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“Yao can you make more of these?” an English head peered around the corner of the kitchen, still trying to finish his last dumpling.

“Arrg!” the Chinese man groaned, wishing he could just chuck the stirring spoon he was holding across the room. “Coming up...” he finally sighed, knowing raging wouldn't solve his problems.

He was supposed to be 'nice' to the other countries, but he didn't think that would end up having to serve them left right and centre.

“Right!” the Englishman grinned, before returning into the other room.

Moments after, Yao finally began to calm down until a certain person entered the room with a giant grin on their face. That person, was none other than (First name) (Last name), who had some fun questions she wanted answered.

“HEY YAO!!” she shouted excitedly in his ear, only it ended with him getting scared, and spilling a whole new plate of dumplings on the ground.

There was a moment of silence, as if they were having some kind of memorial for the now useless dumplings. However that didn't stop (your name).

“Can I ask you a few questions??” she asked eagerly, sounding as if she was going to have a nervous breakdown if he didn't.

Yao sighed impatiently, before nodding the girl to go on. They were good friends of course, actually, really close friends. Just Yao wasn't in a very happy mood. He felt like punching a wall or two.

“Well..” (your name) began, meddling with her fingers a little. “Is it true every Chinese person knows kung fu?”

Yao raised an eyebrow, but deciding not to bother arguing, he just answered.

“No. Not every Chinese person aru.”

Nodding, she just went on, even pulling out a small note book and a pen.

“Is is true all Chinese people are good at math?”

Yao mentally face palmed, but looked at (your name)'s face to see her smiling and made his heart melt.

“No aru!” he laughed. “One whole country and it's people cannot be good at the same thing.”

(Your name) just nodded again, in an understanding way.

“Is it true all Asians are short and thin?”

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE TALKING ABOUT CHINA?!” Yao asked loudly, trying to keep his cool.

(Your name) just giggled at his slight angry tone.

“Well, you know what I mean.”

“There are a lot of 'smaller' body types.” Yao huffed, looking down to realize he forgot to put all the dumplings in the garbage. But not before a British voice was heard from the other room.

“Those dumping coming Yao?” he asked, sounding impatient, making Yao's face turn slightly pink with anger. Even (your name) noticed this.

As Yao was about to put the first dumping in the trash can, (your name) took the dumpling from his hand and placed it back on it's original plate.

“(Your name) those are-”

“I know.” she laughed, picking up a few more off the table and putting it back on the plate. “He won't notice will he?”

Yao smirked, and joined her in picking up the remaining dumplings off the floor.

“Have any more questions (your name)?”

She put a finger to her chin to symbolize she was thinking.

“Is is true Chinese..or most Asians are smarter than white people?”

Yao laughed out loud at that one.

“I don't think so aru. It's just a stereotype.”

“I know.” she smiled proudly. “I just had to check.”

Once the last dumping was picked up, Yao went to take the tray to Arthur in the other room, giving (your name) a wink on his way by.

“Once more question Yao.”

With that, he turned just to catch her last question.

“Is it true Chinese men have small penises?”

His mouth dropped open, just as Arthur opened the door to the kitchen to see Yao holding a nice big plate of juicy dumplings.

“Ahh it's about time!” he smiled, taking the whole try and leaving. Not even a thank you followed.

Yao turned to (your name), to see her laughing her loudest, covering her mouth at times to muffle how 'hilarious' she thought it was. He had no idea that his face was red with embarrassment.

Then an interesting idea came to his head, causing him to smirk.

“Hey (your name)?”

She looked at up, wiping away a tear from her laughing fit to see him standing right in front of her with the big smirk on his face. It was her turn to blush, seeing how damn hot be looked, just staring at her like that.

Kneeling down to her height, he took her hand and began to pull her down the hall and upstairs.

“W-where are we going Yao?” she asked, feeling her blush rising.

“Well aru, you think we Chinese have now your going to test that theory~”

She couldn't help but smile at his nervousness, but ended up blushing harder knowing what he meant.

