Happy New Years! (2P!Hetalia x Readers) Shorts

Williams’ New Years

_____________ curled up next to Matthew in bed. He grinned and pulled her close. The couple decided to stay in that evening with only themselves for company. She had to admit, this year was the strangest, roughest, and most distressing year of their lives but the gained a lot and learned a lot this year. They were invited to a few parties but they decided that the best idea was just them being with their favorite person.

“The popcorn almost done, maple leaf?”

“Yeah, I already stirred it and it’ll be ready soon,” he grinned. Only she could make maple corn for him. He nuzzled her cheek lovingly. After Christmas, they dealt with the normal year end craziness, Francis needed ____________ to forge some records, Yao had her reroute a very illegal package, she tracked something for Ivan and after he bought it he needed the best transporter in the business to get it delivered for New Years Eve, and her final task was ordering and delivering plastic explosives to Alfred for something she knew was top secret and illegal but he paid in cash and full. Matthew didn’t fare any better. He had to hunt down poachers, deal with some fuckin’ hippies trying to build a compound. Then he had to finish off some errands for Francis who involved him nearly getting killed twice and beaten but alive. ____________ grabbed the popcorn and rejoined him on the couch. They were watching a movie and just relaxing.

“Long, fuckin’ year,” he groaned.

“Tell me about it,” she said, “I don’t know how we survived,”

“Luck and fuckin’ skill and having backup doesn’t hurt,”

“We had too many close calls this year,” she said remembering every encounter.

“None, I don’t wanna relive,” he hugged her close, “Especially the ones involving you. I almost lost you too many fuckin’ times and I don’t want it happening again,”

“Matt…you won’t lose me,”

“I know I won’t. Next year I’m making sure that you’re about me more and making sure you can handle the mission. You know you can say no to everyone once in awhile,”

“I know I can but…I just really want to do other things you know? I mean I love working for Ivan with finance affairs but I don’t want to be one of those 1950s housewives who does nothing all day,”

“I know maple leaf but sometimes those missions can be dangerous, just don’t hide them from me, that way I can help you out more. I’ve known those fuckers for years and I know exactly what to do if things get a little hairy. We shouldn’t keep so many secrets when we’re married,”

“Okay, okay,” he kissed her forehead. She smiled. She liked that he was protective but knew where the line crossed.

“Besides, you have to show (A/RC) the ropes,”

“I know, Britannia is preparing for the initiation isn’t she?”

“From the moment she saw Alfred risking his ass to save her,”

“Damn it,”

“I know. It was easier with you but for her…I’m actually fuckin’ worried about her,”

“You like her don’t you?”

“Well…she’s smarter than Alfred, then again the whole fuckin’ popular is but she actually makes him happy and she needs someone like him in his life so I guess it’s a fuckin’ win,”

“At least we know if Alfred breeds someone will give the child a brain,”

“Fuck yeah, we don’t need another Alfred running about, especially a kid version,” she laughed. She nuzzled his neck. He instinctively froze.

“I miss our little talks like this,”

“Me too but if you ever tell someone—,”

“I know, you’ll divorce me,”

“Nah, I’ll leave you with Monika for a week with nothing but bikini in a bar,”

“You’re so mean!” he laughed as the clock chimed for twelve. He pulled her into his lap and gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. She kissed back and then went to the fridge for two beers. He pops them open as she gets the maple. He pours it into his.

“May this year be better than the fuckin’ last,”

“Amen to that. Also, may only things we can handle come out way,”

“Fuck yeah and may all sex be Canadian,”

“You sick ass!” she laughed.

“What, basic sex is boring as hell,”

“You’re truly Francis’ son,” the clanked bottled and chugged the beers down. Then the doorbell rang, “Who can that be?”

“If it’s Al, shoot him,” she opened the door only to be grabbed and pulled into a heated kiss. She struggled as the figure shoved his tongue down her throat and then pulled her up. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she finally managed to shove the man off her. She looked up into the face of Lovi grinning.

“Happy New Year, bella!”

