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."
You squeezed his hand tightly, running your thumb over his wrist slowly. "I could never forget you! I love you!"
He shook his head; his lip began trembling. "The meeting... they all forgot me. Didn't even put out a seat for me. I raised my hand to speak... and they never called on me. There was even a time when they were all sitting in silence... waiting for someone to speak... and I was still there, waiting to be recognized..." He took his hands from yours and buried his face in them, his whole body quivering. "If they can all forget me, I know you could too."
You shook your head, trying to fight back your own tears. "I would never forget you Mattie, I promise!"
He sighed, his hands falling from his face. He stood up from the couch, then began to walk away from you. "That's what they all say..."
France
Hours. Literal HOURS he had been on the phone, chuckling and talking in smooth French, his chin resting comfortably in his hand. You didn't understand much of what he was saying, but you know him enough to know that his tone was comfortable, at ease and maybe a little bit tender? You didn't want to pry into his personal affairs but whoever was on the other end was a mystery that was absolutely killing you!
When he did finally hang up, you shimmed close to him on the couch, trying to act as casual as possible. "Who was that?"
He chuckled reverently and draped his arm around you shoulder. "An old friend, mon cherie."
"Didn't sound like an old friend." You looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.
He grinned a little. "You're a persistent one today, aren't you? Well, if you must know, it was an old love of mine."
An old love? Like an old girlfriend? How old? And why was he talking to her for so long? And so enthused, so passionately? "Just how old of a love?"
He chuckled and trailed his fingers along your shoulder. The touch made you shiver, but it wouldn't make you submit. "Are you jealous, (Name)?" He sounded amused, a little too amused... was he just messing with you?
"No. I just want to know why you were taking to her for so long." You brushed his hand away from you.
He leaned back on the couch, crossing his legs casually. "How cute... you are jealous, aren't you?"
You almost growled. "Fine. Im jealous. I think I have a right to be! Wouldn't you be jealous if I was on the phone for hours, talking to an old boyfriend of mine, laughing and giggling like it wasn't ripping your heart out? And then act as if it was totally fine?"
France's eyes widened. "Mon amour... I did not know that it bothered you so."
"It's not just that! It's your attitude, your whole demeanor! You like that im angry, and you're just fucking around with me!"
"Oh, I would be happy to fuck you." He smirked and his hands crept over to your thigh.
You smacked his hands away. "Why are you like this?!"
"Like what?"
"So casual, as if nothing matters and you can do whatever you want! Do you even love me?!"
Well, you just challenged the most romantic and love oriented country. Good fucking luck, buddy.
England
"Hey, Art, can you watch the stove while I make a phone call?" You came up behind him while he was reading, kissing his cheek softly. He chuckled, turning to capture your lips in a short, sweet kiss.
"Of course, love. What are you making?" He closed his book and sat it down, standing up.
You smiled. "Just some soup." You hoped that he would do exactly what you said: Watch. Not touch. Because England, near a stove, with hot liquids... that was spelling a recipe for disaster. "Let me know if it looks like its going to boil over or anything, okay?"
"Of course." He kissed your head and walked off to the kitchen. Satisfied with this, you pulled out your phone and made your call. Everything was totally fine, until you heard a loud sizzling and a long line of curses coming from the kitchen. You finished your call as soon as you could then burst into the kitchen, greeted by the sight of your soup, on fire?! Somehow?! England was flailing around, trying to turn off all the stove burners to get it to stop. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!"
"Arthur!" You pushed him out of the way and turned off the right burner, then carefully moved the pot off the burner. Once you were sure that everything was safe, you whipped around to face him, staring daggers into his soul. "What did I say?!"
He looked down guiltily. "To watch it..."
"Exactly! So how, pray tell, did it catch on FIRE IF YOU WERE JUST WATCHING IT?!" Arthur was visibly stunned by your anger, and he gulped, but didn't seem intent on responding. You growled. "I should have never asked you."
"Okay I just stirred it one time! I don't know what the bloody hell happened!"
"Never mind that shit like this happens every time you touch food! What made you think that it was a good idea?"
"I just wanted to try it, okay? Christ what's the big deal? It's just soup!" He didn't look angry, more irritated that you were angry. But you weren't going to let this get brushed off!
