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A/N: I don't own Hetalia. Ok, since this is Japan we're talkin' 'bout, he ain't gonna be that romantic *cough* sexy *cough*. Sorry! :") And just imagine that Japan is talking with his accent! I don't really feel like goin' through the trouble and makin' sure I did his accent right, so…


You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"I…got chopsticks." You tell the American, a little confused. Who were the chopsticks for? You thought instantly of Japan, but he didn't seem like the type to play this kind of game. You sat in the closet and waited for a few minutes until the door opened to reveal a very nervous Kiku Honda.

"Err, konnichiwa (y/n)-san." He greeted you shyly with a small blush on his face. You almost squealed because he was so cute!

"Hi Japan," you reply, "So…why did you agree to play Seven Minutes in Heaven? You don't seem like the type of person to want to get stuck in the closet with someone!"

"Well, America-san kind of forced me to play…" he trailed off.

You laughed, "Really? Me too! So, if you had to end up with someone, who would it be?" You were dying to know! Cause, what if he wanted someone else? Then you'd be stuck in here doing nothing. That would suck!

Kiku's face turned deep red as he stuttered, "Um…I-I was hoping t-to be in here w-with you, (y/n)-san." You stared at him in shock. 'Aww! That had to be the sweetest thing I've ever heard!' you thought giddily to yourself. You let out a small squeal as you glomped Japan.

"Aww, you are the sweetest guy ever! That's why I love you." You say as you burry your face in his chest.

"Umm…err, I-" Japan was interrupted by Alfred opening the closet door and taking a picture.

"Dang, who would've thought old Kiku would get him a girl." He whistled as he ran out to show the picture. You blushed tremendously, and so did Kiku.

"Well, would you like to go out with me, (y/n)?" Japan smiled slightly at you.

"You bet!" you respond as you jump up to hug him again.

A/N: Yes I know, very fluffy. XD Hope you liked it!
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia or you cause that would be slavery and I'm against that. XD

Maple Leaf

You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"I got a maple leaf." you tell America. It was obvious who you'd be with for Seven Minutes in Heaven. You had been developing a small crush on Canada, and you hoped that he would like you back. Seven Minutes in Heaven was definitely a good idea. America then led you to the closet.

"Have fun!" he said before shoving you in there and slamming the door.

'Well that was kind of rude.' you thought to yourself as you dusted off your (f/c) dress and waited patiently for Canada to come. Right on cue, the door busted open, and Canada was shoved in. He stumbled and lost his balance, falling right on you.

"O-oh, (y/n)! S-s-sorry, I d-didn't mean to f-fall on you." he stammered, blushing a dark red.

"Erm, um, its ok." you say. He quickly got up off of you (much to your disappointment) and edged away from you a bit.

"S-so, d-do you like to p-play Seven Minutes in Heaven?" Canada asked.

"I guess, I mean I don't really care." You shrugged.

"W-well, I don't r-r-really like to play this g-game, but I t-told America t-that I would play if…"

"If what?" you questioned. You wanted, no, needed to know if he was hoping to end up with someone else or not. Your stomach dropped at the thought.

He looked into your (e/c) orbs with his purple ones and replied, "If I got to spend time with you, (y/n)"

You felt your face heat up, despite yourself. It heated up even more when Canada leaned in to kiss you softly on the lips. Your brain finally kicked in, and you deepened the kiss. Then you heard the door fling open and saw a bright flash that blinded you and Canada. You both blushed a new shade of red when you saw that America had taken a picture.

"Aww, Canadia finally has a girlfriend!" he smirked triumphantly as he took off with the picture.

"Alfred F. Jones, you get back here this instant!" you yell after him.

You were about to run off after him when you heard Canada say, "Um, (y/n)…w-would you g-g-go out with m-me?"

"Duh, of course! I've been wanting to go out with you for forever!" you smiled as you hugged him. Then you leaned up to kiss him, which caused him to blush again.

A/N: Aww, wasn't that so sweet? Wait till I get to France. It's probably not going to be pretty…
Ok, so Canada's is fluffy, but they get better as you go through the characters. ;)
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A/N: FYI incase you didn't get the memo, I don't own Hetalia. Hope you like Germany!


You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"It's…wurst." You tell America. He flashes you a grin and leads you into the closet where you will wait for your person to show. You had a pretty good guess that it was Germany that was suppose to come in. How America was going to get him in here, you didn't know.

Just then you heard a voice outside the door yell, "Ze hell are you doing? Let go of me zis instant!" The door suddenly opened and Germany was thrown in by a lot of the guy countries.