“W-What was that for?!”

“I always try to give my close girlfriends a special kiss on New Years! It’s my good luck charm! The cuter the better!”

“Did you have to use tongue?!”

“Italians use their tongues for everything ragazza!”  

“YOU’RE SO FUCKIN’ DEAD!” Lovino ran fast with Matthew shouting and swearing at him waving his hockey stick. ____________ sighed but couldn’t help but laugh. Well, Lovi is the first craziness of the New Year….


Jones New Years

Alfred and ______________ were having a quiet moment on the roof. It was the main reason why he chose this place to live. He had full and private access to the roof. There he could have roof parties if he wanted, BBQs, or just a place for him to have his gardening (and hiding the veggies he would steal with (M/RC)’s garden. ___________ made a delicious picnic dinner for them. He didn’t feel like going to a party tonight, he really didn’t. He’s been working extra hard the last few days. Although he enjoyed beating the ever loving shit out of people, he can get exhausted too. _____________’s been awesome. She made sure he didn’t overwork himself, covered for him while he was out, and even looked up directions for him. He thought about having her employed under Francis or Artie but he couldn’t put her into danger like that. For now, they were enjoying their New Years Eve with picnic. She made kebobs, both meat and vegan and he brought a few treats from the Bakery.

“Babe, cook for me forever, these are fuckin’ good,” she laughed.

“I’m glad, I make a few meatless meat ones for you because I know you get tired of tofu,”

“You’re so good to me,”

“Someone has to take care of you, Puddin,” he smirked.

“And here I thought our nicknames wouldn’t catch on,”

“Well, it’s better than calling you Alfie,” he cringed, “And everyone likes Harley Quinn, she’s so cute,”

“Doormat but cute,”

“I know, poor thing,” she fished into the basket and pulled out a cupcake. He watched as she savored it. Artie always topped his cupcakes with a lot of frosting. Her face was smeared with it a bit. She was about to take another bite when he took her chin in his hands. She looked up, “Al…what are you…” he slowly licked the cream off the corner of her mouth and cheeks. She blushed furiously as he moved to her lips.

“You taste so fuckin’ good…”

“T-That’s because I have frosting on my face,”

“Nah, you always taste fuckin’ good,” he kissed down her neck and bit her neck.

“Yeow! Easy!” he looked up.

“Sorry Poo, got a bit carried away,” then his cell phone alarm went off. He took it out and gasped, “Oh shit! Come on!” he got up and took her hand. He guided her to the edge of the roof. He pointed over towards the direction of her campus. He took out a Guy Fawkes mask and a conductor’s baton. The clock struck midnight. He tapped the baton on the brick wall as the Overture of 1812 started playing. Then explosions happened. She stared buildings around campus exploded. She looked at them intently. The locations weren’t the dorms or any of the buildings for classrooms. It was the sorority and fraternity houses. Each one blew sky high. He then turned his attention to a few other places around town that started exploding as well. Then fireworks went off into the sky. The fireworks shot from different places around town and the sight was a marvel to behold. He took off his mask, grinning at her mischievously. She laughed and kissed him hard.

“Happy New Year, Poo!”

“The sorority houses, Al?”

“Yep…and a few businesses that those little skanks love going into. Like it?”

“Were there people inside?”

“Nope,”

“Then yes, Alfred you’re so strange…awesome but strange,”

“Turns you on?”

“A bit,” she said blushing.

“Good! We can try out a new kink very month for a year!”

“You perv!” he laughed and pulled her into another kiss as the fireworks burst through the sky.


New Years with the Mad Young Master

__________ trudged into the house with Roderick. They had been performing holiday concerts all week long with today being the last. Tonight, they were celebrating this first year together. Roderick celebrated the only way he knew, house party, not at his place of course. They partied for hours until about ten, Roderick announced he had to take off. She drove home. He was knackered that he could barely stand up straight. She was exhausted herself as they both crashed on the couch. Roderick grinned at her.

