Around The World ( Hetalia X Reader)

"I'm bored!" Alfred lamented. You rolled your eyes. He turned to face you. "What time is it?" He moaned.
You shifted yourself as far away from his as you could while still being able to sit on the couch. You were waiting for your best friend, also Alfred's brother, Matthew Williams to get home from hockey.

"Time to get a life." You grumbled.

There was a silence. "Bitch." Alfred huffed.

You glanced at him. "You set yourself up for that one." You defended, flicking a lock of your (h/l)(h/c) hair out of your eyes. Alfred looked at you with big, blue, puppy dog eyes. You sighed and checked your watch. "Eleven fourty seven."

"Can I have lunch, then?" He asked. It was more to himslef than to you but you picked up on his grammar error anyway. You never passed up an opportunity to correct someone's grammar.

"I don't know, can you?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Yes." Alfred pushed himself up off the couch and stood over you. "I'm a grown up."

"Well whoop-dee-doo, good for you." You rolled your eyes.

He narrowed his. "Did you make that rhyme on purpose?"

"No." You snapped.

There was an awkward silence. "Would you like something?" He asked after a moment.

"Unless you're getting (favourite food), then no thanks. Not interested." You responded.

He was about to give a snappy response but the front door swung open and Matthew walked in. There was a complete attitude change on your part as you jumped up to greet him.

"Mattie!" You chanted, walking towards the blond. He smiles timidly and opens his arms for a hug, which you accept gracefully.

You ignore Alfred's grumbles as he shuffles down the hall towards the kitchen. "Has Alfred been bothering you?" Matthew asks, peering down into your (e/c) eyes.

"No!" Alfred yelled from the kitchen.

You looked up at Matthew and shrugged. "More like we've been bothering eachother. It's gone both ways." You then got a whiff of Matthew. "Urfh!" You pushed yourself away form him. "You smell like hockey!"

Matthew stared at you blankly for a moment then a devilish smile crept onto his face and he reached towards you. "Smell my hockey hands, bébé!"

You screamed and rocketed away from him, booking it towards the kitchen where you could hear Alfred banging around. "Alfie~!" You squealed, rounding the corner and reaching for the American you had only so recently fought with.

Alfred sprung into action immediately, pulling you behind him and brandished a wooden spoon in Matthew's direction. "Stand down, stinky hockey man!"

A slick smile spread across Matthew's lips. He reached out towards the two of you and sauntered slowly through the kitchen.

Alfred scrambled backwards, dragging you with him. "Noooooooo!" He lamented.

Matthew lunged forward, one hand fastening itself around your shoulder and the other around Alfred's elbow. You screamed.

...

So did Alfred. Only his was higher pitched than yours. You rolled your eyes and attempt to jerk your arm out of Matthew's grip to no avail. Next thing you know, Matthew yanks you forwards and throws you over his shoulder like a giant sack of pancake mix.

He slipped away from Alfred and booked it out of the house, you squealing. "She's mine!" He crowed victoriously.

"Noooooooooo!" Alfred lamented, chasing his brother.