"I don't care! All I did was ask that you just watch it, and you didn't listen to me! God, you're such a pain in the ass!"
England raised his eyebrows, and his voiced lowered to harsh growl. "Oh, am I?"
Japan
Sleeping Japan was a perfect sight... he looked so calm and somehow completely sexy, his hair looser than normal and his posture relaxed. He looked so warm, so inviting that the temptation was so great that you dared something unthinkable- you curled right up against him while he was asleep, gently wrapping your arms around him and tucking your head underneath his chin. Despite being together for so many months, this was probably the closest you two had ever been to one another casually. He wasn't the best with physical affection, he much preferred gifts and vocal declarations. But as each day passed, you just wanted to be closer to him, you just wanted to lie near him in silence and enjoy his company. You guys had had your moments, but they never lasted long.
This moment would not last long, either.
The second after you rested your head upon him, his whole body stiffened, and he sprung awake. He was so startled that the force of his movements pretty much flung you off the bed and sent you thumping on the floor. "What the fuck?!"
As soon as he realized what he had done, he was flustered, holding his hand over his mouth. "I'm so sorry, (Name)-chan..."
Deep down, you knew he didn't mean it, but it was the principle of it all! He couldn't stand to be touched by you, and you were never trying to hurt him! All you wanted to do was hold him! "Was that really necessary??"
"I apologize... you startled me..."
"All I did was hug you! For fuck's sake, is that such a crime?" You stood up and smoothed out your clothes angrily.
"I am sorry... I hope you're injured..."
"Oh fuck off!" You spun on your heel and stormed out.
Germany
You were feeling super lazy today. And I mean really lazy. So lazy that it was nearly 2 in the afternoon and you were still in your fluffiest pajamas and bunny slippers. Germany indulged you to a degree, but after 10 he refused to be lazy any more and got up to actually be productive. He worked on work stuff, did some chores, reorganized some stuff, while you managed to get finish the 6th season of the show you were watching then get about nine episodes into the 7th. But then around 2, Germany came over, clad in workout gear. "Alright, (Name). Time to go for our jog."
Okay, it was cute that he called it 'our' jog. But what wasn't cute was the idea of jogging. Normally you went with him to at least keep him company, even if you didn't go as hard and as long as he did. "I'm okay, thanks though."
He shook his head. "You've done nothing all day."
You grinned. "Yep, and today I'm going to keep doing nothing." You were pretty burned out from the week, and honestly this was the only day where you truly had nothing to do.
Germany wasn't having it. "You have to do something. At least take a shower."
You sighed and sat up, crossing your arms. "Look, I'm a grown ass person, I can do whatever the fuck I want!"
"I'm not even asking that much of you! Do something, anything, you can't just lay on your ass all day!"
You pushed yourself off the couch and swished past him. "Just go on your own."
Germany grabbed your hand. "You always go with me."
You swiped your hand away from his. "Not today! I'm tired as shit and I'm going to go take a nap!" You stomped to the bedroom.
"That is no excuse!"
"Kiss my ass!" You slammed the door in his face.
Italy
"Oh Feli, not pasta again..." You mumbled softly as he sat down a plate of pasta in front of you. As soon as your uttered those words though, you couldn't help but feel utterly guilty as Italy's adorable smile disintegrated and his shoulders fell.
"I... I though you liked pasta...?" He whispered softly.
"I do! I just don't want it right now!" You scrambled trying to save him, but it was too late. He burst into tears.
"You hate pasta! Don't you? Oh (Name), why didn't you tell me?? Oh, this is so sad! I've made you pasta so many times as you've hated it every time!" It would almost be funny if he wasn't sobbing.
"Feli, I love pasta! I just don't want to eat it all the time! Sometimes I want to eat other stuff! What's wrong with that?"
He didn't seem to be hearing you anymore, he was clutching his heart and shaking his head. "No! You lie to me about pasta! If you lied to me about pasta, what else could you be lying to me about?!" He looked you right in the eyes. "Do you love me?!"
"Of course I do! God this is such a dumb thing to be arguing about!"
"You called me dumb! You don't love me!" He dashed out, leaving you completely confused.
Romano
"So, where the fuck were you?"
