Hetalia Boyfriend Scenarios

When You Cuddle

Fluff! Nothing but sweet, domestic fluff.

America

Something people don't really know about Alfred is that he is very clingy when tired. After a long day at work, all he wants to do is crawl into bed and hold someone close. And it just so happened that you were a prime subject.

You were sitting in bed, your back propped comfortably up against some plump pillows. A thick wool blanket was wrapped around your body, keeping you feeling cozy. Your favorite book sat resting on your lap as you waited for Alfred to come home.

You heard the front door close and a familiar groan come from the hallway. You smiled to yourself as you heard heavy footsteps coming down the hallway.

The door creaked open. Alfred had kicked off his shoes but was still wearing a full black suit and tie. He looked exhausted, but he still walked towards the bed, as if he were expecting something. You scooted over to make room for him beneath the blanket. Alfred pulled off his tie and sat down next to you, flopping face first into your chest. You giggled lightly and tried to shove him off of you, but he was already comfortable. You sighed and leaned down to kiss the top of his head, carefully avoiding his cowlick.

"Long day at work?" You asked him, your eyes flitting back to your book. He murmured in response and the vibrations from his voice felt nice against your skin. 

Canada

It was a silent, snowy Saturday in Ottawa. Matthew was sleeping on the living room couch, a fuzzy blanket pulled over his form. His blond hair was out of a ponytail and tumbled down across his bare shoulders. Recently he had been feeling more and more tired, whether he was overworking himself or just feeling generally fatigued. Now he was napping on the couch, looking irresistibly peaceful.

You sat down next to him on the couch, looking down at his sleeping face. Unlike a lot of men, he wasn't an ugly sleeper. He looked peaceful and happy. You brushed his hair out of his face and kissed his forehead. Matt's face scrunched up with the contact and he opened his eyes, looking up at you.

"Quoi dans le monde..?" [What in the world?] He grumbled in his deep morning voice. You smiled and kissed him again on the forehead. Matt reached up and locked his arms around your waist, bringing you down to his level. You snuggled into the crook of his neck as he carefully draped the warm blanket over the two of you.

"Can I go back to sleep?" He mumbled, his voice slightly muffled by your skin. You stretched up to plant a sleepy kiss on his jaw and then settled back into your spot against his chest.

"I love you, Matt."

"Mmmhmm."

England

Arthur sat reading in his living room. He was enjoying a good book and a warm cup of earl grey tea when he heard a shuffling coming from the hallway. He turned around and saw you shambling down the hallway wrapped in a comforter.

"Arthur," you croaked.

"Sweetheart," he sighed, setting down his book and standing up. He took your hand from beneath the comfort of your blanket and lead you back to the couch. "You're deathly ill. You should be in bed."

You shook your head. "I'm too cold." You sat down on the couch and threw your legs over Arthur's, snuggling into his arm. You could feel him stiffen briefly beneath your touch, but you didn't care. You were too tired and too delirious to pay any attention. You quickly fell asleep like that, with your head resting on his shoulder. As soon as Arthur could confirm you were asleep, he tentatively wrapped the same around your shoulder and pulled you a little closer to his chest.