Germany Personal 1

The days were going great. Germany and you had been dating for almost a year and you were going to stop by his house. Plus you car could use a little tuning up and Germany was the man to do it. You pulled up to his house and got out of the car and knocked on his frunt door. “Whoever it is I’m busy!” You heard an angry german yell from the inside. You rolled your eyes and pulled out your cell phone and called him. He answered the phone “Hello Cassi. What is that you need?” You smile. He was grumpy today.

“I’m here to see you, Ludwig!” You say happily. He sighed not admitting he was actually happy that you were at his home. “So open up the door.”

“Alright Cassi.” He hangs up the phone and only moments later it opened up to see your german boyfriend. When you see him, he doesn’t look like he usually does. He was wearing an apron. “What?” He says in his heavy german accent. “Why are you staring at me like that?” You chuckle.

“I’m looking at you this way because you are wearing an Apron, Germany.” You reply with a chuckle. His face turned a deep shade of red with embarrassment.

“Uh. Yes. I am wearing an apron. I guess its time you learned something new about me Cassi. Come inside and follow me.” He said. You did as you were told and followed him into his house. He lead you the living room into the kitchen. When you looked around you saw it was neat and clean, like Germany, but you smelt something baking, and boy it smelt good. “Cassi. I like to bake cakes. It's something I’ve done for a long time. It makes me happy. But I think it would make me happier if you did it with me.” He gave a weak smile and looked at you. You smiled back at him. Never had he asked you to do something so personal with him before.

“I’d be more than honored Germany.” He his smile grew a little bit more and so did the pink on his cheeks. “

“I’ve already put the cake in the oven so all we have to do is wait and decorate it. It should be ready to take out of the oven-”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Well it appears it’s done. I’ll take it out you go puts some gloves and an apron on. There in the cupboard above the microwave and an apron is in the bottom drawer (ya know that thing that slides in and out?) underneath it.” You did as you were told and went the drawer and pulled out an apron. When you read it you smiled.

“Kiss the cook? Really?” You say.

“What? Is that a problem?” He asked questioningly with a blush forming on his face.

“No. I just didn’t expect you to own something like this.” You say with a smirk. He rolls his eyes  and pulls the cake out of the oven. When the cake cools down you and Germany began to frost. As you were frosting the cake Germany walks behind and says that the amount of the base frosting you turn around with the knife you used to frost and walk into him getting frosting all over his apron. “Germany! I’m so sorry!” You were expecting him to get mad but instead he smiles and gets cup of frosting and wipes it all over your face.

He laughs and you look at him shocked. That was when the frosting fight began. After about ten minutes germany corners you in the now, very messy kitchen. When you thought he was gonna finish you off he drops all of his weapons and kisses you. “Ich liebe dich.” He whispers as you part. You smile

“Ich liebe dich auch Germany.”

America 1

As the days go by with the fact that you had a crush on Alfred F. Jones, quarterback for Hetalian High school. You were walking with your best friend, Elisabetta, or better known as Hungry. “(y/n) I can’t believe you like Alfred Jones! He is such a thick headed imbecile!” You sigh having expected this reaction from Elisabetta then smile.

“I knew you would say that. Liz, he is just sooooo cute that I can’t help but liking him!”

“He doesn’t even know you exists!” She said being the stubborn female that she is.

“Is it really that bad if I admire from afar?” Elisabetta sighed and face palmed. As she did you had reached her house.

“Well. Don’t get too caught up in Alfred or be disappointed if he is too idiotic to realize that you like him.” She said beginning to walk up to her front door. You roll my eyes and smile.

“I know Lizzie. I will see you tomorrow rite? We got to do that physics project.” You say.

“Of course my dear (y/n). And don’t call me lizzie.” With that she walked into her house and shut the door.You then took your normal short cut through a nearby forest. Everything was exquisitely peaceful. Birds were chirping, the trees gently swayed to the dull breeze that was blowing, and none of the icky bugs were out. It was amazingly calming to the senses.

