As I am coming back from over 2 years of not updating, here are some reunion stories. I hope you enjoy.
America
Seriously, this had been the longest week in all of history! And that was saying a lot, cause at this point, America was super old! You had been away on a work trip, and no matter how many times you called or texted or sent him cute pictures of yourself, he still couldn't help but miss you desperately! Man, it sucked! It was something that made him totally not feel like a hero!
As he was wallowing in self misery on the couch, indulging in the LEGO Batman movie, he fell asleep, unaware as your car turned into the driveway.
Your eyelids felt weak and heavy and aches permeated through every inch of your body. All you wanted to do was lay down and sleep for the next several days. You pushed open the door of your car, and practically rolled out onto the driveway. Deciding that your suitcase would be comfortable in the trunk, you trudged up to the front door, unlocking it and falling inside. In the distance you heard the antics of a children's film and you couldn't help but smile, because you were home, with him, and that was all that mattered.
You snuck slowly into the family room, eyes landing on your precious little hero and you smiled tiredly. He looked so warm and comfortable, his shirt rising just enough to see his adorable squish, his cheeks rosy, and his ever-present classes just slightly askew.
Moving carefully so you didn't wake him up, you curled up against his chest, head resting over his heart and hands gently gripping his shirt. The feeling of his chest rising and falling beneath you was calmly, almost mesmerizing. For a moment, you thought you'd join him in dream land too.
But his eyes cracked open a bit, and he grinned sleepily. "Howdy," he breathed, the sight of you warming him to his core.
You smiled back at him, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "Hi there, hero."
The two of you laid there for the rest of the day, in each other's warm embrace, making up for lost time.
Canada
Airports at 2:30 were certainly an interesting spectacle, what was usually a densely packed area had been completely cleared out, and you could pretty much see the tumbleweeds rolling along the empty corridors.
Canada had been all ready to go at 6, to pick you up at 7 and take you out to dinner. He hadn't seen you in nearly 3 weeks, and he was so excited to finally have back his best friend and girlfriend. But then you called and told him the flight was delayed, and you wouldn't be landing until 3 in the morning. He'd have to wait even longer to see you, and his wonderful plans to welcome you home were ruined by faulty airplane schedules!
He checked his watch a few more times, sighing as the seconds seemed to be ripping holes in his exhausted body. All he wanted, all he had wanted for 3 weeks, was just to hold you, to feel your warmth, to touch your hair as your pressed closer to him. And as much as it embarrassed him to admit it, he missed your more intimate times together as well... he just missed you terribly, and his body was aching for you.
His phone buzzed and he pulled it out, smiling almost immediately. Your text to him read "just landed! See you soon!"
He kept his eyes fixated on the door that you would eventually exit from. The second he saw you, his pushed himself off the bench and sprinted over to you, nearly knocking over other people who were also exiting. He whisked you into his arms, and buried his head in your neck, blushing madly as he heard you chuckle at his eagerness. Your fingers passed through his hair and he thought he would nearly die of happiness.
You heard a scoff from someone who's way you were blocking, and you chuckled again. "Come on, we're in the way!" You tugged him aside, melting into his arms again. He planted gentle kisses over your head, his arms wrapping around your waist. You buried you head in his neck and inhaled, of course, the scent of maple syrup. You giggled and looked up at him. "I'm hungry."
He smiled, "3 am pancakes?" He ruffled your hair softly.
"You know me so well!"
France
He had been gone for far too long now. Well, it had only been 3 days, but you two spent nearly every second together, so any time apart was too long!
Now, we all know France is the master of seduction, and it wasn't uncommon for you to come home from work to him already attempting to work his magic, either slowly with dinner and candlelight, or speeding things along and just being naked in bed.
But today, TODAY DAMMIT, you were going to give him a greeting to end all greetings. Today, YOU were going to be the master of seduction!
He certainly wasn't expecting much of anything when he came in, maybe you, eating Chinese takeout on the couch, watching whatever Netflix show you were raving about. He'd slip himself down beside you and start kissing you silly, show you just how much he missed you right then and there.
