#germany x reader

how noisy are they? hetalia edition ♡

tags | smut , nsfw , masturbation , scenario , imagine , headcanons , axis & allies , accent kink , country names used , minors do not interact

author's note* here are my headcanons on what allies/axis sound like!! i'm planning to make another post like this but with the nordics. let me know if you'd like a version of this with the women!! or other select characters! you can read part two here and read part three here !

allies ♡

america has to take several breaths in the middle of jerking himself off. yes, even when it's just him he can tend to get way too excited. edging may not be his strong suit but in the short time he does spend touching himself, he imagines himself in front of someone he finds attractive, waiting for their next command.

has a surprisingly whiny moan, kind of like this.

england can be a little loud at times, other times not so much. mainly when it is not appropriate or acceptable to make such a raucous. as for whoever he's with, he'll also prefer to keep them quiet. (a hand across the mouth, perhaps) he likes to kiss them over and over to quieten his partner. he actually talks a lot during sex, albeit not without some serious stuttering. and though, he is most likely mentally kicking himself for doing so, his partner finds it cute.

when he tries to laugh the nervousness off, he sounds like this.

france likes to talk them through it, or rather, whisper because that is just so much more intimate. he makes sure his lover is comfortable and settled in before anything else happens. he could makeout for hours on end if it were possible—touching them through their clothes until they beg for him to finally start doing everything he told them he wanted to do.

his slow kisses make it feel as though it's been hours, and when he starts up it sounds like this.

canada tends to be grabby when he's with the person he really likes. he tries to at least be subtle in his protectiveness over that one special person. he sucks in a breath when he feels their body on his, desperately rubbing against his to cause some friction. he pulls them in closer, feeling their heat. he praises them, acknowledging the fact that they're not shy.

whenever he praises them, it might sound something like this.

russia seriously fights for his life when it comes to not being loud. he tries to moan as low as possible, which is much easier when he is on top. his voice is deep, and can be very loud when he is moaning. his partner insists that it is not a problem, but he'd truly be upset (and humiliated) if someone outside heard him. he likes to tease with his words, nearly mocking his partner. with a smile on his face, he'll tell them how adorably pathetic they sound for him.

he likes to call them cute nicknames in russian, just like this.

china doesn't care to feed into their accent/language barrier kink. so he tries to teach them chinese instead, even praising them for every word they can pronounce correctly. although, he does still find it sweet how they react whenever he calls them a nickname in his native language. he'd never admit it directly though, opting to call them silly for even liking such a thing. he then proceeds to give them a kiss, telling them to move on to the next part of their lesson.

he's very much a tease!! hoping they don't mind it too much when he sounds like this.

axis ♡

italy does whatever his love asks of him. he figures it'll keep him out of trouble if he does. he likes doing what pleases them. most of the time, anyway. if there is something that's kind of embarrassing for him, he'll whine about for a little bit until his love is able to remind them that he is all theirs and only theirs.

he's very, very cute whenever he sounds like this.

germany will explain everything he is doing or wants to do to his partner right before and as he is doing it. not too strict, but extremely disciplined in how he's working his hands over their body. he is able to coax out these short, low noises from their mouth. his touch makes them squirm, but he immediately holds them still. he's talking them down so they'll relax. giving him the green light to continue to touch them.

he's soft spoken, mostly speaking in german like this.

japan swallows loudly, happily so seeing as their tongue was just inside of his mouth. he kissed them so feverently, leaning forward to deepen it. enjoying the way they licked every part of his mouth. he feels so good it almost makes him dizzy. his partner will have to make sure to give him breaks in between for him to get some air. in the meantime, they put their hand to his chest, feeling his fast heartbeat.

he's cute, but out of shape—therefore not having a lot of stamina. he sounds like this.

prussia usually talks into their neck, or hair, when he's feeling a certain way. one time, his partner even brought it up to him that they can't hear what he's saying when he does that. he just grinned and shrugged. he told them it doesn't matter if they can't understand him, that they probably just like feeling his warm breath on their skin anyway. he talks them through everything, mostly saying vulgar things and praising how well they are taking him.

he can get cocky...but this is what he might sound like.

romano likes to edge his partner because it brings him satisfaction when someone else is feeling the same sexual frustration he often feels. he praises them when they do something he wants them to do and only after they do it. if they happen to touch him in a way he especially he likes, he'll demand they do it over and over. he believes there's nothing wrong with prioritizing himself sometimes.