       
        Then everything started to get quiet, all except for a snapping of branches that was coming from a little ways behind you. At first you thought it was nothing, but it started to get louder and closer. Every waking breath you took started getting more panicked, and you started walking just a little bit faster every few feet or so. Soon enough you were running until someone in a ski mask grappled you. He wrapped his arm from behind you and put a knife to your neck and put his nasty rotten mouth up close to your ear. “If you give me everything I want,” he whispered, “I may let you live.” You were to to terrified to speak but you screamed. And you screamed like the nest day the world was going to end.

“That won’t be necessary today you loser!” Said a very loud voice from behind you. Within seconds you were no longer in the grasp of the masked mugger but on the ground watching Alfred F. Jones beat the living crap out of the masked man. It came down to Alfred bashing the villain's head into a tree knocking him unconscious. He wandered over to you and knelt down. “Are you alright (y/n)?” He said no longer in the obnoxious voice he usually had but in a worried and sweet voice.

               “I-I..” You couldn't even get out two words then bursting into terrified sobs. He sat down and pulled you into his lap while stroking your hair. Several moments later five policemen showed up.

“Is everything okay? We heard some screams and thought we should check out the situation.” said one of them. Alfred picked you up wedding style and walked over to the policeman.

“Yeah. That man lying unconscious attacked her. I think I’ve seen him on the News a couple times.” He said calmly. One of the other police officers walked over to the mugger.

“Yeah. Its the guy we have been looking for over a month. We should take him to the police station for questioning and such. The way he was hit, he may have a concussion.” He said to the police officer nearest to you.

“With all that he has done, he probably deserves a little more than a concussion. Anyway we will take him down to the station. May I ask for the two of you for your names?” He said looking at the both of them.

“Yeah. I’m Alfred F. Jones and this is (insert full name here). We live over on the east side of  town.”

“Sounds good. We’ll keep in touch with you kids if we need anything and we’ll call your parents in such. Why don’t you take her home. The girl has been through a lot today and we’ll have you come down to the police station tomorrow.” He said looking at you.

“Sounds like plan.” Alfred said with a smile then looked down at you. “Lets get you home.” He then continued carrying you the same way until he reached your house and sat you down.

“Thank you Alfred.” You smiled then hugged him. “You are my hero Alfred.” When you pulled away his face was a bright shade of pink.

“(y/n). I have been... kinda... in you for a really long time.” He said nervously. “I mean sense we first meet.”

“I feel the same way Alfred,” You smiled in delight.

“Would you like to get some ice cream tomorrow?”

        
         Your smile grew even wider. “I love ice cream.”

  

Spain 1

You were in your car driving. Today was the first day of your dancing lessons. The lessons of a very passionate dance known as the tango. The one that involved bodies being so close together that they might as well be considered one, it had been described by one of your friends that it is like being in a tube top with you and your dance partner. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part is you’re going to be stuck in a tube top with the guy you have had the biggest crush on since you had seen him in his tomato garden two years ago. You wore a pair of high heeled shoes with a long flowing skirt that is pretty easy to move around in.

What in all of heck on earth am I going to do? You thought. Spain had offered you dancing lessons but you didn’t exactly grasped the concept on what the dance was until that evening.

Your ride to Spain’s house was faster than you thought it would be. You put the car in park then turned it off and sat there for second. “I can do this.” You said to yourself then took a deep breath. You then got out of the car flipping your hair to the side then marching yourself up onto Spain’s then knocked on his door. Spain’s house was very lovely Exactly as you expected it to be. Soon enough the spaniard opened the front door.

“Hello there (y/n)!” He said with a smile, clearly excited that you were here. He then proceeded to take your hand gently and bring you into his beautiful house and leads you to a back room. When he opened up the door you saw it was completly for dancing. Your heart was beating faster than it had before. He let go of your hand and walked over to the stereo. He quickly chucked a cd in and was back over by you. He put his hand around your waist and pulled you close. “Posture (y/n).” He whispered as you straighten your back out. Spain takes your hand and places it upon his shoulder then takes the other in his hand.

“This dance is all about elegance, posture, and assertiveness.” He said aloud with a smile on his face. “But not only that it is a conversation, a language.” You smile shyly and nod your head. He takes a step forward while you step back he smiles. “Very good (y/n)” You two dance until you began to learn more and more of the dance, suddenly Spain trips and then lands on top of you on the floor. His face a bright red with yours being the same. The once very confident man now trembling of embarrassment. “I-I’m sorry (y/n). I don’t know what happened I just kind of fell.” He said with a nervous smile.