He certainly wasn't expecting a trail of rose petals leading from the front door, up the stairs, and to, where he could only assume was the bedroom. He grinned at the sight, dropping his bags there and kicking off his shoes. He started up the stairs, following the delicate pathway to the bedroom. The room was bathed in candlelight casting dancing shadows on the walls. His eyes scanned the place, until they finally landed on the most perfect thing he had ever seen.
It was you, lying in bed, looking right at him with the most sharp, confident, and utterly sexy look in your eyes. You had a sheer robe, tied rather loosely around your waist, covering you but just scandalous enough for him to catch the most perfect glimpses of your skin. His whole body was set aflame with desire.
"Well, it looks like someone certainly missed me, non?" He chuckled, tossing off his jacket casually.
You grinned and stretched out a bit, twirling a rose petal around your fingers. "Whenever I'm not touching you, I miss you." You looked up at him, feigning innocence. You looked pure and sweet, but behind your eyes, there was the energy of Aphrodite, and he was becoming undone purely by your gaze.
He slid onto the bed, his arms resting on either side of your head as his eyes took in every inch of you. He looked like a man who had been lost in the desert for days without a drop of water, and you were a beautiful clear river cutting through the heat.
You chucked to keep down the chills his gaze gave you and smooth your hands over the front of his shirt, popping his button undone. "I can tell you missed me too, Francis."
He chuckled, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your collarbone. "Can you?" He mumbled reverently.
You sighed pleasantly and tugged his head up to look into his eyes again. "I can, but I still think you should show me just how much you missed me."
He smirked, his arms curling around your waist and dragging you to his chest. "As you wish, mon cherie." With a deep kiss, the nights activities had been set out, for both of you.
England
The only good thing, repeat, THE ONLY GOOD THING, about going on a business trip, was coming back to you, especially if it was late and England could just slide into bed with you. Then you could both wake up beside one another and start the day as if he had never gone.
He crept up the stairs around midnight, trying his best not to disturb you. Not that he could anyway, you were pretty much dead to the wild. He sighed at the sight of you. Clearly, you were the epitome of sexiness and beauty, what with your hair tangled about your head and your arm flopping over the edge of the bed. Okay, perhaps it wasn't the most flattering you've ever appeared, but to England you looked like home, like everything he had ever wanted. He slid off his shoes and shuffled under the covers, molding his body around yours. Yeah, this was the only good thing about business trips, getting to hold you when he came back. He pressed a kiss to your head and fell asleep beside you.
When sunlight hit the room the next morning and your eyes finally shifted open, you felt a familiar warmth surrounding you. Blearily, you could make out England beside you, face calm and arms wound around you tightly, as if he thought you'd drift away from him in the night. This was his longest trip yet, and you could tell that he must have missed you something terrible. You edged closer to him, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.
His arms tightened around you, and without opening his eyes, his head dipped down into your neck so he could leave sleepy kisses against your skin.
You giggled and trailed your fingers through his hair, eyes fluttering closed. "Mm...I missed you."
He chuckled, his breath like a whisper across your skin. "I know you did, love. Next time you're coming with me, I can't stand being away from you that long."
You smiled and pressed your forehead to his, enjoying how still everything around the two of you seemed. "You got it."
Japan
Any moment now, Japan was going to walk through the door from wherever he had been the past few weeks, and you couldn't wait! You were practically bouncing off the walls, flittering back to the window every 30 seconds just for the hope off seeing his car pull up.
Then you spotted it, and you took off running to the front door, pulling it open, then bouncing around excitedly as he pulled into the driveway. He parked and stepped out of the car, smiling softly at you. "Hello."
So polite, even though you hadn't seen each other in almost a month. As ecstatic as you were that he was home, you tried to remain calm like him, stepping over and wrapping your arms around him in a gently, yet tight hug. You knew he was blushing, though your head was buried in his chest. It was just in his nature. He slowly returned the hug, his arms placed gently around your waist. For a few moments the two of you stayed that way, till you felt him shift a little uncomfortably. You chuckled and pulled away, opting to just hold his hand for a moment. You looked up at him and admired the flustered way he blushed and gulped softly.
"Need help getting your stuff inside?" You asked, letting go of his hand and heading to the trunk.
"Yes. Im afraid... I had to buy another suitcase."
You looked at him incredulously, trying to subdue a laugh. "Why?"