“I’ll turn you into a party girl yet,”

“The hell you will,” she said smiling, “I don’t see you can do it all the time,”

“It’s soooo fun,” she couldn’t see it. The rock star lifestyle was grating. If it wasn’t for Andersen and her, keeping Gilbert and Roderick on track, who knew where they’d end up. Though she had to admit Roderick did care about his practices and organization and not being the complete careless asshole when he performed. While she sat on the couch, he got up and rummaged through the kitchen and took out a bottle of champagne. He filled a bucket with ice and puts it in to chill some more. He rejoins her on the couch with two champagne glasses. He was greeted with her arranging some chocolate for them. He grinned. She was awesome that way. There were assorted chocolates, peaches with whipped cream, and chocolate covered strawberries. He poured them both a glass and passed her one.

“To a year that will be just as amazing as they one,”

“Here, here,” he clanks her glass and they drink, “You have anything to add, Schätzchen?”

“No… think you covered it,” she said smiling. They drank again. She the noticed that her glass was being tilted as she drank. She looked at him, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

“Schätzchen! The very thought never crossed my mind!” she looked at him, “Well…I kind of want to see you drunk,”

“No way, I like having a clear head,”

“Lighten up! It’ll just be us in here all weekend,” she rolled her eyes.

“I’ll consider it but if you even try to take advantage of me, I’ll kill you,” he chuckled and pours another glass.

“This has been the best year of my life,” he said grinning happily at her. She wasn’t surprised, they went on tour in Europe, got their first Diamond records in both the US and UK, won the International Best Group awards, and even able to sign on smaller bands. She couldn’t even believe how good they’ve become.

“Yeah, you’ve achieved a lot in a little of no time especially off of those awards,”  

“That and I finally got the girl of my dreams,”

“About that…look I’m not complaining or anything but what’s with you when it comes to me?” she was dead serious. She had hated him for years, outright despised him, and even to the point she just wanted to punch him. Even when they were in the music school together, she hated him. He was cocky, self assured, bratty, and so annoying. When she graduated and got into college for music, she thought she was rid of him for good until she heard he was an up and coming musician and when she decided to play for symphonies and living in her apartment, he was right there in the SAME building and then he approached her. He growled and got up.

“You really don’t remember do you?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t,” she barked. He glared and went over to book on the shelf. She stared as he strode over and plopped it on her lap. She looked at it. It was a photo album that marked ‘Memories’. She looked at him.

“Open it,” she opened it. She stared. She remembered that building almost immediately. It was the only concert hall in town. She used go in there all the time. There were music programs there and every summer, she went in as a part of her extra curriculum activities as a child. Some of the best musicians in the world played at this place and she was learning his violin there at the time. She turned the page and there was a picture of her when she was about nine. She couldn’t help but was cover her face. She had ponytails, looked so awkward but in that adorable way. Then she saw another picture. A boy who at the time was shorter than her with dark hair, a semi cocky expression, an adorable little mole on his face, and large thick glasses filled the page on the other side of the book. She immediately recognized the little boy. She covered her mouth in disbelief. It wouldn’t be…Roderick smirked, “Remember now, Schätzchen?”

“How can I not? My god…you changed a lot!”

“Awkward phase but you remember that day, right?” she nodded.

Collette Academy was the academy of any child or young musician to get into if they wanted a career in the music field. It was an extremely difficult school and program to get into but also very cutthroat. Parents would tell their children’s about another student’s weaknesses to mess with them and even some kidnappings so children could miss their deadline. __________, however, always kept herself distanced from the other students and often found herself alone, not that she minded. However, one of her favorite things to do was sneak into the theater’s storage area where there was a direct view of the stage and where the lights and sounds were to practice or watch a performance. On this particular day, she was greeted to soft sobbing. She was surprised, no one really came up here, the pigeons proved that. She followed the sound and found a boy sitting there. He had his glasses off and his head buried in his hands while he sobbed.