It was around 1 am, and you just stepped in the door. You had been out with friends, and sure you told him you'd be back by 11, but time slipped away from you. "Sorry Lovino! They kept playing all our favorite songs at the club, we had to stay!" After kicking off your shoes you danced over to him to give him a kiss, but he backed away. "Lovi?"
"What friends were you with?" He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, raising an eyebrow.
"I told you who before I left! Why are you being so weird?" You tried to rest your hand on his shoulder, but he jerked it away from you.
"Your friends wouldn't happen to be my stupid brother, hm? Or his dumbass potato friend? Or how about Francis, I heard he's really fun to spend the night with." He was glaring right into your soul.
"Well, Feliciano is just my friend, I don't know Ludwig very well, and Francis isn't the kind of person I like to spend my time with." You chuckled, hoping to defuse the situation.
"You could be lying. Wouldn't surprise me. People always prefer someone else to me."
You couldn't believe your ears. "For fuck's sake, Lovino! I love you! You're my boyfriend! We fucking live together! I want to spend every spare second I get with you, and you think that I would want anyone else besides you? Do you really think so little of me?"
"Don't yell at me! I have reason to suspect it! You told me you would be back at 11, and it 1. You could have been with anyone, doing anything! And im never anyone's favorite, so it all makes perfect sense!"
"Well I can see why, because you're so good damn suspicious of everyone that it makes you practically unbearable!"
"See! I'm right!"
You obviously couldn't win, so you just turned around and walked right out of the house, slamming the door behind you.
Prussia
You couldn't decide what to wear, and you were running out of time. It was some important party or another, and honestly you totally forgot it was even happening Prussia stuck his head in the living room, already looking impeccable in his tux and asked, "Ready to go, Frau?"
Uh, no. No, you were so not ready. You dashed to your bedroom and started running around like a chicken with its head cut off. You were brushing your hair and teeth at the same time, chucking off your clothes as fast as possible, and throwing stuff around your closet to find something, anything to wear. All the while, Prussia was laughing hysterically. You growled at him.
A little frightened his put his hands up in surrender. "Alright, alright. Ill go get the car started, okay?" He swished out, leaving you in a pile of clothes.
Everything you wanted to wear was either dirty or hadn't been picked up from the dry cleaners. You tried to put on an old outfit from your high school days and uh, no, it wasn't working for you. You even tried to fashion the curtains into something, but alas, that did not work either.
After a few moments, Prussia reentered and glanced around at the chaos, then at you, laying face down in a pile of clothes, completely defeated. He chuckled. "Come on Frau, is that the best you can do?"
You practically snarled and shot up like a bullet, staring him in the eyes. "Now you listen here, I have tried everything! Fucking everything! But maybe if you had told me about this oh, I don't know, this morning when I could have fucking done something about it, this wouldn't be happening!"
He rolled his eyes. "It's not that big of a deal. I'll just go alone." He turned to walk out.
"What do you mean? I'm still coming, we're just going to be late!"
He shook his head. "Nah, what would my friends think? Besides, I don't think anything you have would really work anyway. I mean, look at me, I look damn hot!"
His fucking ego could drive you insane. "Fine then! Have fun without me!"
He didn't really seem to register that anything was wrong. "Sure thing. See you later, Frau!" He walked out of the bedroom just as casually as he came in.
"GO FUCK YOURSELF!"
Hi!
I hope you guys enjoyed these! I'd like to thank everyone who suggested stuff, it was super helpful.
Next time expect some making up from the fights! Im sorry if these aren't great, I don't love writing conflict between romantic interests cause it makes me feel sad. It was good practice though!
Now, I'm curious about you guys, the people reading this story! Who are you? What else do you guys like? What weird shit do you think about?
So, I had the idea to do a Q&A with you guys! In a comment, you can answer one, some, or all of the questions! None of them really delve deep, but of course you don't have to answer anything you don't want to!
1. Where are you from?
2. How old are you?
3. Besides Hetalia, what other fandoms are you in?
4. When is your favorite time to read?
5. What's your favorite pick up line?
6. What's the strangest thought you've had today?
7. What's your favorite song?
8. Favorite movie?
9. Season?
10. Zodiac sign?
I can't wait to read your answers!
If you want, maybe I can do more of these, or you guys can ask me questions!
Hope you're doing well!
~Kat