If it was even possible, he seemed to blush more. "Souvenirs..."
Of course. He was like a little kid with all the knickknacks he had to have. He popped the trunk and you both grabbed a suitcase, tugging them inside. "What kind of stuff did you get?"
He smiled, almost secretively. "You'll see."
You opened the front door, pulling in the suitcase he had to buy. "What, are they all for me?" You teased him.
"Well... yes." He closed the door behind the two of you.
Your eyes winded. "Really?? Why so many?"
He pulled off his jacket and shrugged. "I saw a lot of things that reminded me of you. I figured, perhaps they would make up for me having to be gone for so long."
"Kiku..." He was too good for this world. "That's so sweet, but all I need is for you to be home and safe." You took his hand in yours and squeezed it gently, watching his cheeks blush all over again and his eyes looking into yours with love unimaginable.
You looked away for a moment to stare at the um... souvenir suitcase. You giggled. "Though... I am very interested in whatever the hell is inside that thing."
Germany
You tried. You both really, really, REALLY tried. But after just one night of not being together, neither of you could take it. You called him that morning, explaining how hard it was to get to sleep without him beside you, and that you were dreading the rest of the month without him. You mostly expected him to be his typical stoic self, and just tell you that you'd have to just power through, the end of the month would bring you two together again.
Instead, after listening to you speak, he admitted, albeit quietly, that he felt the same way. And maybe the two of you came to a pretty childish decision, that he was going to fly out to spend the month with you. And sure, during the days you'd be pretty busy with work functions, but at least you two would have the nights together.
So that's how you came to be waiting your rental car outside the airport for him. It had already felt like a week since you had seen him, and it had only been a day. You watched the stream of people coming and going, tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. Finally, you spotted him, pulling a suitcase. You rolled down the window and leaned out, waving him over. You could she faintest of smiles on his lips as he walked over. One his suitcase was stashed away, he slid into the passenger seat, and without saying a world, pulled you against his chest and kissed you deeply.
You sighed and melted against him, body shivering at how much you had already missed his touch.
You pulled away after a bit and giggled. "That's better."
He nodded, pressing kiss to your cheek. "Ja. Much better."
"I almost expected you to just tell me to tough it out!" You chuckled.
He shook his head and pulled you closer to him, as well as he could manage in a car at least. "I never felt so pathetic than that night, trying to be without you."
You grinned. "Wellllllllllll, now you're stuck with me for a whole month!"
He nodded, then smiled a bit. "Perfect."
Italy
Okay, so you really don't have to go far for Italy to pretty much loose his mind without you. Seriously, one time you went to the grocery store and came home to him flinging his arms around you and refusing to let go for the rest of the night. Basically, any time you left him alone, you return was always an ordeal, sometimes with tears, sometimes without, and always with a barrage of hugs and kisses. It was like coming home to an excitable puppy, accept he wasn't a puppy, he was your boyfriend. Honestly, there wasn't much to complain about.
You were coming back from work, and per usual, Italy sprang up from his spot on the couch, flung his arms around you and began the usual sentiments: "(Name)! You're home! I missed you! I made you pasta! Oh oh and our new neighbors have a cute puppy, you have to go meet him at some point! Oh! And I called Romano and asked him if he wanted to come over and Super Smash Brothers with me, but he had to be Luigi and he told to go fu- (Name)? What are you doing?"
You were hugging him tighter than usual, smiling against his chest while he spoke. Even though he always made a big deal about you coming home to him, it never got old. And for some reason today seemed to be so much more pleasant. You hoped, as the two of you aged together, he would never stop being so excited to see you.
Finally you lifted your head up to look him in the eyes. "I'm just... I'm really happy to see you."
Italy grinned. "So you'll play Super Smash Brothers with me, right?"
You laughed. "Sure, I'll kick your butt in Super Smash Brothers, but you have to kiss me first."
His grinned widened and he swept you up into a deep kiss, threading his fingers in your hair. When you both pulled away, he giggled. "You have to be Princess Peach."
"Fine by me." You laughed and kissed him again.
Romano
So uh, that pleasant little scenario with Italy? Forget it, get rid of it, don't even expect it from Romano. Hell no, there was never any such greeting from Ms. Tsundere himself. Nope. Never.
