans, my love." He handed her the bouquet of roses and turned on his heel. He glanced back at her with a charming smile "Make sure you come in your finest garments, love." She rolled her eyes at the comment and watched him walk away from her home with a happy smile on her face.

Arthur arrived at 7 o'clock as promised and she stepped out into the refreshing night air to be greeted with a bouquet of white lilies. Arthur smiled sheepishly as he peeked his head around the bouquet "I thought I'd change it up." She took the bouquet "It's lovely Arthur." His smile grew and he allowed her to place them within her home before offering his arm to her. She smiled and linked their arms together "Where are we going?" "It's a surprise, my dear" he replied, easily guiding her through the streets of London, England. A few moments of comfortable conversation later, they arrived at a park bathed in the light from the streetlamps. 

She turned to Arthur and his bright smile returned to his face and highlighted the freckles dotted across his cheeks "This is the dinner I've got planned." She surveyed her surrounding and took in a deep breath at the beauty. The stars twinkled in the night sky and (Y/N)'s gaze looked down at the blanket strewn across the damp grass with an assortment of food and drinks in the centre. "It's wonderful" she breathed out and Arthur's smile turned fond as he grasped her hand within his once again "Only the best for you, my love." Pink settled itself on her cheeks as he guided her to the blanket "Thank you Arthur." "It is was my pleasure" he whispered to her, and they took their places on the blanket. They spent the rest of the night conversing easily and staring up at the night sky.

People cheered in support of Arthur as he stood at the podium with his composed expression and spoke to the masses. (Y/N) watched in admiration as Arthur reigned in the crowd and made them fans of his ideals with only his words. Arthur looked over with a smile and bright green eyes filled with life and ambition. The life and ambition in his eyes were stolen after the sound of a loud gunshot from within the crowd.

Her tears blurred her vision as she stared down at the blank piece of paper dedicated toward his eulogy. She tightened her grip on her pen as she hastily wiped away her tears in an effort to avoid staining the paper with her misery. Words failed her at the moment. She didn't know how to deliver a eulogy. She knew Arthur would have been able to accomplish the task eons ago. He was unrivalled in his manner of speech and his ability to write in such a convincing and emotional tone that moved the masses. She knew she'd never forget Arthur Kirkland. She could never forget a man as wonderful as him and the way he spoke drove her crazy with adoration. It wasn't the way he addressed crowds, but rather the way he addressed her in private with a tone filled with love and nothing hidden in those enchantingly beautiful green eyes. 'Yes,' she thought, as she pressed the tip of her pen to the paper, 'I'd never forget a man like Arthur Kirkland.'

Notes:

I deleted the chapter with the questions. I did it because I'm not a fan of chapters interrupting the flow of the books. Regardless, I really appreciated those who commented and shared their answers to the questions. It was fun and nice to get to know some of the readers. I just wanted to say thank you for participating 

Prompt: Speech

It's set back in the day. No specific time period because I'm not really an expert on British history.

He's a politician in this. It may be quite obvious, but I felt the need to clarify if anyone was confused because the word is never used if I recall 

The way he talks in this is based off how he acts when he isn't being annoyed by Francis or Alfred. It's kind of like how he talks to Ludwig 

I believe he has freckles. I'm not sure, but even if he doesn't I'm not changing it because I think the freckles suit him 

I really enjoy writing stuff like this and I hope you like it too (sorry for killing him off so suddenly)

Next is Germany