"Verdammt, (Dammit)" He muttered as he got up and dusted himself off. He looked around until his blue eyes met your (e/c) ones and blushed a little. "Oh, err, hello, (y/n)"

"Hey." You say shyly. You had a crush on the German man for some time, just never had the guts to tell him. Both of you sat in silence for a moment. "Um, Germany…there's something I've wanted to tell you for a while…" You began to say. Suddenly, you were cut off by a pair of warm lips. After a minute of hesitation, you began to passionately kiss him back. You felt his tongue press against your lips, asking for entrance. This made you gasp a little, giving him the chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. He explored a little, making you moan softly. But before you could continue, the closet door was flung open by none other than America. Then you saw a flash of light and knew he took a picture of you…kissing Germany.

"Verdammt, du dummer Amerikaner!" (Damn you, you stupid American!)" Germany yelled as he rushed to snatch the camera from America. Unfortunately, America was too fast and disappeared into the crowd.

"Well, want to continue this at my house?" you asked Germany.

"J-Ja, (y/n)" He replied with a small smile and a deep blush. The two of you went to your house and…well; let's just say you had a lot of fun.

A/N: LOL! I felt so weird writin' that! Hope it lives up to your fantasies! By the way, here are bunches o' tissues for your nosebleeds. :D I know it's a little short, but I don't have time to be really elaborate cause of exams. :/
heh heh~
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A/N: Don't own Hetalia. Wish I did. Hope y'all enjoy this! I'm not a lovey-dovey type of person, but really all I write is romance…weird. A lot of people think I'm crazy and heartless at my school…oh well. I try not to let it get to me that much.


You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"Cool. I got a burger." You tell America. It was easy to tell by his expression that you picked him. Not that it wasn't obvious anyway. He suddenly lifted you up bridal style and carried you into the closet.

"Put. Me. Down!" you ordered as he closed the door of the closet, leaving you in his arms in the dark.

"Aw, why would I do that? I love you too much, (y/n)!" he chuckled as he kissed your neck.

"S-stop it, A-Al." you stutter with your face blushing with embarrassment. Thankfully, he put you down, but only to start kissing you passionately. 'Well, he's a little forward.' You thought to yourself as you eagerly kissed him back. Then you get a brilliant idea and start unbuttoning his shirt. This causes him to groan and semi-shove you into the wall. His kisses then trail down your neck and stops at your soft spot. To your pleasure, he starts sucking there, making you moan loudly. You happen to notice that the bulge in his pants was getting bigger. Much to your disappointment, France flung the door open and quickly took a picture. He laughed as he saw you pinned up against the wall with a hickie on your neck.

"Dude, get out of here." Alfred grumbled as he walked over to France, pushed him out the closet door, and slammed the door behind him. He then gave me a mischievous grin as he locked the door.

"Now," he said huskily to you, "where were we, (y/n)?" Then you picked up where you two left off before Francis interrupted.

A/N: Yeah For realz I got a total major nosebleed right now. :D Hope you did too! Thumbs up for America! Sorry if this is a little short though. :/
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Pure awesomeness, delivered by Prussia~ ;)

*edit* I DO NOT OWN THE PIC USED FOR THIS POSTER!!!! I'm not sure who it belongs to, so claim it!


*another edit* When I say "Everyone will get a nosebleed", I DON'T ACTUALLY LITERALLY MEAN FUCKING EVERYONE! IT'S MEANT AS AN EXAGGERATION ON HOW SEXY THESE GUYS ARE! :icononionsighplz: Thank you.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. If I did I would be a billionaire.

A/N: my first seven minutes in heaven deal, so if it's not "steamy" enough for you…sorry, but I still don't feel comfy bout writin' *cough*sex*cough* scenes. But I will try!

Seven Minutes in Heaven: Intro

You sighed heavily. Why on earth did you let yourself be dragged to one of America's outrageous parties…again? The last one was bad enough when the police showed up (thank the Bad Touch Trio for that).  You rolled your (e/c) eyes thinking about how much of a disaster it was. But here you were, walking up to America's doorstep, already hearing music blaring and people yelling and screaming. You were about to knock on the door when it flung open to reveal none other than America himself.

"Dude, (y/n), you actually showed up!" America yelled over the loud music.

"Well, you kind of pushed me to come…" you mumbled.


"Never mind." God, he was so oblivious sometimes. You sighed again as you walked in to observe the party. It looked a lot like the last one. England already looked drunk and was probably about to pass out or start stripping. France was groping anyone he saw, man or woman. You made a mental note to not go near him. Prussia was irritating the crap out of Germany by saying that he was more "awesome" than him. Then there was Romano strangling Italy over something. Everyone else was minding their own business.

