H E T A L I A I M A G I N E S
Basically I write oneshots for characters.
I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE HETALIA CHARACTERS, THEY BELONG TO HIDEKAZ HIMARUYA! I DO NOT OWN ANY ARTWORK USED, ARTWORK BELONGS TO ITS RESPECTED ARTISTS! I OWN THE PLOTS, DO NO...
(Hey, Idk if I made this clear before but I want to say that for each character I'm doing the same number of stories. So because I wrote 17 for Romano, there will be 17 for the rest of them. But i mean, it means I can write for more of the characters, so, yeah.) ((we know who drew this)) SILT: Animal- Neon Trees Word Count: 416
You were sat in your room, in a blanket burrito, casually watching a film. You didn't remember what it was called, all you knew is that it was in a different language, and that it was really good. The film was just about to get real good when a certain white-haired Prussian barged into your room and dragged you out of your little cocoon. "Gilbert, what the fuck? I was watching something!" You shouted, dragging your feet to make it harder for him to pull you. You kept complaining at him, not really paying attention to where he was dragging you to. Which is why you slammed into the back of him when he'd stopped walking. You took a step back and rubbed your forehead grouchily and glared up at him, even though he wasn't looking at you. "Gilbert. I'll ask again. WHAT THE FUCK?!" You yelled. Gilbert let go of you, and turned around. He looked at you for a few moments before he scowled angrily. You rose an eyebrow at him, but his scowl didn't lift, if anything he scowled more. Your face began to take on an expression of concern for your friend. "Um, Gilbert?" You asked gently. You placed your hand on one of his broad shoulders, and shook him gently. His red eyes stared into yours intently, his eyebrows furrowed. "Where. Did. You. Get. That. Shirt?" His voice may have been quiet, but there was a lot of anger behind it. "W-What?" You said, shrinking under his intense gaze. "I said 'Where. Did. You. Get. That. Shirt?' Answer the question (Name)." His voice raised a little, but it was still reasonably low. "A-Austria gave it to me the other day. W-Why?" You answered, still slightly scared even though you knew he would never hurt you intentionally. Gilbert growled and your eyes widened. Before you could even say the first syllable of his name, he ripped the shirt off of you. "GILBERT, OH MY GOD!" You shrieked. You covered yourself as best as you could with your hands. You glared up at him. His face was red. Whether it was with the anger you sensed before, or embarrassment, you didn't know. He looked at you before taking off his own shirt and throwing it at you. By the time you'd got it on, Gilbert was already gone. You stood where you were and looked in the direction you assumed he went, just wondering what that was all about.
You like? Yes? No? Let me know! (Oh shit, Austria's gon get fucking rekt) ((also, the shirt looks like this:
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