Well, perhaps there was, but it manifested in a different way. Typically, after you two were reunited after a long time of being apart, he would act pretty indifferent. Maybe a kiss, maybe even a hug if you were lucky. On any other day he would be normal, he'd just touch you and kiss you as he pleased, but whenever you two were reunited, he acted almost as if you didn't exist. Why? Maybe he was trying to prove to you, or maybe just himself that he didn't miss you as much as he knew he did.
You could always see through the lie though. At first it was a bit hurtful, but when night came, it was completely different. Because he held onto you as if you were a lifeline and your bed was the sea during a storm. It was so simple, and yet it betrayed the whole tough guy act and showed a softer, sweeter side to him.
This time around you were expecting pretty much the same treatment, not that it bothered you, by now you were pretty much used to it. This time had been the longest that you had ever been away from him, but you didn't expect it to change his attitude.
You stepped in the house, setting down your bags and shrugging off your jacket. You headed to the kitchen to look for some kind food substance. "I'm home!" You called out, not that you expected him to answer or to come running.
And yet, as you turned away from the fridge, he was suddenly behind you, his arms encasing you in the tightest hug you'd ever received in your whole life. You were pretty much crushed against him, almost unable to breath.
After a few moments he buried his had into your neck, almost shivering at the feeling of you being so close to him. He was still trying to pull you closer to him, his fingers gripping at your clothes to keep you in place.
"Hey... this is different... are you okay?" You asked, slowly slipping your fingers into his hair.
He shook his head and somehow managed to pull you even closer. "Shut up. Shut up and just let me hug you."
You couldn't help but smile. "Okay, whatever you say."
He sighed against your skin and kissed it softly. "I missed you."
Maybe this wouldn't be an every time occurrence, but for now, it was more than enough.
Prussia
It wasn't often that both of you were on trips at the same time. He went to go bother France, and you had to go visit family. Though he left a day or so after you, you were both coming back on the same day. And though neither of you had discussed it, you knew exactly that what hadn't been spoken was a real threat to both of you: it was a race. A race to see who could get home first.
And uh, being the legend you are, you of course pulled up to an empty driveway and a locked door. You had bested the Amazing Prussia, and you were never going to let him live it down.
You set out work to enact phase two of your plan; hide, then jump out and scare him. After kicking aside your suitcase, you stormed upstairs, heading straight for the bedroom. You glanced between the bed and the closet, then went to the closet to hide. You opened the door, then shut it quickly behind you. At this point, he could be home at any minute.
You grinned to yourself and backed up into the closet, hoping to hide within the clothes. As you moved back, your back touched something that definitely didn't feel like a wall, and definitely didn't feel like clothes. And as soon as that thing began to run it hands down your back to your ass, you knew you were alone.
You screeched in surprise in a split second you flicked on the closet light and grabbed a hanger to beat the intruder. But the intruder was just Prussia, grinning at you like a proud idiot.
"Oh my god! I thought you weren't home!"
He smirked. "Hallo there, nice to see you too!"
"Where the hell is your car??"
"Parked it up the street, then walked here."
"And your suitcase?"
"Shoved it under the bed. Look, Frau, are you gonna keep asking me questions, or are you going to kiss me?" He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
You sighed a chuckled, tossing aside the hanger. You stood on your toe and kissed him, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He pulled away and grinned down at you. "I win, Frau."
You rolled your eyes. "Whatever."
Hello there!
I hope you all enjoyed this much overdue update! I know, I'm basically the JonTron of Wattpad.
Now, I'm not sure if you can tell, but my writing has probably changed a lot since I last wrote here. Mainly, that's due to the fact that the last time I updated I was 14, now I'm 17, and I've also taken two creative writing classes since then and uh, I think I've improved a lot.
I deeply apologize for being absent for so long, and I'm really excited to be back. I have a lot of work to do, and a lot of stuff to write, but I can't wait for all of it.
I'll be completely honest, I'm not even sure if Hetalia, or this story is still relevant. It seemed like it was really popping on here in 2017. Whoops.
Well, I'm back. For real this time. Sorry for the wait. Please keep continuing to comment, and message me if you'd like.
Thank you for your patience.
~Kat