"So what are we going to do, just dance all night?" You asked the American.

"Nope," he grinned, "We are going to play Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

This was going to be fun. You get stuck in a closet with some hot guy? That is heaven!

"Here, (y/n), draw an item from this hat!" America shouted excitedly.

You eagerly put your hand into the hat…

OK! Now you get to choose which item you draw! :D
1. Maple Leaf
2. Wurst
3. Burger
4. Panda
5. Pasta
6. Matador cape
7. Chopsticks
8. Vodka
9. Rose
10. Tomato
11. Scone

A/N: Hope you choose the right one! They're pretty easy to guess! XD
ok, I'll put the links here once I upload them all!

Maple Leaf:
Matador cape:


Hong Kong: In progress
Scotland: in progress
Ireland: in progress
Denmark: in progress
Greece: in progress
Switzerland: in progress
Romania: in progress
Norway: in progress
Lithuania: In progress
Poland: in progress
Rest of the Nordics: in progress
Austria: in progress
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A/N: I don't really see China as the romantic type, so don't flame if it's not as good as the others.


You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"Aww, I got a toy panda!" you practically squeal with delight. America gives you a small smile and leads you into the closet and closes the door behind you. You sigh and push your (h/c) hair out of your eyes as you wait for your crush to show. You blush at the thought of what you and Wang Yao might do in here. The door flinging open interrupted your daydreams. Yao was pushed in by Alfred kind of roughly, making Yao fall on the floor.

"You have seven minutes! Spend it wisely." Alfred chuckled.

"Aiyah! You stupid American, be careful next time!" he yells at him before the door closes, leaving you two in darkness.

"Umm…Yao, where are you? I can't see you." You say quietly. Secretly you had a fear of the dark because you couldn't see anything. You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt a pair of strong arms surround you.

"It's okay, (y/n)-aru. It's just me." Yao whispers in your ear as he strokes your (h/c) hair comfortingly. "I'm here; it's all going to be all right."

"Thank God," you breathed, "for a second there I thought Francis snuck in here." You then put your arms around his neck and snuggle up to his chest. From what you could see in the dark, the Asian man blushed a dark red.

"(y/n), I…I have something to tell you," he began. Your heart skipped several beats, hoping that he was going to say what you thought he was going to say. "I…I love you-aru." Yao takes your chin in his hand and turns your head to face him. You almost died from happiness when your lips met. 'This is by far the best day of my life.' You think gleefully to yourself as you deepen the kiss.


You and China both were blinded by a flash of light from the camera Alfred was holding. Cackling, he took off before China could take the camera away from him.

"Err, I'm sorry you have to be embarrassed like this." Yao murmured.

"It's fine," you laugh, "as long as I'm still with you, I'm just fine."

A/N: Very…I don't know…cutesy? Fluffy? But whatever though, as long as it keeps y'all happy. :D
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A/N: Hey guys! OMG I just love Romano~ XD This was fun to write, but so were the others. Hope y'all like it….


You eagerly put you hand in the hat and pulled out something.

"I got…..a tomato!" You tell America. It could only be two people: Spain, and the Italian you had a huge crush on, Romano. America let you to the closet and shoved you in there.

"Well…good luck (y/n)!" he said as he slammed the door, leaving you to wait for Romano. Finally after what seemed like ages (but really was only like five seconds) you heard a lot of cussing from the other side of the closet door. America opened the door and dragged Romano in to the closet and closed the door before Romano had the chance to yell at him.

"Stupid bastardo(do I really have to give you a translation for this one?)…" he grumbled as he sat down on the closet floor.

"So…w-what do we d-do now?" you stutter.

"Err, um….there-a is…something I need-a to tell you, (y/n)."

You held your breath. Was he about to say he loved you? You sure hoped so! But that kind of fairy tale ending stuff only happens in fanfictions…right?

Romano took a deep breath, "I….like-a you…(y/n). Um…Ti amo(I love you in Italian)."

You gasped a little.'No way is this actually freaking happening!?!' you thought to yourself. You became even more shocked when Romano leaned forward and gave you a soft kiss on the lips. Best first kiss ever. The kiss soon became more and more passionate, and you loved every minute of it. You then felt Romano's tongue ask for entrance, which you gladly allow, but you refused to let him have dominance easily. While you were running your hands through his hair, you accidentally touched his curl, making him suddenly freeze.