Luckily Arthur was to busy downstairs eating his dumplings, not even knowing two things. One, they had been on the floor and two....that floor hadn't been washed in a while.
China as requested by some of you :) NEXT IS ICEY :iconyayicelandplz: and the awesome Prussia :iconyayprussiaplz:

HAHA..why not give Iggy some hassle XD but Honestly I think this one was BY FAR the most fun to do :)

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"Do canadians kids ride polar bears to school?"

Matthew Williams, also known as Canada, peered up from his newspaper to look at his friend, (your name) glaring into the computer screen in front of her.

" (your name), we don't ride polar bears at all." he said, flipping to a new page without hassle.

"Okay." she sighed, making a funny shape with her tounge while waiting for the next page to load. Matthew gave her a little look before looking back blushing. She's so damn cute, he thought.

"Do canadians play hockey all the time?"

Matthew gave a puzzling look before finally answering.

"N-no. Some don't play hockey at all much less every-"

"Is it true you put mayple syrup on everything?"

Matthew turned lightly pink, becayse of the horrible stereotypicalism. Did people really think that about canadians? Nobody remembered him anyway so what did it matter? What was worse to him now what was (your name) thought of him.

"Do canadians give people whatever they want because their 'soo' nice?" (your name) asked, giving her hair a little flip, making Matthew wish he could pin you down right there. He couldn't do that all honestly he was to nice.

"We don't give people WHATEVER they want uh--"

"Canadians always say eh? Yeah?" (your name) giggled. "You DO say 'eh' all the time Mattie."

The canadian blushed a little more at her happy giggle.

"I supposed all this really ne-"

"It is true Canadiens always eat tim hortons and drink coffee?"

Matthew mentally face palmed, before getting up and walking over to (your name) and the computer.

"Of course not (your name)! Who said that?!"

(Your name) giggled again turning to the shy canadian and pointing to the page. He leaned in to see 'Canadian stereotypes'. He smirked slighly.

"Eh (your name)?"

(Your name) turned to see Matthew nearly face to face with her. She began to turn a light shade of red.


"You know it's cold here a lot eh~" he smiled, taking her hand and pulling her up the stairs and into his bedroom. With that he pulled her into the bed before kissing her deeply, making them both turn red. Once they parted, (your name) began to pout.

It wasn't until Matthew began to undress himself before her she felt as if a nosebleed was comming on. Matthew then finished his sentence.

"So I know how to warm things up (your name)~"
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"Feliciano can I ask you a question?"

A happy-go-lucky italian lifted his head from his bowl of pasta to see his friend (your name) using his computer.

"(N)-(Your name)!? How'd you ah get in my house-"

"Are Italian's all loud?"

Feliciano looked almost offended.

"N-no. Bu-but why are you-"

"Is it true most to all italians are fat and hairy?"

The italian man's eyes widened. His brows then made a depressed look.

"No (Your name)! See! Look at me!"

(Your name) turned to see her italian friend point to himself, and taking a look at hm she knew that wasn't true. Well..for him at least.

"Is that all (your name)? I would like to-"

(Your name)'s eyes glared onto the screen before laughing out loud. Feliciano still didn't look to happy.

"What is it now (your)-"

"Is  is true italians have ties with the mafia?" she began to laugh again. "Wow."

Feliciano poked his friend in the shoulder. (Your name) turned her head to be..extremely close to his. She didn't even know he was there.

"Those things aren't true (your name)~" he smiled, "but you know what is true."

Her eyes widened, as he took her hand and began to run her up the stairs. Once they reached the bedroom, Feliciano stopped, making (your name) give him a puzzled look.

"I-uh." he stammered. "I was joking I guess..maybe italiens aren't the best lover.."

He was about to turn her around and make his way downstairs, when (your name) thought it was high time he got something to prove.

With that, she grabbed his wrist, and dragged him into the room, while he instantly smiled and flew (your name) and himself on the bed.

"Oh Feli?" (your name) asked, while watching the italian pry off his blue coat off.