”Hi!” he looked up. The little girl from his rival school was grinning at him. She had big (e/c) eyes and her (h/c) hair was in two cute ponytails, “Why are you crying?” he wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here, let alone see him cry. In reality, he was miserable. He was a prodigy. He could play by sound and memory but when it came to him actually reading sheet music, he was hopeless. So much that a parent caught wind and told the teachers, now he was under review to see if he could handle the academy. He didn’t want to lose his only chance because of that. He had no reason to lie to the girl.

“I-I…I can’t read music. It’s so hard!”

“Is that all? I can teach you!”

“Really?” she nodded.

“Though, it depends on the instrument. What do you play?” he passes her over his guitar, “I also need to do piano too…”

“Okay! Now let’s go over scales and the names of notes first…”

“O-Okay!” For weeks they met in secret. She brought sheet music from all types of genres for him to practice. They clapped to notes, play tunes, played melodies, and had a blast doing it. She would bring in chalkboards and scolded him if he didn’t practice. Soon, he was reading music like a pro. The final day before their big performances, he asked a question.

“Why did you help me? We’re both on the different side and yet you’re helping me. We’re both trying to get into the academy. Why?”

“I’ve heard you play! You can play beautifully! And I know the Academy would help you out more with your talent. I don’t want to be rivals with you! I want to be your friend!” he reddened.

“I want to be your friend too,” she grinned at him and took out her pinkie.

“Let’s make a promise that when we get into the academy, we’ll be friends!” he grinned and latched his pinkie onto hers.

“Promise!”

“Ever since then, I wanted to be with the frau of my dreams,” he said grinning. She just continued to look at the picture. Roderick looked so different now. When she met him all those years ago, he was a gawky little thing and looked so scared, “And if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t been able to get into the Academy like you did and well yeah,”

“You were so cute back then!” Roderick cringed.

“I wasn’t! I was in my awkward phase! I looked hideous!”

“Not to me! I thought you were the cutest little thing! And when I couldn’t find you in the Academy…I was really sad. I thought something terrible happened to you,”

“I tried getting your attention!” she glared at him. Attention back then was tripping her, being a jerk, and even stealing a kiss and that was when he got his first bloody nose from her, “Okay, bad example but I…was…a bit…umm…nervous about meeting you again,”

“The great Roderick Edelstein was scared?”

“Not scared! You can be fuckin’ intimidating sometimes!” she laughed, “And I was being a idiot boy back then that I think I achieved in making you hate me more that loving but then again, I was happy because you didn’t throw your ovaries at me like other women did,”

“True, you were so full of yourself back then, then again you still are!”

“I got better!” he pulled her into his chest and smirked, “Just know that I’ve always found you to be alluring and talented,”

“Roderick…” then the clock started chiming. It was officially midnight. He pulled her into a kiss. She kissed back. She went to pull away but he hatched on. He kissed down her neck as he hands roamed her blouse.

“How about we have our first fuck of the new year?”

“You Austrian ass,” he chuckled darkly.

“It’s not like you have a choice my dear ____________,”

“The hell I don’t. I can be frigid this year—oh!”

“What was that? I couldn’t quite catch that,” he knew her special spot was on her neck and the right tweaking could make her putty in his hands, “Heh, you look so fuckin’ adorable when you’re turned on—fuck…”

“What was that last bit Roderick? I can’t hear you?” two could play that game. She was gently rubbing his neck down to his chest, his absolute turn on. He pulled back and looked into her eyes. She stared. He was so handsome. She a few moments, she saw that gawky little boy from all those years ago. He gently stroked her cheek.

“Let’s stop teasing each and do this like we should, Liebe,”

“Of course love,” she said smiling as he pulled her on top of him.