"Ch-chigi…(A/N:I have no idea what that means I've seen other people do it so…)" he moaned as he pushed you up against the wall. He then began to take off your (f/c) dress. 'Why haven't I pulled that curl sooner?' you ask yourself as you take off Romano's shirt. To your surprise (and delight), Romano's got a nicely toned chest. It's also very tan too, which makes it even more sexy.


"Accidenti a te America! Prendi il cazzo fuori di qui bastardo stupido! (Damn you America! Get the fuck out of here you stupid bastard!)" Romano yelled as he got up and slammed the door in Alfred's face. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"So, ragazza (girl)," he started, "Umm….would you like to go out with me sometime?"

"No," you saw his face fall before you added, "I would love to Lovino."

A/N: Aww fluffy ending! :3
:3 Finally done~ ONly one more to go and then I'll take requests on who to do next! FYI I know the preview pic is really Italy but I couldn't find a good Romano pic. :iconsexyromanoplz:
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You gotta hate those manboobs. XDDD lolz
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((A/N: Damn, I barely made the deadline on this one! DX I need to speed up my writing skills…))

~~~POV Arthur~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Arthur sighed as he watched you have fun with some of your friends. You were perfect in his eyes, with your (h/l)(h/c) hair that looked very soft, your (s/c) complexion which seemed to glow in the sun, and last but not least, your beautiful (e/c) eyes that always sparkled with happiness. Once again he sighed. He wished so badly to ask you out, but he just didn't have the guts to do so. You probably wouldn't like him that way anyway. You'd most likely go after someone like Alfred or Francis, heck, maybe even Ivan! The saddest part was, tomorrow was Valentines Day. If Arthur didn't ask you out now, you would most likely get asked out by someone else.

“Ohhonhonhon~ Who are you staring at, Arthur?” A French voice asked him, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Arthur turned to the annoying Frenchman, “I’m not staring at anybody, you bloody frog!”
Despite his answer, Francis knew he was hiding something.

He looked in the general direction that Arthur had just been staring and saw you with your buddies, “Oh,” he smirked, “Are you by any chance thinking of finding a amant (That’s lover in French I think) for Valentine’s Day?”

This caused the Brit to blush a bit before protesting, “N-No, unlike you I am not a pervert!”

His reaction caused Francis to chuckle a little bit. He looked back over to your group, ’Ohhonhonhon~ I know a way to worm the truth out of the black sheep.’ He thought mischievously to himself.

“Hmmm, that girl over there with the (h/l) (h/c) hair over there looks so beautiful, I just may have to take her all for myself~”

As soon as Francis mentioned you, Arthur’s face turned into rage, “You better not mess with her, you bloody jackass! I swear-“

The Frenchman interrupted his raging with laughter, “I knew you wanted someone! The King of Amour (love in French) can always tell~”

“W-Why you stupid git! L-Leave me alone, I’m tired of hearing your voice already.”

Instead of leaving, Francis sat down next to Arthur, “Oh come on, ami (French for friend…..maybe?), let me help you with your love life. Listen to me and you will have the women in no time!”

Arthur sighed, should he really trust Francis to help him ask (y/n) out, or should he just try to figure how to ask you by himself? ’Why is love so difficult?’ He thought to himself.

~~~POV Reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were just hanging out with your friends when you heard a bit if a commotion. You turned your head to see Francis and Arthur having some kind if argument. Truth be told, you had a crush on Arthur. You loved everything about him, from his untidy blonde hair, to his shining green eyes. Heck, you even liked his oversized eyebrows! Everything about him was perfect in your eyes.

You get snapped out of your daydreams of Arthur when you hear said Brit yelling at Francis, "You better not mess with her, you bloody jackass! I swear-" He got cut off by the Frenchman's laughter. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't hear the rest of their conversation.

’Wait….is Arthur interested in some other girl?’ you think worriedly to yourself. It pained you just to think of that horrible possibility.

Sighing to yourself, you make your way to class, mumbling, “There’s no way someone like him would even glance my way…”

~~~~~le major time skip brought to you by me and some fellow Texans~~~~~

~~~POV Arthur~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After school, Arthur had (stupidly) decided to meet the Frenchman so that he could teach him how to ask (y/n) out.

’I must be a bloody git for agreeing to this…’ he thought angrily to himself as he knocked on Francis’s door.

In a few seconds, the door was flung open, “Ah, you really did come Angleterre~ (England in French)” Francis said, smirking.

Arthur huffed and walked into his home, “This ‘lesson’ better be worth while, Frog.”

“Ohhonhonhon~ Trust me, you’ll be catching girls’ eyes in no time at all!” he chirped as he led Arthur into his living room. “Now, we are going to start with practicing how you will flirt with someone.”