"Yees (your name)~?" the happy man asked.

"What did you say is true about italiens?"

He laughed, and pushed you into the bed, beginning to kiss you happiily. Once he parted, he grinned.

"We're lovers~"

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"Does everyone in america have a gun?"

Alfred F. Jones: also known as America, turned to see his friend (your name), surfing the internet, a keen look in her eyes as she scanned each word on the depicted site she was on.

"Whaa-dude what you readin'?" Alfred just chuckled, hoping she would ignore not getting an answer.

Well that sure wasn't gunna happen.

"Does everyone in america have a gun?" she asked again, earing only a yawn and a stretch from Alfred.

"No (your name), not EVERYONE in america has a gun."

"Okay.." she mumbled, and continued to search on the same sight. A few moments later, while Alfred was chowing down on a tastely hamburger, (your name)'s voice rang through his ears before he could even taste the meat or lettuce.

"What now dude?" he asked, hoping she'd be quick so he could get on with his meal.

"Is it ture that everyone in America eats Macdonald's on an everyday basis?"

Alfred had to think for a moment.

"Nope, dude...why you-"

"Are american people always racist?"

Alfred grumbled at that one.

"No way dude!"

"Do all american's belive in aliens and ghosts?"

"But dude Alien's ARE real!"

"I rest my case.." Alfred could hear (your name) mumble from the other room. To him, it was high time she was paid back for all the questions she'd asked him.

So, he set down his burger (MIRACLOUSLY) and made his way behind (your name), poking her sides and making her giggle.

"Now..I wanna ask you some questions dude." he said, placing his neck on her shoulder. She blushed a little but nodded.

He glanced at the sight she was on while asked her questions. He'd start slow.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No." she answered plainly.

He finally saw she was looking up 'american stereotypes'.

"Do you like boys with...funny personalities?"

"Yes, Alfred." she laughed, thinking nothing was wrong.

"Would you do what I said if I was serious about you?"

(your name) turned her head to see Alfred looking at her..quite...seriously.

"Uhh..Alfred is this-"

"What if I said "You.Me.Bed.Now"?"

(Your name) blushed deeply, just as Alfred scooped her up easily, and raced upstairs. He felt (your name) began to heat up and blew cool air onto her face, making her laugh and wipe her face.

"Your so cute (your name)." he smiled.

Her face brightened up like a summer's day.


Alfred nodded, before entering his bedroom and throwing her gently onto the bed without a care. With that he thre threw off his jacket and shirt, making (your name) want to drool all over the place.

"Alfred are you being serious about this?"

He set her on the bed and locked the door, before crawling on top of her and grinning madly.

"Hell yeah!"
haha..I know some of you saw this coming...

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"Francis, is it true french people drink wine like water?"

The blond haired french-man looked over at his friend (your name), and a smile appeared on his face.

"Well I love za wine~" he laughed. "But non. It's not drunk like water-"

"Is is true french wash less often than others?"

He nearly screamed. Well he did, just in a non-many way.

"Zat is not true (your name)! I love to be clean!" he flipped his hair with a wink, making (your name) smrik and turn back into her seat.

"What are you doing anyway?" Francis peered over his friends shoulder to see 'French Stereotypes' on the screen. He didn't seem to happy about it.

"(Your name) don't tell me your-"

"Is it true french people are rude and racist?"

"NON!" Francis shouted, a little more angry than girly this time.

"Well is it true french always eat frogs all the time?"

Francis sighed, and just answered the questions.

"Zat is not true either."

(Your name) sighed, and began to tap her fingers along the desk. To Francis, he thought it was pretty sexy.


Without a word, the frenchman picked up 'his' (your name), and raced her up into his bedroom, a big grin on his face the whole.

Once he locked the door, (your name) raised an eyebrow.

"Want to know one thing zat is true (your name)?"

He crawled on top of her in the bed and leaned in close to her ear, making her shiver a little.

"WE french can be veeery sexy~"

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“Hey Kiku?” (your name) asked, just catching a glimpse of her Japanese friend walking  by.