Braginski New Year

“Come on Ivan! We’re almost there!” Ivan looked at ____________. She decided that it was time for him to get out of his manor instead being holed up for most of winter. He never minded the cold and he was used to snow but she loved it. She would watch her for hours walking in it, savoring it, having snowball fights with the Trio, and as usual trying to get him to enjoy it. Tonight, however, she insisted that he come with her to a specific place in his gardens. He was a bit sad. His sunflowers were dormant for winter. But he took delight in her wearing a sunflower print skirt with black leggings so he could see sunflowers in the cold. It’s been a full year since she came to live with him. He had to admit, he loved having her around. When she wanted to leave for a few days to visit her father for Christmas, he was depressed. He wanted to bring her home as soon as she left. He didn’t have her to hug while he slept. She invited him over, stating it was no trouble but he couldn’t. He doesn’t fit well in normal society. When her three days were up, she came back. She was proud that he didn’t try and follow her. Though, he didn’t tell her that he had a few of his associates about to make sure she went everywhere safely. If one hair was harmed on her head, they would all be killed. They did an excellent job. She took him to the bench in his garden. There they could see open sky, the stars, and the stillness all around them.

“What’s this all about?” she looked at her watch.

“We have fifteen minutes to go!” he was never much of a talker but she slowly started to change that. They sat side by side in silence for a few moments.

“Do you ever miss home, Ivan?”

“I am home,”

“I mean Russia,”

“Da but I have sunflowers here so I don’t miss it much,”

“Oh…but don’t you miss your sisters?” he smiled a bit.

“A bit but taking care of my nephews here keeps the pain away they remind me so much of them,” he paused for a few moments, “How was your visit with your Papa?”

“Fun! It was good seeing him again. I thought he wouldn’t be okay after mom’s….accident but he seems happier and better than he’s ever been. He’s been going out with friends more and not having to worry about me or money,”

“Good,”

“You didn’t spend Christmas alone…did you?”

“Well, for Russians, Christmas is January 7th but Dmitri and Nikolai came by for a little while but I just just waiting for you to come back,”

“Ivaaaan! You could have come!” he pats her shoulder. She winced. His love taps really hurt sometimes.

“As long as you’re here on the seventh, I’ll live,” she pecked his cheek. He felt his cheeks get hot. He liked her kisses. Suddenly there was a loud bang. He instinctively grabbed her and shielded her from whatever attack that was about to unfold. Then he heard another, and then he saw lights and explosions. The fireworks started shooting more. He was a bit startled but realized her surprise and lets her go. She coughed. She was holding her tightly. He watched them burst into many different colors and shapes. He stared at them in silent awe. He felt her warm hand in his. He turned and was greeted with a kiss.

“Happy New Year, Ivan,” He growled and pulled her closer and into a near bone crushing hug. She moaned into the kiss as he pulled away. He pulled her closer as they finished watching the fireworks. Soon they were over. They walked back home. She shivered a bit. She didn’t know how cold it was going to be as the night went on.

“Cold?” she nodded. He took off his scarf and wrapped it around his neck. She stared. She never seen him actually give his scarf to someone willingly, “Come on, I’m tired,”

“Coming!” inside their bedroom, __________ got dressed and neatly folded Ivan’s scarf and placed it over on his chair. He was freshening up in the bathroom. She pulled the blankets away to crawl into bed. That was when she saw it. A neatly wrapped white box with a blue bow was staring back at her. She stared and it and opened it. Inside was a pair disc shaped rose gold earrings are completely covered with very fine cobalt blue guilloche enamel. The borders are painted in gold with stylized scrolling foliage and six flowers with silver petals. Her hands shook, they were beautiful, absolutely stunning.

“Like them?” she nodded then she gave them back.

“I-I can’t take these! They’re beautiful but they must have cost a fortune!”

“Not to me. They’re yours moi podsolnechnik,” she smiled and went into her closet. He looked up. She took out a box and gives it to him.

“Now I feel kind of awful about my present. It’s nothing much but…” he opened it, revealing a black ushanka, “It’s been cold lately and I saw that yours have been worn out and I just thought it would be awesome because well it looks warm!”

“I love it,” he said grinning.

“Really?”

“Da, I’ll wear it tomorrow when we go out to (favorite place),”

“You don’t have to work?”

“Niet,” she smiled and hugged him tightly. He hugged back. She then started to flail a bit.

“Ivan, can’t breathe!”

“A bit more longer…”