You then chuckle and smile brightly up at him. “Its alright Spain this was actually a lot more fun then I thought it was going to be.” With a sudden burst of confidence you say,”Spain. I really like you. I mean sense we meet I have had the biggest crush on you.”

Spain smiled sweetly at you and said. “I have always kind of liked you to (y/n). I mean the way you (h/c) hair shines and blows when the wind is blowing. I. I just couldn’t help but fall for you.” He moves his head down to yours and kisses your lips gently.

“Te Amo.” You whisper as he parts.

His smile grew even wider. “Te amo demasiado.”

Te amo = I love you

Te amo demasiado = I love you too

France 1

The night was young and the stars were beautiful as you stood at the tip of the Eiffel tower. Amazingly it wasn’t crowded or anything, in fact it only had to people other than you on it. You had the perfect view of Paris. A few moments later you heard yelling from the other side of the tower.

“GET OFF OF ME YOU STUPID FROG FACE! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TRIED TO DO THAT! GET YOUR BLOODY ARS OFF OF ME!” You  turn and walk away from the railing to the other side of the tower.

“England! I only needed advice you fool! I wasn’t doing anything to you!” You heard a French men yell. When you got around the corner you saw. France and Britain arguing like kids over a toy.

“What are you morons arguing about now?” You yelled at the too of them. They looked at you and surprise.

“He was doing what france normally does!” Said Britain pointing his finger at france.

“No I wasn’t! i just wanted some advice!” Pleaded France. “I wasn’t going to hurt you england I just wanted to talk to you!”

“Well you can bloody forget it you bloody frog face! I’m going home!” Yelled the the angry british man. He then continued to curse under his breath then take the elevator down. Now it was just you and France.

“Soooooo. France, um haven’t seen you in a while.” You say awkwardly not sure what else to do.

He chuckles uncomfortably and stares at his feet. “Oui it has indeed be a while.”

“You wanna come look at the view with me?” You ask with a bit more confidence then smile kindly.

“I would love to my chérie.” He straitens up and you two walk to original side of the marvelous tower you were on. Out your arms on the railing and look over.

“Paris is very beautiful.” You say to france. You look over at him and realize how strange he is acting. “France are you alright? You seem to be acting strange.”

He shifts on his feet clearly feeling awkward. “No I’m not. Its just for a while now I’ve had very strong feelings for you. it almost feels like amour...” He said looking into your eyes. He then proceeded to inch closer and closer to you. You smiled happily.

“Idem.” You whisper right before he kisses you. This kiss was short and brief but it was wonderful. After a few moments you brook away from france. When you did you looked into his eyes and blushed. He smiled right back at you then took your hand into his.

“I would really like to do this again sometime Mademoiselle. I could cook you dinner?” He said.

“That would bee the most wonderful thing in the world.”You replied. He then took your hand and walked down to elevator. When you arrived home that evening he kissed you on the front porch. You were very surprised he didn’t ask to come in side. “France?” You asked following him down from the porch as he walked away.

“Yes?” He said turning around and looking at you.

“Why do you treat me different then other people?”

He smiled and looked into your eyes again. “Because you are a delicate rose that need to be treated with utter most respect and love.”You blushed then pecked him on the cheek and went back up the stairs into your house. It has been an absolute wonderful night.

Canada 1

You were outside on a cold night and you were staring up at the beautiful Northern lights. It was filled with all sorts of colors some you see a lot in a day some you would see once in a lifetime. Everything about it was beautiful. It was just you in your back yard. “Hey (Y/n)!” You turn around to see one of your closest friends, Canada, running up to see you.” Your smile grew wide stretching from ear to ear. You run over to him and hug him.

“Oh Mattie! Why does it feel  like its been forever sense I saw you!” You said into his shoulder practically on the verge of tears. He had gone away for 6 months doing what ever Canada had to do. For as long as you’ve known him you have liked him.

