Ahhhhh America, what could you say? He's arrogant, rude, loud and incredibly attractive. Oh, and he's also your best friend's younger brother.
"For gods sake Y/N, please tell me you're not stalking my brother again!" England sighs, standing next to you on the balcony of the house you currently share with the two countries.
"I'm not stalking him! I'm simply observing is all..." You say, staring down dreamily at the attractive country below. "You know, it is really hot today...and he might get too warm wearing that shirt..."
England gives up and walks back inside. "You are utterly hopeless Y/N."
"Shit he's looking! He better not notice I was watching him!"
"Hey big bro!" America shouts towards the house, seeing England coming towards him.
"Hello America." He greets. "What are you doing out here?"
"Oh you know, just hanging out...and checking out Y/N! Seriously, how do you control yourself around her?"
"Wait, you are attracted to Y/N?" England gasps.
"Hell yeah dude, have you seen her?" He says, looking up at were you still stood. "It's weird, like it's not just checking her out that I enjoy...I love spending time with her..."
"It looks like my little brother's in loooooove!" England teases.
"Hell no bro! Love is totally not cool!" He shouts while England laughs.
"I think you'll find it's actually very 'cool', seeing that she like you-wait...I was not meant to say that...haha lets just pretend this conversation never happened, farewell little brother!" England quickly rushes off, leaving America stunned.
"No way...no way does she like me...she's too good for me!"
He shakes his head and retreats back indoors. Walking into the living room, he finds you sitting on your shared xbox playing (favourite game).
"Oh...h-hey dude." He says.
"Sup." You say, keeping up the cool act as you internally fangirl.
"So like...can I speak to you?" He asks and sits next you.
"S-sure man, what's up?" You pause your game and turn towards the immensely attractive country.
"Erm, I was talking to England and like...oh screw this!" He puts his hands on your hips and puts his lips on yours. You sit frozen for a while but eventually melt into the kiss, putting your arms around him neck and playing with his surprisingly soft hair. You carry on making out, hands traveling all over and not saying a word until a slam is heard.
"I leave you guys alone for 5 minutes and you almost fuck on my couch! At least warn me next time! I don't really want to see my brothers hand up my best friend's bloody top!" You both sit quietly until he finishes his rant.
"England bro, don't be so cranky! Just because you haven't got any since the civil war!"
"That's it! That's bloody it! I'm going to kill you, fucking bastard!" You laugh as America grabs your hand and pulls you with him up to his room, England chasing behind.
He locks the door behind you. "Right, shall we finish what we started?" He smirks.
"I bloody hate you two! I'm staying at France's house!"
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Hetalia x Reader drabbles and fluff
FanfictionI have recently fallen in love with the Hetalia countries and so, these terribly short and unimaginative stories come out of my love. Enjoy.