Kiku stopped and turned his head to see (your name) flipping open a laptop, and sitting on a comfy beanbag chair, resting her elbows on the small knee-high table.

“Is it true Japanese people are like..super polite all the time?”

Kiku blinked, as if trying to remember what she said.

“Werr, everyone is different (your name).” he said, giving her a look of pity, thinking she'd know the answer to her own question.

He turned to leave, before suddenly being pulled back by none other than (your name) herself.

“Don't leave! I need to ask more questions!”

Kiku huffed lightly, before seating himself next to (your name), watching her type in 'Japanese Stereotypes'.

“It is arr rearry necessary (your name)-”

“Is it true that Japanese people cannot hold their liquor?”

“Werr about 40-45% can't I guess..”

“Do all Japanese people eat sushi all day every day?”

Kiku shook his head, once again feeling pity for her.

“What do you think (your name)?”

She took a moment to think, even placing a finger on her chin as if to show him.

“Ummm...” she looked to Kiku and grinned. “Yes?”

“Your hoperess.”

(Your name) crossed her arms, as Kiku stood up ready to leave.

“Can I ask few two more questions?” (your name) insisted, even giving him the pouty face. Kiku let out a deep breath, before returning to his seat.

“Do Japanese people watch and read anime ALL the time. Even in their sleep?” she laughed a little, knowing the answer herself.

“No. I don't think you courd either, now ret's just-”

“Is is true that Japanese are very personal, and don't like people into their 'personal bubble'.”

Kiku felt a blush rise to his cheeks, thinking of the times he pushed Feliciano and Alfred away for trying to hug him. By the time he look at (your name), she was desperately close to his face.


He rubbed the back of his neck, hoping she wouldn't notice the blush, hoping if he answered he wouldn't say the wrong thing.


He was instantly taken back from her words, and looked to see her in her regular sitting position.

“Can I hug you?”

The moment of silence was brief, because Kiku instead moved forward, and wrapped his arms around her, this time a blush coming to her cheeks. The moment she hugged back Kiku felt a little awkward, but decided to just savour the moment.

“Werr (your name), I hope that answers your question.”

With that, he  was finally able to stand, and made his way upstairs to his room, not even noticing (your name) following a short distance behind him.

“Can I have another hug Kiku?”

“No (your name).”

“Common! Just one more-”

She stood right in front of Kiku's door, pounding her fists against it, until it finally opened.

“What?” he asked, sounding a little more annoyed than usual. (Your name) just smiled.

“How's about that hug?”


:iconcuteblushplz: The "L"s are meant to be "R"s btw.
Added: AHHHHHHHHKAHUGK get off front pagge :iconohnoesplz: weeeww Were okay people it's gone! :)

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The blond haired english man looked towards his friend (your name), raising an eyebrow in the process.

"Yes (your name)?"

Without warning, the blond man's eyes widened as (your name) opened his mouth as if trying to seek some buried teasure. She peered into his mouth and stared at his teeth.

"You don't have bad teeth Arthur!"

"Bloody hell woman!?" Arthur turned red, realizing how close her mouth was to his, however the girl in front of him didn't care.

(Your name) pulled out a small notepad and paper and checked something off.

Arthur began to get curious.

"What's that (your name)..?" he asked as calmly as he could. He was beginning to get worried of what she was planning.

"A list." she mumbled, not paying much attention to her british friend.


She looked up at him, her (e/c) eyes shining.

"I'm trying to see if the british stereotypes are real!" she sounded so happy about it.

Arthur didn't like it one bit, but before he could ask, she was blurting out questions.

"Do british people only eat crumpets and tea?"

"Bloody hell no.."

"Do british people love the queen?"
"Well they should I uh-"

"Do british people get drunk all the time?"

Arthur let out a sigh.

"Not ALL the time, but is this really nessessary (your name) I-"

"Is it true british people are posh and rich?"

Arthur's face slightly became pink.

"Absolutely not!"

