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"Yellow Ocher," you read out, raising an eyebrow. Why not something else? Like Wine or Pearl Grey? Why Yellow Ocher? No one even knows what the hell that color is outside of Art class. So, being the smart girl that you are, you decided that it must be Matthew that got the lame color.
Poor Matthew…
Growing up, Matthew and Alfred had always lived right beside you. They weren't biological brothers –only being related by marriage between Matthew's Canadian dad and Alfred's American mother –however, they still cared about each other a lot –even if Matthew is openly passive aggressive towards his older step-brother. Because Matthew is a few months younger and is a very, very quiet person, he's normally outshined by Alfred and usually gets shoved to the side whenever anything of importance happens. Because of this, he doesn't actually have that many friends.
"T-That's me…" Matthew's small voice came from across the room where he sat in between Francis and Roderich. You smiled reassuringly at him and was, once more as always, overcome by the cuteness exuded by the Canadian. From his silky blonde hair with a twirling curl in the top, down to his violet eyes full of a yearning for appreciation, to his red hoodie clad body that, while you knew it was muscular, seemed dwarfed by the overwhelming fabric. And once again, you were reminded of how much you'd grown to love the boy. A warm blush enveloped your cheeks as Matthew and you stood up simultaneously.
"Ready?" you asked, an ever-pleasant smile on your pretty face. He nodded, a prominent flush gracing his cheeks, highlighting he violet eyes. He nodded and together, the two of you walked into the small coat closet.
And by small, this Narrator means small. You noted how there was no room to distance yourself from him and the two of you were chest to chest. A large, hot blush rolled up your cheeks and the tips of your ears, making you feel slightly queasy –but in a good way as you were forced to press yourself against you best friend.
The heat from Matthew's face bled into your own, showing that he was blushing as much as yourself. If you had not known better, you'd have thought that this was an obvious sign that he liked you too, but, having been neighbors since preschool, you knew that this wasn't true. Matthew blushed all the time.
"I-I'm sorry, _______..." Matthew muttered in his soft voice.
"What do you mean?" you asked him, very confused as to what he was implying.
"I know you'd rather be in here with someone like Arthur."
"E-Excuse me?" it was your turn to stutter at his definite statement. Did he honestly think that you liked Arthur Kirkland?
"You're always with him," Matthew said, his voice quieter than normal, "Everyone knows that the two of you are in a secret relationship. I didn't want to believe it –I thought you would have told me –but Alfred was so adamant about it and then Matthias and Gilbert started to talk and now, Ivan thinks so too."
You're mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as you spluttered, trying to think of a legible response while your insides wanted to come out of your mouth.
"I'm not-!"
He cut you off, taking a deep breath, "I've always thought you like me best. I thought you were different."
"I do like you best!"
"I know that I don't stand out and I know that I'm not an interesting person, but I wanted you to see me as someone worth your time. I guess not since you keep blowing me off for," he paused here then spat out, "him."
"Matthew," you said sternly, staring up at his face in the dim light, "I am not dating Arthur."
"I know."
"But you just said that-!"
"It's obvious the two of you are engaged."
"The hell?!" you screeched, loud enough for the people outside in the main room to hush as Alfred laughed out a simple:
"Oh~! Burn!"
"I am not engaged to Arthur! I will never ever be Mrs. Kirkland. I have never fantasized about being Mrs. Kirkland. I will never want to be Mrs. Kirkland and it's incredibly stupid for you to think I ever would when I think it's obvious I've been in love with you for the past six months! Now, I don't know about you, but I feel that you should rethink everything that you've just said and think about it good because it is incredibly dense," you growled out, scrunching your nose at him, "God Matthew, what the hell have you been thinking?"
It took a few minutes for Matthew to process the information you had angrily threw at him before he murmured, "Oh… then… I guess I can do this."
And he pressed his lips to yours softly and slightly sloppily. It was a chaste and gentle kiss –very short –and he pulled away, keeping his forehead on yours.
"Je t'aime."
With that, he once again pulled your face to his, hugging at the mouth. His kiss was just as timid as he was –unsure if this was okay or not. You smiled into Matthew's lips, mind wandering and coming upon the thought of his French side. You knew that he was Francis' cousin, so did that mean he'd have a perverted and dominating side as well? You pondered this as your hands fiddled with his hair, running through the silky locks. It was peaceful and sweet –until you hit the curl.