...surely his partner can understand. he sounds like this.

⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑶𝒇 𝑴𝒚 𝑳𝒊𝒇𝒆

ᯓ★ Ordered by @sparkleonsayori. ᯓ★Type: Headcanons [Fluff] ᯓ★Characters: [Italy - Germany - Japan, Hetalia] ᯓ★Note: Yippie!! I got a request from mootie!! Im so happy...!! I got a little suprise in japan's section in which i added a little hc of mine can be seen here (´∀`)... Ehe! I was the anon when making thsi btw... Ehe... Just Japan having DID... I dont like how this turned....plus i took longer bc... Things... Sigh. ᯓ★Warnings: ....

Italy (Feliciano Vargas)

- Feliciano's kisses are as warm and inviting as the Italian sun. They are full of feeling, often accompanied by happy, little sighs and muffled exclamations of "Amore!" or "Bellissimo!" against your lips. He kisses with his whole heart, and it's impossible not to feel cherished.

- He is the king of the quick, spontaneous kiss. A peck on the cheek while you're cooking pasta, a smacking kiss on your hand as he passes by, a gentle nibble on your ear just to make you laugh. His affection is a constant, joyful presence.

- His lips taste faintly of the tomato sauce from lunch, the rich flavor of olive oil, or the sweet zest of a freshly peeled orange. It's a delicious, comforting, and vibrant taste that is utterly Feliciano.

- A kiss from Italy rarely stays just a kiss. It almost always evolves into a full-bodied hug. He'll wrap his arms around you, nuzzle his face against yours, and hold you close, as if the kiss was just the beginning of a much longer cuddle session. He loves the physical closeness almost as much as the kiss itself.

- He might pretend to faint after a particularly good kiss, swooning backwards with a hand on his forehead before grinning and pulling you in for another. It's theatrical and over-the-top, but the love behind it is 100% genuine. He believes romance should be a beautiful, dramatic performance for an audience of one.

Germany (Ludwig Beilschmidt)

- Ludwig approaches kissing with the same order and dedication he applies to everything in his life. It's not spontaneous; it's a planned and deeply sincere event. He will make sure the environment is correct (door locked, chores finished) so he can give you his undivided, focused attention.

- His kisses are firm, confident, and incredibly grounding. There's no hesitation or fumbling. It's a clear, direct communication of his affection. He holds you securely, one hand often on the small of your back to steady you, making you feel incredibly safe and wanted.

- He tastes clean, like the faint, crisp scent of soap, freshly laundered clothes, and maybe a hint of the coffee he drinks to maintain his strict schedule. It's a reassuring and solid smell, reflecting his reliable and strong nature.

- Despite his tough exterior, he blushes deeply. After pulling away, he'll clear his throat, his face bright red, and offer a stiff but heartfelt compliment in a slightly flustered tone, such as, "That was... sehr gut. You are... very good at that." His awkwardness is a tell-tale sign of how deeply he's affected.

- He uses kisses as a form of quiet reassurance. A firm, quick kiss on the lips before you leave for the day means "Be safe, I'm thinking of you." A soft kiss on your temple when you're stressed is his way of saying, "I am here. We will handle this together, with efficiency and care."

Japan (Kiku Honda)

- To Kiku, a kiss is a profound act of intimacy, not to be given or taken lightly. His kisses are incredibly soft, slow, and deliberate. They are not about passion, but about deep connection and unspoken understanding. He closes his eyes not just to feel, but to fully immerse himself in the moment with you.

- The moments before the kiss are just as important as the kiss itself. The slow lean-in, the hesitant glance at your lips, the soft intake of breath. He builds a quiet, powerful tension that makes the eventual, gentle touch of his lips feel like a revelation.

- His kisses carry the delicate, slightly bitter aroma of high-quality green tea and a soft, floral hint that reminds you of cherry blossoms in the spring. It's a serene, elegant, and deeply calming sensation.

- While his kisses are gentle on the surface, there is a world of deep, powerful emotion held just beneath. A kiss from Kiku is a promise, a silent vow of his loyalty and affection. It's intense in its quietness, speaking volumes through its minimalism.