(Your name) giggled lightly, then closing her mouth when he leaned in close to her.

"You are a little posh Arthur~"

"I most certainly am-"

He was so close. She had to. Before his sentence was complete, she just leaned in a little closer and BOOM. His lips were to hers in a small kiss.

She pulled back and giggled as the englishman began to go pink.

"(N)-(your name)-"

With that, she said the last question. (Saved especially for last)

"Is it true british men are 'lazy' lovers?" she emphasized the lazy part.

Arthur slightly grinned, before picking (your name) up and dragging her to his room, on his way kissing up your neck and sucking it like a leech.

"Arrthurr~" she moaned as he placed her on the bed, and began to undress himself.

"I'll show them.." he mumbled while purring into her ear softly. "Maybe some are...but I am NOT a lazy lover~"
WHOO it was on the top 8 hours page :') eeep

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NOTE~~P.o.V has changed and will for the future ones~~

 “Keeeeeese (your name), what are you looking at?” your Prussian friend Gilbert asked, glancing over your slumped shoulder to see you were on some random site.

“Just looking for something.” you replied back, resting your chin on your free hand while clicking around the site, hoping to find something decent.

Gilbert was still not convinced it was just 'something'. You never just 'walked into his house and used his computer for no reason' unless it was for something important.

Usually it was either something for homework, or your family was hogging the computer(s) in your house.

“Are you suree?~” he laughed, before pulling up a chair next to you with a big grin on his face.

“Som'zing you need to ask the awesome me?”

You rolled your eyes, however having to smile at the same time.

“Yes. If I can find any...” you slowly trailed off while scrolling down a specific site, causing Gilbert to suddenly feel left out.

“Well what is it?!”

“Just sh-”

There a short pause, before you scratched your chin in thought. You were trying to find some 'Purssian Stereotypes' but considering you couldn't find any, knowing Prussia and Germany were brothers, maybe they would have the same kind of stereotypes.

“Is is true Prussians like to drink beer?”

The white haired man raised an eyebrow before answering. Then he smirked.

“Of course! Everyone loves beer, don't they-”

He looked over at you, to see you giving him a 'your-such-a-liar' glance. He laughed a little, trying to avoid your gaze.

“Any o'zer questions (your name)?”

You sighed and tried to think. Rubbing your temples together, you finally came to a thought. It was more of a German stereotype, but it would do.

“Are all Prussians 'hard working' and 'responsible'?”

“Well duh!” Gilbert cried. “We're awesome..AND responsible!”

You rolled your eyes again, yet once again laughing at his childish behaviour. For a grown man going around calling himself 'awesome' just made you think of something a younger child would do.

“Is z'at it (your name)?” Gilbert asked, leaning in slowly, waiting ever so patiently to hear what you had to say next. “I'm ready for ze next question.” hadn't really gotten that far. There weren't any questions to begin with. So you said aloud the first thing that came to your mind...

“Do Prussians like bondage?” not even thinking, instead just went on and blurted it out.

Once realizing what you said, you instantly covered your mouth and slowly turn red, while the albino man just burst into laughter.

“Where did you hear zat (your name)?” he said in mid-laughing session.

You just shrugged, hoping your red cheeks would fade, but of course, they didn't.

It was then you realized that Gilbert was a near inch from your face.

“We could...test zat theory?” he asked quietly, brushing a few hairs out of your eyes.

As the moment seemed to have arrived, you were about to pucker your lips for a kiss, when he leaned back and began to laugh again, causing you to cross your arms in anger.

“BONDAGE?! HAHAHA YOU SILLY (YOUR NAME)!” he didn't stop. Just went on and on in laughter.

Once it seemed like you'd been there for hours, you finally got up and pulled down his neck tie, causing his lips to crash onto yours. Cheeks blazing red, you let go of his tie, causing his to lean back a little, his laughing finally ceased.

“(Your name)?”

“Hm, what-”

The moment you turned your head to face him, you felt his warm lips on yours again, as they claimed them in a sweet kiss. He even turned his head slightly to the right to deepen it, causing you to smile a little, and pull away.

