Hetalia x reader oneshots

Some hetalia x reader oneshots. Requests are open


1. America x reader

What is with all the noise going on next door? I thought no one was living there. I poked my head into the hall way. Oh! Someone is moving in, I hope they aren’t too loud. I can’t stand noisy neighbours. After a few hours the noise stopped and my new neighbour was settled in. I suppose I will go say hello. I got up and walked out into the hallway and to next door’s door.

“Hello” I called out as I knocked on the door. How long does it take to answer the door! I stood there on the door mat for about five minutes and was about to go back home when the door burst open to reveal my new neighbour. He had blonde hair, blue eyes and he wore glasses. Crap! He’s hot! OMG what do I do! “Umm hello. I live next door” I said shyly. “Hi dudette, do you know where the nearest McDonalds is? I’m starving!” He whinged. “It’s just down the road from here” I answered, I barely finished as he ran out the door completely forgetting to close it. “See you later” He yelled as he ran off. I shook my head and closed his door before returning to my home and sleeping.

-Two days later-

I placed the cake in the oven and closed the door. *sigh* finally a chance to relax. I sat down on the couch with my cat on my lap and fell asleep. I woke to smoke flooding the room and the fire alarm going off. I froze. What do I do? I have to put it out! I went to get the fire extinguisher but my door burst open and my next door neighbour (who I still haven’t gotten to know his name yet) came charging in. “Don’t worry! I’ll save you because I’M THE HERO!!” He shouted. He somehow managed to extinguish the fire while loudly and continuously exclaiming  that he is the hero. I sat down on the couch and offered him a seat. “Thank you” I said. “That’s ok because I’m the hero! And heroes save people!” he yelled excitedly. “Yes… Anyway my name is (f/n) (l/n)” I said. “My name is Alfred F. Jones the HERO!!” He shouted. I looked at my kitchen, it was a disaster zone. “I have to clean up the mess” I sighed. “Don’t worry dudette it looks fine compared to my friend’s kitchen after he attempts to make scones” He laughed. I laughed with him and started cleaning.

-A couple of weeks later-

Alfred and I had become good friend but I may just have a tiny, little… ok HUGE crush on him. I was doing some spring cleaning because it was getting very dusty around my place. I was dusting one of the high shelves when a spider jumped out at me. I screamed and ran behind the couch. The door slammed open and Alfred ran in. I ran to me “The hero is here! What is wrong?” He asked. I pointed to the spider and he let out a yelp. He joined me behind the couch and started to shiver. “I’m sorry (f/n) but I’m not the hero” He said. He stopped and realised what he just said. He curled up and started to sob. “I’m not the hero. I’m afraid of a spider!” He cried. I hugged him and patted his back. “You are the hero Alfred. You’re my hero. You saved me from that fire remember” I said trying to calm him down. It worked. I settled down and hugged me back. “Thank you (f/n)” He thanked me before place a gentle kiss on my forehead and racing out from behind the couch leaving me blushing as red as a tomato. He sneaked up behind the spider and squashed it with a roll of newspaper while shouting “I’m the hero!!”

I came out for behind the couch only to be kamikaze hugged by Alfred. “I did it! I was the hero!” He shouted. Damn it! He is always so loud.  “Yes Alfred you’re my hero” I said as I hugged him back. “I love you (f/n)” He confessed. I blushed. “I love you too” And with that he lifted up my chin, pulled me closer and kissed me. After we cleaned up the squashed spider we went out to McDonalds for dinner.

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