- After the kiss, he will often pull away slowly and give a small, almost imperceptible bow of his head, his cheeks dusted with a delicate blush. It's a sign of respect and deep affection. He might not say anything, but his actions have spoken for him. He expresses his love through these perfect, quiet moments of shared serenity.

South Italy (Lovino Vargas)

- Lovino's kisses are a battle between his defensive, grumpy exterior and his deeply passionate, yearning heart. The first time, he might even yell, "What are you looking at, idiota!?" before grabbing your collar and pulling you into a rough, desperate kiss. It's full of fire and frustration, but it quickly melts into something much softer and more vulnerable.

- His lips taste like the garlic and basil from the pasta he just made, the rich, rustic flavor of red wine. It's an authentic, passionate, and slightly bitter taste that is uniquely Lovino.

- He is anything but quiet, but his sounds are muffled against your skin. You'll hear a stream of angry-sounding Italian mutters—"Stronzo... maledetto..."—that slowly dissolve into soft, helpless whimpers and sighs. The moment he realizes he's let his guard down, he'll try to push you away, but his hands will just cling to your shirt.

- He will never say "I love you" outright. Instead, he shows it. After a bad day, he'll shove a plate of perfectly cooked food at you and then press a firm, quick kiss to your forehead before stomping away, his entire face red. It's his way of saying, "I care about you, you idiot, so don't be sad."

- Once the kiss is over, he will be a flustered, blushing mess. He'll cross his arms, look away, and grumble, "That... that didn't mean anything! Don't get the wrong idea!" But the way he can't meet your eyes and the slight, happy tremble in his hands gives him away completely.

Spain (Antonio Fernández Carriedo)

- A kiss from Antonio is like being caught in a warm, sudden sunshower. It's bright, happy, and drenches you in affection. He’s not shy about his love; he'll kiss you loudly and proudly in public, scooping you up and spinning you around, laughing against your lips.

- While he's sunny, his kisses have a deep, fiery undercurrent of Latin passion. He kisses with a confident, almost rhythmic intensity, as if moving to a flamenco beat only he can hear. It's energetic, lively, and makes your heart race.

- He tastes like the sun-ripened tomatoes from his garden, a faint, sweet hint of orange, and the earthy warmth of the fields. It's a vibrant, healthy, and incredibly inviting taste that makes you think of summer festivals and lazy afternoons.

- Kissing Antonio is a full-body experience. He’ll hold you close with one arm, his other hand tangling in your hair or cupping your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin. He might even break the kiss to pepper your face with a dozen smaller, quicker kisses, laughing joyfully all the while.

- He always, always murmurs affectionate nicknames against your lips. "Mi cariño," "Mi sol," "Mi amor." His voice is a warm, happy hum that vibrates through you, making every kiss feel like a celebration of your very existence. To be kissed by Spain is to feel like the most cherished person in the world.

Prussia (Gilbert Beilschmidt)

- Gilbert doesn't just kiss you; he performs the "Awesome Kiss of the Awesome Prussia!" It's bold, dramatic, and full of his signature swagger. He might strike a pose beforehand or declare, "Be prepared for the most amazing kiss of your life!" The kiss itself is firm, passionate, and slightly possessive, as if he's stamping his identity onto you.

- His lips taste... exciting. Like the metallic tang of cold air and steel, the sharp, sweet fizz of his favorite energy drink, and something uniquely wild and electric—like the smell of ozone after a lightning strike. It's a totally unique, slightly chaotic taste that is utterly him.

- He will almost always have his signature sharp-toothed grin before and after the kiss. He'll pull away, looking immensely pleased with himself, his red eyes sparkling. "See? Totally awesome, right? Don't worry, you can admit it. It's okay to be overwhelmed by my awesomeness!"

- When the bravado fades away in true privacy, his kisses become different. They are slower, more searching, and filled with a vulnerable intensity. In these quiet moments, he kisses like a man who has been alone for a long time and still can't believe he's found someone who sees him as more than just a "ghost." He'll bury his face in your neck and hold you tightly after.

~Hetalia characters with a sweet fem! Reader~

A/N: Hiii my love! Augh, I’ve been WAITING for a hetalia request. I just got out of work so I was all to eager to write this! I love Russia sm 😭

Characters: Italy, Germany, Japan, America, England, France, Russia and China!