“Hey (Your name)?”

You glanced at him again, of course the smile not leaving your face.

“You still want to test zat theory with the awesome me?” he winked, just as your smile turned into a smirk.

As soon as he leaned down for another kiss, you blocked it with your hand.

“We can test that theory later. First you gotta' help me make dinner.”

The Prussian man groaned, before joining you into the kitchen. However, he somehow found a way to bring the whole 'bondage' question back into his mind, and began laughing again. At least, until you took a frying pan and (lightly I hope) hit him over the head.

Smiling as he rubbed the bump (that wasn't there) on his head, you placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I just pulled an Elizabeta.”
Where'd that last question come from what-?! NOT ME..READER SAID IT! *totally blames reader-chan*
(it has nothing to do with the story, but it was all I could think of so bear with me :P)

Couldn't find any for 'Prussia', so I had to use German stereotypes..sorry.. so DON'T.KILL.ME.

hehe..and I thought I wasn't gunna' be able to make another...until THIS just happened.
How can I even call this a stereotype story? x'D

anywhooo Belarus and Sweden and coming up next :iconyaybelarusplz::iconyayswedenplz:

YesyesYESYES: P.O.V was changed~~:D

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To say your friend Lovino can get easily angered was an understatement. He'd never admit he was wrong, even if the whole party knew it was his fault.

At least he was nice towards you-and usually just women in general. However as you flipped open your notepad-to reveal your list of 'questions' you were going to ask him-you couldn't help but feel that it was going to end badly.

It was tough to find the few questions you had, but it was definetly worth it. Knocking on Lovino's door, he opened it with a wide mouth like he was expecting someone he didn't like.

" is you (Name)." he mumbled, crossing his arms. "You may come in."

"Thanks." you smiled and poked his nose, not watching him blush and rub it as you walked in.

"S-so..why are you here anyway?" he asked, his arms still crossed and his foot tapping like he hadn't much time and needed to be somewhere.

"I have some things I'd like to ask you."

"Pfft. Why?" he asked, not even giving you a chance to state what 'kind' of questions.

Deciding not to bother getting into a whole different conversation, you just opened your note pad to the first question and went right to the point.

"Is it true South Italian people are lazy?"

Lovino looked a little confused, but still answered.

"Of-a course not!"

You smirked a little, and went to the next part of your question.

"Well...are they too-noisy?"

"Of-a course not!" he said again, a little more brute than before.

"Are they.." you paused to see his reaction. "Ignorant?"

Lovino looked like he was about to blow a gasket...already.

"That is very rude to say! Why did you even come here anyway?!"

You snickered, and looked right into his gleaming eyes.

"Do South Italian people complain to much?"

His face began to turn red, as he covered his face.

"No no no!"

You bit your lip, watching him have a little temper tantrum, flailing his arms like an inflatable tube man, and shaking his head.

"Awww." You cooed, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. "I'm sorry Lovi-"

"Dont-a call me that!" he shouted, pushing you away from him in emberassment.

In the fell on the couch in a fit of laughter, seeing his red face and angered expression.

"What is so funny!?" he turned his back towards you once again crossing his arms. It was like a signature pose for him!

"Your too cute Lovi~"

"Dont c-I am?" his voice completely changed, and he turned around to face you, his face just a light pink now.

"Of course! Your the cutest guy I know!" you were still laughing before your eyes widened. Realizing you had given away your secret, you covered your mouth and shut your eyes.


You felt two warm hands prying your fingers away from your mouth, and a soft pair of lips replaced them. It didn't take a second to know that he was kissing you.

Wait.....Lovino?..Kissing..?! YOU?!

Instantly pulling away, your face turned red, noticing he was actually on top of you too.


He pressed his finger to your lips and finally cracked a smile.

"Well you said I was cute!"

You giggled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

"Of course you are~"

But of course the sweet moment didn't last long, after he stood up and went back to his tsunder self again.