Up until this point when he slammed you up against a wall and forcefully wrapped your legs around his waist then shoving his tongue into your mouth –everything had been very docile and sweet. Now, it was hot and lively passion as his hands stealthily went under your shirt and stroked your smooth skin. You shivered slightly, but then calmed down as he forced his tongue into your mouth. Just then, the door was slammed open by Gilbert who chuckled.
"Vay to go Matthew!"
Matthew pulled back –your mouths were connected by a silky strand of saliva –and then groaned at the interruption.
"You know Gilbert," he said his voice very irritated, "we were kind of busy."
"Kind of?" Gilbert chuckled, "You were getting at it with the kitten!"
Your cheeks –which had already darkened to a deep crimson –like the color of Yao Wang's clothes –got even darker to resemble an embarrassed Lovino. You slipped down Matthew's waist –accidentally rubbing against him and then wiped your mouth to remove any stray spit that could have happened to cling there. Matthew grabbed your hand and the two of you walked to sit next to each other on the couch.
"So, does this mean I'm your girlfriend?"
"Do you have to ask?"
Poor Matthew…
Growing up, Matthew and Alfred had always lived right beside you. They weren't biological brothers –only being related by marriage between Matthew's Canadian dad and Alfred's American mother –however, they still cared about each other a lot –even if Matthew is openly passive aggressive towards his older step-brother. Because Matthew is a few months younger and is a very, very quiet person, he's normally outshined by Alfred and usually gets shoved to the side whenever anything of importance happens. Because of this, he doesn't actually have that many friends.
"T-That's me…" Matthew's small voice came from across the room where he sat in between Francis and Roderich. You smiled reassuringly at him and was, once more as always, overcome by the cuteness exuded by the Canadian. From his silky blonde hair with a twirling curl in the top, down to his violet eyes full of a yearning for appreciation, to his red hoodie clad body that, while you knew it was muscular, seemed dwarfed by the overwhelming fabric. And once again, you were reminded of how much you'd grown to love the boy. A warm blush enveloped your cheeks as Matthew and you stood up simultaneously.
"Ready?" you asked, an ever-pleasant smile on your pretty face. He nodded, a prominent flush gracing his cheeks, highlighting he violet eyes. He nodded and together, the two of you walked into the small coat closet.
And by small, this Narrator means small. You noted how there was no room to distance yourself from him and the two of you were chest to chest. A large, hot blush rolled up your cheeks and the tips of your ears, making you feel slightly queasy –but in a good way as you were forced to press yourself against you best friend.
The heat from Matthew's face bled into your own, showing that he was blushing as much as yourself. If you had not known better, you'd have thought that this was an obvious sign that he liked you too, but, having been neighbors since preschool, you knew that this wasn't true. Matthew blushed all the time.
"I-I'm sorry, _______..." Matthew muttered in his soft voice.
"What do you mean?" you asked him, very confused as to what he was implying.
"I know you'd rather be in here with someone like Arthur."
"E-Excuse me?" it was your turn to stutter at his definite statement. Did he honestly think that you liked Arthur Kirkland?
"You're always with him," Matthew said, his voice quieter than normal, "Everyone knows that the two of you are in a secret relationship. I didn't want to believe it –I thought you would have told me –but Alfred was so adamant about it and then Matthias and Gilbert started to talk and now, Ivan thinks so too."
You're mouth opened, then closed, then opened again as you spluttered, trying to think of a legible response while your insides wanted to come out of your mouth.
"I'm not-!"
He cut you off, taking a deep breath, "I've always thought you like me best. I thought you were different."
"I do like you best!"
"I know that I don't stand out and I know that I'm not an interesting person, but I wanted you to see me as someone worth your time. I guess not since you keep blowing me off for," he paused here then spat out, "him."
"Matthew," you said sternly, staring up at his face in the dim light, "I am not dating Arthur."
"I know."
"But you just said that-!"
"It's obvious the two of you are engaged."
"The hell?!" you screeched, loud enough for the people outside in the main room to hush as Alfred laughed out a simple:
"Oh~! Burn!"