Warnings: none :)

Axis:

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Italy

-He finds you adorable!

-Thinks you’re the female version of him fr

“Ahhh! You’re adorable! Lets make pasta together, yeah?” He smiles as he drags you out of the BORING meeting room.

-You two do end up making pasta together!

-And that turns into something so wholesome and cute :’)

-Loves seeing how kind you are to others!

-Will spoil you! He doesn’t look like it, but he has lots of money I feel he would use on you!

-Is a house husband. Does all the chores. Gets genuinely sad when he sees you trying to do chores.

“Nooo! Bella, that is my job!” He cries as he grabs the dishes from you.

Germany

-Wouldn’t know how to approach you!

-Would be holding back a blush after you make the first move, acting all sweet and caring towards him.

-We all know how easily flustered bro can get-

-Eventually, he asks you out for a beer- though a huge red blush on his face.

-Instantly regrets it after finding out you don’t drink beer. He feels like such a nincompoop.

“Scheiße! Forgive me… I did not know.”

-You calm him down with a smile, and eventually he takes you to a nice German cafe downtown.

-Loves hearing your soft voice, it’s so different from his own.

-Also enjoys to take care of you, but will GLADLY rest his head on your tummy as you run your hand through his blonde locks.

“Ja.. feels gut, mein liebe.”

Japan

-Would admire you quietly.

-He finds the way you carry yourself with such respect incredible.

-No one in the damn meeting room acted such a nice way.

-You were nice to everyone, even England who was such a grumpy old man!

-So, he approaches you and asks you for tea :)

“Would you.. do me the pleasure of having tea at my home?”

-You happily say yes.

-Eventually, you two become a official pair, and he becomes so much more open with you.

-Loves loves LOVES to hug you. A sweet person equals sweet hugs, he believes.

“You are so warm, so sweet. Never change.”

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Allies

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America

-He finds you incredibly adorable.

-Doesn’t shy away from telling you that the first day he meets you!

“Like, dudette! You are so nice- wanna hang?”

-He’s a very open guy, so he doesn’t hesitate to ask anyone out.

-Becomes interested when he sees you being nice to Russia, of all countries

-You guys go to McDonald’s!

-Will get a 40 pc chicken nugget meal to share with you!

-Loves your personality, finding it great how you two contrast!

“You’re pretty cool! Wanna like.. be my girl?” He winks at you.

England

-He finds you peculiar.

-Initially finds your kindness fake at first, used to people using kindness to get their way.

-But when you approach him for a business question, he actually sees how genuine you are!

-Brings scones for you after that.

-And you eat them, and when you don’t gag? Oh, he’s all over you now, bb.

“You.. you enjoy my scones? Really??” He has a shocked face as he sweats.

-Takes you to visit famous sights in England :)

-He loves how polite you are!

“You’re truly an angel, love.”

France

-What a cute girl you are!

-Ok. We all know how this man acts.

-So he doesn’t shy away in flirting with you in front of EVERYONE.

“What is a beautiful lady like you doing in a nasty place like this?” He asks as he leans over you.

-Is surprised when you DON’T slap him, and instead laugh and.. thank him?

-Now he wants to get to know you.

-Often leaves roses on your seat, to which you accept with a blush.

-Gets jealous when he sees you being nice to England. Disgusting black sheep, he thinks.

-But he doesn’t push you about it.

-Wants all your attention on him.

“You are my favorite girl, Mon amour. Don’t forget it.”

Russia

-Oh, what a cute little thing you are!

-Is his first thought, as he creepily watches you from his own seat.

-Actually becomes obsessed when you’re nice to him.

-People usually avoid him, my bb :(

-So expect him to approach you, though shyly.

“Ah, sunflower. I would like to be asking for a hug?” He stretches out his arms, hesitantly.

-You happily accept, and he’s in shock!

-Falls in love with you, like genuinely.

-You guys have little at home movie dates, with hot cocoa and fluffy blankets.

-LOVES to cuddle you.

-Does get jealous when you’re nice to literally any other person, only thinking he’s deserving of you attention.

“подсолнечник, I believe I am the only one worthy of your attention, hm?”

China

-Loves you so MUCH.

-He thinks you’re like a real life version of hello kitty, looks and personality.