"But you dont-a tell that tomato bastard Antonio okay! Or that potato bastard! Or my brother! NOBODY CAN KNOW!"

You rolled your eyes and sat up, just savouring the sweet moment you had, while Lovino was still rambling on about the people that must never find out he'd gone soft for the girl.

Finally, you had enough of hearing his motor-mouth and reached for his tie, pulling his face close to yours.

"Yeah yeah I won't tell, just kiss me again."

With that, you pulled the tie down ever farther, and his lips came falling on yours in another quick kiss.

Even though you knew the moment wouldn't last long, it made it more exciting to experience..and made it something you would look forward to.
holy roman empire it's horrible :iconheaddeskplz: where'd my sence of writing go...?!

Actually I might re-do this one...'^^ so send me a note if you want it changed

but for now, picture isn't mine, nor is Lovi!~
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"(Nameee)? You paying attention?"
You blinked a few times, to look straight into the green eyes of your Spanish friend Antonio. You gave him a reasuring smile, before slumping back in your seat.
If it wasn't obvious enough, you really liked him, and there was only one way you could really get to see him often..
"Do you really want to learn Spanish (Name)?"
You looked up at Antonio and nodded.
He sighed though, not sounding very amused.
"You seem..distracted."
You felt your ears begin to heat up, at the thoughts running through your mind.
The reason for being so distracted, was because of a certain someone's behind.
That's right, once your Spanish friend turned his back towards to write on the chalkboard, your eyes focused right towards his buttoks. The rumors you heard were true, Antonio really did have a nice ass.
He never did seem like the stereotypes you found online. But, you still wanted to ask anyway.
"Okay (name) translate-"
"Can I ask you a few questions?" you asked while raising your hand in the air.
He raised an eyebrow at first, then set down the peice of chalk he had and waited for you to speak.
"Is is true Spanish people are rude and lazy?" you summed up mostly two questions on one.
Antonio on the other hand looked even less amused than before.
"Of course not (Name)!" he said, trying not to freak out over your random stereotype.
"Oh." you tried to sound unhappy. "A lot of Spanish children don't have proper education?"
"Where is this coming from?!" the Spanish man gave you an odd look, before realizing he'd jumped out of his seat, and sat back down again. "The answer is no."
“Spain is the land of fiesta?” you raised an eyebrow, checking to see his facial expression. Luckily, it changed to a normal and somewhat more delighted.
“Of course it is!” he smiled so brightly, even the sun would be put to shame.
Finally he took the seat next to you, his normal cheery self back into position.
“Anything else you'd like to ask?”
Don't say it (Name) don't say bit your lip to keep it from departing your lips.
Antonio gave you an odd look, before patting you on the back.
“It's okay (Name), can we move onto the lesson now?”
You blushed as the sudden contact, even though it was just a pat.
“Just one more..” you managed to squeak..though he hardly heard you since he was back up to the board. There it was again...his lovely arse.
“Hmm (Name) did you-”
“How do you get such a nice butt..” you mumbled softly, until your eyes widened when you realized what you said.
By that time Antonio was looking right back at you, with wide eyes too.
“Hee...hee..” you slumped down under the table and tried to crawl under it towards the door.
When you came from under the table, you looked up to see your Spanish crush looking down at you.
“I have a nice...butt?” he cocked his head. if he didn't know. you thought smirking to yourself.
When you looked up again, all you did was nodd.
With that, he grabbed your arms and pulled you up to a stand.
“(Name) you don't have to by shy.” his warm smile made you sigh with relief. “You got quite a nice bum too~”
Turning red, you felt his hands slide into your butt pockets.
Instantly, his lips pressed to yours, in one of the sweetest kisses you've ever had. (because kissing your pillow isn't soft enough) Finally parting, he lifted your chin to greet his stunning face.
“I bet it looks better without the pants on si?”
Sorry I've been dead for so long '.__. Oh well IT'S DONE!!

I hope it meets with your expectaions..

Image not mine

ADDED: I was told it's Spain's birthday today! HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPAIN :la: :cake:
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