Hetalia: Enemy! England x Country! Reader

Hetalia Enemy! England x Country! Reader: Love is War





      You put on the military uniform of your country, a pure white long sleeve shirt with black trousers. Then you put on a midnight blue long overcoat to complete the uniform. Not as fancy as France's, but definitely comfortable.  Straightening your tie nervously, you tried to give yourself a confident smile, telling yourself everything was going to be alright, but you had failed.

      Of course you were nervous. Your country was going on a battle with England today.

      England, also known as the empire on which the sun never sets. How could you defeat such a strong nation? Your small country was completely hopeless.

      You were the personification of the country, (c/n), which was a small but beautiful island located in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. Unlike its relatively small size, it had quite a strong military power which you were pretty proud of. The navy of your country was also known for its good discipline. However what you were proud of didn't seem to be strong enough to defeat England.

      You had no idea why England had started attacking passenger ships of your country since last year. Your confused heart was full of questions. Why would the blonde man ever lay an eye on your little country? Why bother wasting power and man force attacking you? (c/n) wasn't a country that was full of raw materials and resources that England would like to gain possession of for its industries.

      "Alright, just be confident, (y/n). You can defeat that jerk England. Just trust yourself," you took a step back and forced yourself to squeeze out a smile.

       No, that was completely useless. You didn't feel any better but it was time to face the British army, so you picked up your rifle and marched out of your mansion.






      You stood firm and proud before your army, the fingertips of your hand caressed the trigger of the rifle that you were carrying. From the eyes of your soldiers, you looked fearless to face the British army but in fact you weren't. You were afraid. Afraid to cause deaths of your dear people. It wouldn't matter if you alone were enslaved by England but it would matter if the British enslaved your people. They were just like your family.

       Scanning the British army that was facing you, you noticed that they were moving from the centre, forming a path like Moses separating the red sea.

       England walked through that path. His beautiful emerald green orbs locked with your (e/c)'s.

       You felt mesmerized by his gorgeous eyes and fell in love with the pool of green...but no, you told yourself, no matter how handsome was he, he was still your enemy.

       "Hello love, " he took off his hat and kissed the back of your hand gently. You blushed at this sudden gentlemanly behavior and decided this was just a trick that England decided to use to keep you confused.

        You pulled away and stared at him, fingers lingered your rifle again.

        He chuckled.

        "Love, you don't need to be so defensive," he smiled mysteriously; "I just want to have a good talk with you."

        You were kind of shock with what England had said. He wanted a negotiation with you.






        "Tea?" you asked the blonde man sitting comfortably on your sofa and pulled out the can of tea leaves you received from China. He nodded and leaned on your fluffy rabbit cushion as he stared at you with a tint of mischievous in his (sexy) green orbs.

       He watched you gracefully poured the cups with boiling hot water and soaked the tea leaves, your hips swaying seductively as you move. England's lips curled.

       You set cup of tea and the plate of tea biscuits before him. He picked up his cup of tea and sniffed, raising his unreasonably thick brow when he saw there wasn't any milk in the cup of tea.

      "I only have Chinese tea, so sorry for not adding milk." you shrugged and apologized without remorse. England took a quick slip of the cup of tea and reached out for the tea biscuits not showing any emotions or comments about both your tea and your words.

     "You should learn how to make scones, love," he toyed with the biscuits before putting them in his mouth and commented. You shuddered at the sight of England teaching you making scones, as you remembered clearly what France had said about his food.  

     “It tastes like hell. Seychelles was food poisoned after she had eaten England‘s scones for the first time and she was too sick to leave her bed for almost a week. Oh how I cried for mon amour as I heard her being poisoned by England,“ France dramatically bit his handkerchief as he said, clenching his left chest as if he was suffering from a heart attack.

     You shook your head to remove the horrible image of England's scones and took a gulp of tea. Both of you hadn't talked for a while. Then you spoke up to break the silence.

      "What exactly do you want, England?"

      He put down the cup of tea and raised his thick caterpillar like eyebrow again, staring at you interestedly as if you came from the outer space. You felt scared to be stared by such a powerful nation but you took a deep breath and tried to be brave. You knew exactly what would happen when you lost to England.

      "You attacked my ships and declared war on me and then you wanted to negotiate when I was ready for war?" You continued.

      He looked irritated, probably not thinking you would suddenly change to such an aggressive person in matter of seconds. Probably also because no country dared to offend him, the great and all mighty British Empire, and you were the first to do so.

      "And why would you be interested in my country? I mean...it is just small and plain and..." Your eyes widened as he pressed his index finger onto your soft lips. He bent forward, the distance between you two immediately shortened. You can smell perfectly well the sweet tea scent on his suit.

      "Hush, (c/n), "England smiled as he saw you blushed, " First of all, I didn't attack you ships nor declare war on you. That was my superior¡' s idea to launch an attack on your precious little island. Secondly, I had never wanted to start a war on you and after some threatening...­I mean discussion, my superior finally agreed not to start a war between our countries. "

      "So ­you want me to sign an armistice or something like that with you? " you frowned.

      "Well we haven't started a war yet so it is not an armistice but you got what I mean, " he raised the cup gracefully, getting another slip of tea.

      "What conditions does the agreement contain? By signing the agreement, do I have to cede some part of my land? Or do I have to pay a large amount of compensation? Or worse, you would turn my island into your colony?"

      He didn't say a word for a couple of minutes. You were both scared and excited. Scared to accept terms given by England but excited for not starting a war with him.  

      "I would like to consider your proposal of turning you into my colony if you like," a ghost of a smile escaped his lips as he saw your face immediately became pale, "No, don't be so afraid. I was just kidding just now."

       His fingertips brushed along your cheeks and you felt heat rising on your face. You had no idea England would act like such a pervert and you thought he was always a gentleman. Your heart beat quickened as he bent down, kissing one of your rosy cheeks gently. You also noticed that his face flushed as well.

       "What the..."your sentence was cut off when England's lips came crashing on yours, his arms wrapped around your waist. You clenched your fists into a ball and hit his chest but the blonde man would not budge and continued to kiss you. He stroked your (h/l) (h/c) as he deepened the kiss. Panting in the lack of oxygen, you had given up hitting his chest. That was useless. He just wouldn't let you go.

       "(name),­I love you... " You widened your eyes at his sudden confession. He blushed deeper and looked away, his face now as red as Spain's beloved tomatoes. Muttering something that sounded like "stupid git stop staring at me", he covered his face with his hands. You let out a small chuckle, noting that what Japan had said about England's  personality was absolutely correct.

       "Tsundere."

       "What did you say? Ugh forget it...­ anyway, that's why I don't want to start a war with you. A war could cause many deaths, and I don't want to see you crying over the deaths of your people. I mean¡­you look much more beautiful when you smile..." the last sentence was barely audible but you managed to hear that.

       Somehow England didn't seem to be so much of a jerk right. His words sounded so sweet and caring. You touched your left chest and warmth immediately filled your heart. It felt so good to be loved.

       It could be a lie. England could be lying to you and tricking you to fall for him but you wouldn't care.

       You smiled and kissed him back.