-Brings you his ‘Chinese tasty treats’ literally every meeting, slapping America’s hand away when he DARES to grab the snacks.

“NO! These are for her only, fatass!”

-Likes to take walks with you on your breaks, enjoying your voice.

-He WILL brush your hair, finding it soft and sweet, like you.

-If he sees any other nation (France) flirting with you, he WILL hit said nation (France) with his frying pan that he brings everywhere for some reason.

-When you reprimand him for this, he whines.

“Aya! But he was making filthy moves on you! I couldn’t allow that!”

-You two hold hands under the meeting table JKEJFKWJDKD I love

-my otp

a/n: i havent posted in a minute im so sorry😭😭 also everyone stream america no joo by cymbals right now

characters: japan, italy, romano, germany, prussia, russia, china, france, canada, england, america, scotland, sweden

cw: nonezies!!

tw:fluff, short, rushed

Would appear next to you in your hiding spot and say something like, This is a nice spot! and would look over at him. And if you scream, he might start screaming with you.

america, russia, italy, japan, china

You wouldn’t see him coming. You could be hiding under a bed, and he would be at the foot of the bed, where he knew you couldn’t see him. And he would drag you out.

germany, russia, prussia, maybe japan

Would give up, not knowing he was so close to your hiding spot. Like you could be hiding behind boxes, and he would plop down against the boxes and forfeit.

England, italy, france, canada

If you are playing hide and seek with a group, he would follow you and hide with you, saying it’s scary hiding alone. You two are attached at the hip for the whole game.

canada, italy(especially if the seeker is germany)china(the same but if the seeker was russia)

He would rat you out, getting both of you caught, and would say it’s unfair. But he would be hiding in the most obvious place.

romano, prussia,

Would be the seeker and hide, but he didn’t know he was the seeker :( So now you’re both hiding for hours until one of you gives up.

requested by anon! gender neutral reader. starring . . . italy, china, prussia & germany. warning for stalking behaviors & nsfw (masurbation) hinted in china’s and discussed in germany’s parts. fandom masterlist found here. 📌 . . . author notes: this was fun to write! excited for the german brothers ^_^. i felt so mischievous while writing bc i hinted at quite a bit of things throughout these hcs (mostly just character relations but i’m ngl my personal hcs deff made their way in here). try to figure them all out if you dare!

🦋🦋: OOHH!! YES YES! A fair warning, I used Google translate for French and Russian since I can already speak German and English :)

CH Britain 🇬🇧 :

It was a very peaceful day in London, or as peaceful as it could be in the capital city. Britain was hosting his usual yearly meeting with Y/n and her leaders. Now, usually, he was not all too keen organizing trips and meetings with other countries, as he viewed them as a waste of time more times than now. But, with Y/n, it was quite different. Britain actually found himself enjoying her company, even if there was a glaring issue. Yn didn't speak English at all. But that was something he could ignore. After all, the woman was always so cheerful, happy, beautiful, and kind. And somehow, he could always tell what she wanted even without a translator nearby, and the same went for Y/n when it came to Britain. But, she was tired of having to vaguely point at stuff for Britain to understand her, and a translator was not a viable option for her either. The reason? Y/n had over time fallen in love with the British man, and she wanted to confess really bad to him. A translator, as good as they were, would just not do. She wanted to be the one to say it in a way that Britain would understand her. She wanted to tell him how she felt without a third person being involved in that moment. So, what did Y/n do to fix that problem? She studied English in the time both of them were separated. And today, it was finally the day she had been looking forward to!

'Just do it... Don't chicken out! Just say those three word- But what if he doesn't like me back?' Y/n thought to herself as she walked down the street with Britain. The man was pointing at some random buildings and speaking in a way that would be universally understood, unaware that she could speak English now. Y/n quietly gulped, smiling at Britain as her heart rate kept increasing.

'That accent gets me every time!' She thought, trying to think of the perfect moment to talk to him. Britain was meanwhile having his own issues with his feelings. Being this close to the woman was definitely causing a lot of sweat to form on his palms, and he had to catch himself a few times from saying stuff like 'you look beautiful as ever' and similar things.

'It's not like she would understand me, anyway.' Britain thought with an unintentionally loud sigh, causing Y/n to snap out of her state.

'Do it! Do it!'