The Brit blushed a bit, “Err, t-that’s not r-really gentleman like…”

Francis ignored him, and continued with his instruction, “So, let’s say a belle fille (beautiful girl) came your way, what would you say to her?”

Arthur sweatdropped a bit, “Um, I suppose I would say hello. There’s not really anything I could say.”

The Frenchman facepalmed, “Mon Dieu, tu es totalement désemparés dans les relations d'amour...” (My God, you are totally clueless in the dealings of love…) Shaking his head, he replies in English, “No no no, try giving her a compliment. It’s a good way to charm women~”

“Erm…I-I like your hair today miss…?” he said uncertainty

“Non! Say something like…Your breasts look fabulous with that dress you’re wearing~”

Arthur glared at him, “I will not say something as perverted as that, you twit! Unlike you I actually have morals.”

Francis frowned, “Well, then why don’t you come up with something better to say then?”

“…Fine, just give me something less perverted to say….”

“How about…Your lips make me want to kiss you for all eternity~”

“T-That’s a b-bit forward, don’t you think?” Arthur stuttered

Sighing, Francis says, “You’re going to have to step out of our comfort zone if you want to get this (y/n) to be your Valentine!”

’Well…I love (y/n) enough to go through with this…’ Arthur thinks before replying, “A-Alright, tell me what to do.”

~~~~~Le time skip from the awesome Prussia!~~~~~

~~~POV Reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were just sitting at home, dreading the coming of tomorrow, as other “Forever Alones” were doing as well. Sighing, you ran your fingers through your (h/l)(h/c) hair, thinking to yourself, ’I really wish that Arthur had asked me to be his Valentine…but he’s probably off going to ask some other prettier girl. No one will ever want me, anyway.’ Right then you heard the doorbell ring. Curious to see who it was, you ran down the stairs and opened the door, revealing none other than the British gentleman you had fallen so hard for.

Blushing, you greet him nervously, “O-Oh, h-hello Arthur…” ’Damn me for stuttering so much!’

To your surprise, he seemed to be just as nervous as you, “Erm, g-good evening, (y-y/n)…”

You stood there, waiting for Arthur to tell you why he was there…


Since Arthur turned out to be one of the worst flirts of all time, Francis gave him an old ear radio (Y’know, those ones that you see in spy movies?) so he could feed him the lines he needed to say.

“Ok, now tell her, ‘Excuse me, if I go straight this way, will I be able to reach your heart?’”

Arthur sighs a bit, then says to you, “E-Excuse me, if I go s-straight this way, w-will I be able to reach y-your heart?”

He looks up to see you giving him an “are-you-fucking-crazy?” look with your gorgeous (e/c) eyes, and stutters, “Umm….err, t-that’s not what I meant….uh…”

“Merde (shit), try saying, ‘I must be in Heaven, because I’m looking at an angel!’”

The Brit nervously scratches the back of his head, “I-I must be in H-Heaven, because I’m looking at a-an angel…”

After an antagonizing moment of silence for Arthur, you finally reply, “Arthur…are you drunk?”

He blushes madly, “N-No! Of c-course not! I…”

“Try saying: ‘I’m not drunk, I’m just intoxicated by you’” By this time the Frenchman was worried that Arthur would mess up horribly.

“I-I’m not drunk (y/n),” Arthur says, trying to calm his nerves, “I’m just intoxicated by you.”

~~~POV Reader~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

By this time, you were really starting to wonder what the hell was wrong with Arthur. ’It’s like he’s on drugs or something…’

“Look, Arthur,” you begin to say, “You should probably start heading home-“

Arthur then begins to mutter curses under his breath, saying something along the line of “that damn Frog”. He looks up at you with his emerald eyes and says, “Screw it, I’m just going to show you how I feel.” And with that, he kisses you, tangling one hand in your (h/c) hair, and putting the other at the small of your back. Even though you’ve never been kissed before, there was no way there could ever be kisses better than this one. Arthur’s lips were so soft and gentle, and faintly tasted of the tea he always drank.

After a while, the both of you had to break the kiss for air, “W-Wow…you really….like me?” you ask

He smiles, ‘Of course, love. I’ve liked you for a while now. I’ve just had trouble working up the bravery to say it to your face.”

You giggle a bit, “So what was up with all of those silly pick up lines?”

“…I asked Francis for advice…lets just leave it at that…”

Off in the bushes, you both hear a French accent cheer, “Onhonhonhonhon~ The King of Amour always prevails!”

“Shut up you damn frog!”
It was so much fun looking up pick up lines for this. XDDD So yeah this is for a contest, and I hope you all enjoy it. I'm not very confident about this one.....

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