“Because it has been a long time!” He pulls back and sees a tear slide down your face. He wipes it away with his red mitten.

“I missed you so much.” You whispered. “Do you want to go for a walk?” You ask.

“I couldn’t think of anything I’d rather do more.” He held out his arm and you looped your around into it. While you are walking in silence you look up at the sky and think about how you and Matthew...

You were young and playing on the playground, the swings to be exact. You were very shy and you didn't know a it of people and you were very scared to try and talk to them. It was winter so there was snow everywhere. You heard some yelling so you looked in that general direction to find a boy being picked on my a loud obnoxious boy. You decided you weren't going to sit there and do nothing. You got off of your swing and picked up a big junk of snow and smashed into a ball. You went up behind the loud obnoxious boy through it at him. "TAKE THIS YOU BIG DUMB MEANIE!!!" You just chucking and CHUCKING them at the boy until he finally went away and you ran over to the boy being picked on. "Are you okay?" You asked.

"Yeah. I'll be alright." You helped him stand up.

"So uh. What is your name?" You asked him.

"My name is Matthew Williams, but you can call me canada.. If-if you like."

"Hey (Y/N)? You there." Said Matthew waving his gloved hand in front of your face.

"Huh? Oh yeah! Sorry I was just thinking about how I had met you." You replied. Canada smiled at the thought.

"Haha. Yeah. Those were  some interesting times." He then blushed a deep shade of red then looked down at his feet. "Th-That was when I had fallen in love with you." 

You were shocked your mouth gaped. Canada then took your face in his mitted hands he was inches from your face.“Mattie what are you doing-” He kissed you. Your eyes widen but then close. When he was finished you open your eyes. His face was a deep pink.

“I-I’m sorry. I dunno Its just you were so cute making your wish so now seemed like a good time.” He said staring down at the snow on the ground.

“I-its okay. I kinda liked it.” You replied blushing too. He looked up surprised.

“Do you wanna maybe grab some hot chocolate together sometime?’ He said nervously.

“I’d really like that. Would you like to come to my house?”He smiled and nodded. You looped your arm through his and headed back to your house.

Russia 1

A long time ago in land that was vast in cold you had live. You lived in the northern part in a small log cabin in a forest. The world was cold so you were in your house by a fireplace trying to keep warm. Your cat was curled up next to you and you were reading a book on the floor with a warm quilt around you. It wasn’t exactly the prettiest but it was warm and you had it ever since you were a small girl. The snow was raging outside. You got up to look outside the window when you noticed a man walking out there in the cold bitter world. You thought he was crazy. You put on some winter boots and a warm jacket along with your favorite scarf and went outside. The wind whipped in your face and you put your scarf up higher to cover everything but your eyes. “What are you doing out here in this weather?” You yelled at the man. You heard him speak but you couldn’t understand through the harsh weather. You grabbed his wrist in headed to your cabin. When you arrived you saw his face. “What did you say out there?”

“I said I was looking for you (y/n)! Do you remember me Da?” When you looked at the man closer you realized he was your best friend when you were kids.

“Russia! Its so good to see you! Its been so long!” You hugged your long lost buddy. “Oh Russia! I missed you so much how have you been?” He smiled really wide and told you his tales and adventures. After many hours of wonderful conversation with Russia you realized how late it was getting. “Russia it's getting late would you like to stay over? I mean the weather is still pretty bad.” He smiled.

“That would be great (Y/n) Da? Oh. Um I kinda have been meaning to tell you something for a long time now.” You look over at him a bit surprised.

“What is it Russia?” He blushes a deep shade of red.

“Would it be a possible if I could be your boyfriend Da?” You gasped then hugged him close.

“I would be more than happy for you to be my boyfriend!” You sat down with him onto the couch and cuddled up next to his warm body.

"Why?" Russia said. You looked up a bit surprised.

"Why what?" You replied.

"Why would you want me too da? I mean everyone is so scared of me but why aren't you?"

"Because you are my Russia. And my only Russia. And you have always been there for me and always cared for me. I love you Russia. As a friend, a boyfriend, and a brother." You smiled and hugged him close. "I love you Russia." You repeated.

"I love you too (y/n)."