"Anyway... How...about we go and drink some tea?" Britain finally spoke up, signaling with his hands the action of drinking the same beverage, expecting a quick nod in return. But, the reality of what he actually got definitely hit him like a ton of bricks.

"I... I love you." Y/n blurted out with a flustered look.

"Oh well, I love you as we-" Before the Brit could finish his sentence, he stopped and stared at the flustered woman with wide eyes. He felt his cheeks heat up and for once, he was completely speechless. Her words and the cute accent were just too much for the man.

"Y-you- Eck!!"

"Mr. Britain!!" Y/n exclaimed as Britain unintentionally walked into a light pole, causing him to fall flat on the ground.

"Are you alright?!" She quickly crouched down to check on any injuries, not paying attention to the people who had stopped to look at them. Britain didn't care about them much either. I mean, the woman he pretty much loved said she felt the same, and she had the most cutest accent when she spoke to him.

'She is so cute! Her looks! Her voice! And she loves me! She really loves me! We need to celebrate this!!' Britain thought with a boyish grin appearing on his face.

"Britain... Can you hear me? Hello?" Y/n continued to call out as the man got more and more lost in his thoughts.

'This wasn't how it was supposed to go!! At least I know he loves me as well...'

CH France 🇫🇷:

If someone had told Yn that she would be one day sitting with a country as powerful as France, she would have laughed in their faces. If they had told her that she would grow close enough to be one of his closest allies, she would have definitely died of laughter. But, all of that did end up happening, and she herself was unsure how that even happened. One day, Yn was invited for a first official meeting with France after gaining independence from her former boss, and now, she was sitting and talking with the man so casually and normally in a small cafe in Paris.

'He looks so good today!! Oh... Calm down, Yn.' The woman thought as she nervously fidgeted with her fingers that were on her lap. The reason as to why she was nervous? Well, first of all, France was a man she had been harboring feelings for, and the second reason was the fact that today she planned to show off some of her French language skills.

France, who was meanwhile oblivious to her inner turmoil, continued speaking in English and explaining how his week went. As much as he disliked using Britain's language this much, for Yn, he didn't mind it. After all, he would do anything to hear her laugh at his jokes and talk to him.

'Oh... whenever I use English, I feel like all the work my ancestors did was for nothing! But... I guess she is worth it.' France thought, a small smile appearing on his face when he heard Yn laugh at something he had said.

"Right! I knew that you would find it just as funny as I did, mon cher."

"I definitely did." Yn giggled while nodding her head, causing the man's heart rate to increase. She was definitely doing things to his mind and heart, and he didn't mind it one bit.

'Love is so beautiful and painful!!' The man thought dramatically as one of the waiters approached and stopped at their table to take the orders.

"Bonjour. Que désirez-vous commander aujourd'hui?" The French man asked as France cleared his throat to order for the both of them. But before he could even open his mouth, Yn had beaten him to it.

"Un chocolat chaud et un verre de vin, s'il vous plaît." The words came out of her mouth more naturally than she expected them to. It didn't takebher too long to think of them either, since both her and France always ordered the same, or similar things.

The waiter, who was unfazed by it, quickly wrote the order down and told them that it would be served soon before leaving the table.

"Merci beaucoup." Yn said to the man before looking back at the stunned and wide-eyed France.

"Mr. France, are you alright?" She nervously asked, worrying that she had said something wrong but got no answer in return.

'She... she spoke French?! Yn, mon joyau, mon monde... Spoke my language!! Not that stupid Brit's language!!!' A huge grin appeared on France's face and he quickly grabbed both of Yn's hands into his.

'Eh!! Ah! He is holding my hands!!' Flustered, Yn looked at the French nation with a nervous yet happy expression. This meant that she did alright for her first try.

"Mon monde! You never told me you spoke French! C'est incroyable! Tu es tellement adorable ! Mon cœur va exploser." As the man continued to praise her, she felt her face grow warmer and warmer each passing second, and she just knew that she had to stop France from talking.

'My heart can't take it!'

"I... I just started learning it. It's nothing special..."

"Nothing special? No, this is amazing! Mon amour, I will teach you all the ins and outs of this magnificent language. Now that I have heard you speak it, I am afraid that I won't be able to go a moment without hearing more of it." France, the ever so confident man chuckled and kissed Yn's knuckles, leaving the woman speechless and flustered.