"I am not engaged to Arthur! I will never ever be Mrs. Kirkland. I have never fantasized about being Mrs. Kirkland. I will never want to be Mrs. Kirkland and it's incredibly stupid for you to think I ever would when I think it's obvious I've been in love with you for the past six months! Now, I don't know about you, but I feel that you should rethink everything that you've just said and think about it good because it is incredibly dense," you growled out, scrunching your nose at him, "God Matthew, what the hell have you been thinking?"
It took a few minutes for Matthew to process the information you had angrily threw at him before he murmured, "Oh… then… I guess I can do this."
And he pressed his lips to yours softly and slightly sloppily. It was a chaste and gentle kiss –very short –and he pulled away, keeping his forehead on yours.
"Je t'aime."
With that, he once again pulled your face to his, hugging at the mouth. His kiss was just as timid as he was –unsure if this was okay or not. You smiled into Matthew's lips, mind wandering and coming upon the thought of his French side. You knew that he was Francis' cousin, so did that mean he'd have a perverted and dominating side as well? You pondered this as your hands fiddled with his hair, running through the silky locks. It was peaceful and sweet –until you hit the curl.
Up until this point when he slammed you up against a wall and forcefully wrapped your legs around his waist then shoving his tongue into your mouth –everything had been very docile and sweet. Now, it was hot and lively passion as his hands stealthily went under your shirt and stroked your smooth skin. You shivered slightly, but then calmed down as he forced his tongue into your mouth. Just then, the door was slammed open by Gilbert who chuckled.
"Vay to go Matthew!"
Matthew pulled back –your mouths were connected by a silky strand of saliva –and then groaned at the interruption.
"You know Gilbert," he said his voice very irritated, "we were kind of busy."
"Kind of?" Gilbert chuckled, "You were getting at it with the kitten!"
Your cheeks –which had already darkened to a deep crimson –like the color of Yao Wang's clothes –got even darker to resemble an embarrassed Lovino. You slipped down Matthew's waist –accidentally rubbing against him and then wiped your mouth to remove any stray spit that could have happened to cling there. Matthew grabbed your hand and the two of you walked to sit next to each other on the couch.
"So, does this mean I'm your girlfriend?"
"Do you have to ask?"
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Hetalia Heaven (Yellow) (Reader Insert)
~7 Minutes In Hetalia Heaven~
[Colour; Yellow]
Germany
Italy was the friend who dragged you along to the strange party that was held at England's mansion. You didn't complain too much, you just went along with it, a little thrilled to be going. After a while at the party, alcohol started to get to everyone and a peculiar game was forced upon the nations. You recognized the game straight away by its name, when America sprung up and announced "We'll be playing seven minutes in Heaven or Hell!" He gave a thumbs up to the world before scurrying off to find one of England's top hats and writing down countries and drawing flags to put in there.
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Seven Minutes in Heaven (Switzerland)
You roll your eyes and stick your hand in, grabbing a...
Gun Charm
You raise an eyebrow, looking for the blonde man that would own the thin, metal gun.
"Where is he?" you hear Prussia ask next to you. A silent finger from an Austrian man points you to where the shorter Swiss man was being practically dragged to the closet by an over enthusiastic Spain.
"Get off of me you-you scum!" Switzerland yelled, fighting the Spaniard, "Where are my guns?"
Austria smirks, pointing to a safe where Germany was placing weapons from all the party goers, including the Swiss'. You stare, wide-eyed at grinning Prussian behind you.
"Prussia," you warn, bac
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Seven minutes in heaven: Russia
Russia was the name you saw as you opened your eyes. You didn't realize you were holding your breath until you let it out. You scanned the large group of people until your eyes rested on Russia.
"Russia," you said. He calmly stood from his seat and you turned away. The two of you walked into the closet, and watched as the door shut beside you. Russia smiled and leaned in, kissing you. It wasn't as rough as you thought; it was surprisingly gentle for someone like him. You were hesitant to kiss back, but did so anyways. You could feel him smile into the kiss.
He pulled away shortly after to let you breathe. After a few moments you co
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Story (c) Me
You (c) Yourself. Or Russia. Or
Link to the first and others in the series:
[link]
I don't own Hetalia or any of it's associates -however, I do own this story.
Hetalia (c)
Story (c) Me
You (c) Yourself. Or Russia. Or
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