'Damn that French!'

CH Germany 🇩🇪:

It was that time of the year some countries dreaded, and some didn't mind. The yearly UN summit. Every country around the world had come to New York to sit for hours and hours through passive-aggressive speeches and arguments. Yn was one of the nations who didn't mind these meetings. And why would that be? She had the opportunity to listen to Germany speak in his language, which she found absolutely hot. Which was one of the reasons why she had taken up learning German over the years. She wanted to listen to Germany talk. Actually talk without a translator buzzing in her ear every second.

And while the first month of her learning German was filled with tears, life regrets, and self deprivation, she was finally at the point where she didn't need the translator. Shortly after the man had left his seat to hold his speech in front of everyone, Yn had turned off her headphones and taken them off to listen to Germany. And man, was it worth it!! She was instantly mesmerized by the words that started to leave Germany's mouth.

'Ah! I could listen to him speak all day, every day! His mannerisms, his voice, the way he pronounces everything! I could listen to it over and over again and not grow tired!' Smiling dreamily, Yn rested her head on the palm of her hand and continued staring intently at Germany.

The said male country had felt the stares from the direction of Yn's seat, and while speaking, he sent a few shy glances her way.

'She is staring at me... But... She had taken off her headset? Am I boring? Does she hate listening to me speak my language?' The usually confident European gelt his heart sink at the thought of the woman he had grown to love over the short time of knowing her. He was used to people making fun of German, but something about her disliking it definitely made him want to do reforms here and now!

But, as soon as those thoughts entered his head, they left when he took notice of Yn mouthing something to him. And that something was definitely not in English, but in German.

'Du machst das toll.' He read off of her lips, and in that moment, his mind was set. He would marry her! He just needed to finish this speech as soon as possible.

HC Russia 🇷🇺:

"That stupid America!"

Yn, who was busy making tea for herself and her Russian friend, quickly dropped whatever she was doing and ran out of the kitchen toward the living room.

"Mr. Russia, are you alright?! You rarely ever yell!"

The said man tensed up and looked at the entrance to the living room where Yn was, obviously embarrassed by his own sudden outburst

"D-da... I just... Ah... I am just pissed off." Russia sighed in defeat and sat back down on Yn's couch as the woman approached him with the same concerned expression.

"And what made you so mad? You usually keep your temper as... as well as you can." The woman said, knowing that if she said anything else, it would be a lie. Russia chuckled in amusement at her words before shaking his head and showing her his phone. While Yn was in the kitchen, Russia had decided to look through some news reports about recent events. It was, for the most part, mundane stuff, but what made his blood boil was an article about America's recent return to popularity and the new allies he had made. It stung a lot to see it. Not only did the most capitalist country outlast his own father, the USSR, but now he was overtaking him in popularity. Russia just felt useless and unwanted.

"Oh... Yeah, I read that! America is strengthening some relationships with the Latin American countries. That annoyed you?" The woman wondered, watching the Russian sigh and shake his head.

"No... It's not that, precisely. What annoys me is this feeling I get whenever I read articles like these."

"Feeling?" Yn asked, her heart breaking at the sight of the defeated Russian. There was a silence between them for a brief moment before Russia decided to speak up again.

"Yes. It's like no matter what I do, America will always be there popular and wanted country. Everyone loves him more than me."

Russia, uncharacteristically enough, started to pout, obviously insecure and unhappy with the current state of his relationships with the other countries.

'But... At least I have Yn. She won't betray me, right-'

The Russian stopped his own train of thoughts when he felt someone's lips on his cheeks. Yn's lips.

'She... She is kissing me?!' Time stopped for a brief second as the man's eyes widened to the size of plates, and his cheeks glowed a soft pink shade when she moved away to smile at the nation.

"Well, I can't speak for others, but... ya lyublyu tebya bol'she vsekh na svete." Giggling, Yn moved away from the couch and went back to the kitchen to finish the tea. Russia was just left stunned, speechless, and... happy. He was happy. For once, someone said that they preferred him over America. And the person who told him that was nobody other than Yn herself.

"Oh well, I am happy to hear- WAIT?! YOU SPOKE RUSSIAN?!" Russia yelled in realization as he quickly stood up from the couch when Yn let out a small laugh from down the hallway.

"Maybe~"