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Hetalia x Reader - Happy New Year!

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Sitting on the comforting warmth of your dear friend Mr. Sofa, you enjoyed the pleasure it gave you as you sunk into it more, letting out a hum of approval.


Eventually, you realized you’d have to get over the beauty of your beloved and sit up once more so you could set up the equipment you needed to celebrate New Year’s Eve with everybody.

 

Oh right, you probably need informing, don’t you? Well you see young one, today was New Year’s Eve at exactly eleven at night for you and you had made plans to celebrate it with the people nearest and dearest to you, your friends (who possessed a weird job as did you).

 

You had finished a meeting with one another about the status of every country and the world and most of you had just arrived back home to your beloved homeland. It had been a tiring meeting, with everyone fighting and yelling, and most of you had pretty much forgotten that a new year was approaching very soon.

 

By the time you all had realized, there was no way of you all getting together in time to experience it with one another. So, you all hatched a plan and that plan was to unfold soon.

 

Finally setting up your computer onto Skype and getting your TV on and ready, you rushed to the kitchen to get yourself snacks and drinks to feast on this joyous occasion. They were mainly junk food, but really, who cared about that small little detail? It was certainly not you.

 

Once you went back into the living room and seated the beverages and appetizers onto your coffee table, you put on the channel that was filming the soon-to-start celebration of the firework display in your country, a small tradition of your people.

 

When you had sorted that out, you deemed yourself ready and started a group chat with all your friends who were available. You had to wait a while, since they were probably going to get back late.

 

Suddenly, a vibration hummed around the room and you realized that it belonged to this device we call the mobile phone. The (brand) phone was playing your favourite ringtone and when you picked it up to see who was calling you, a beam instantly broke onto your face and you answered as quick as you could so you would not miss his call.


“Alfred! It’s always wonderful to get a call from you, but why are you phoning me?” You asked cheerfully as a gentle smile graced your features, even though you knew he could not see it.

 

Hearing his ‘heroic’ trademark laugh, it echoed into the phone and bubbled into your ear before he made a response. “Why shouldn’t I phone you? That’s the question you should be asking!”

 

Letting out a cute giggle, you couldn’t help but playfully roll your eyes at your friend’s silliness. “I’m sorry for being so misinformed, but you still haven’t answered my question.”


“Sorry dudette. The reason I called you was because there’s a slight change in plans for me. I’m celebrating New Year’s Day in New York City’s Time Square, so I can’t chat on Skype. Do you think we could talk on the phone and you tell the rest what I’m saying?” Alfred asked, as you finally were able to recognize a deafening sound of people conversing with one another.

 

“Oh yeah, that’s fine. I’m sure everyone will be fine with that.” Replied you shrugging the notion off.

 

A small beep caught your attention and you checked your laptop to see that more people had entered the group chat. Soon, everyone would be there; you just needed to wait a little longer.

 

“Sure they will! I’m America!” Alfred confidently stated and you could imagine the childlike grin he would always have on his face. “It’s probably for the best anyway, we’re not even sure Skype is going to survive with us all being on it!”

 

A small vibration of amusement escaped your lips. “True, Skype barely survives when I’m speaking to one person let alone more than that. It’ll be fun to see how badly we can crush it.”


“If you put it that way, you’re making me feel left out!” Alfred loudly commented and even though you were used to his shouting, you still had to move the phone away from your ear slightly.


“Oh sorry. Lets try and kill the phone then. At least then we can say we were the criminal masterminds.” You suggested but heard a gasp come from the other side of the speaking manmade invention.


“No way man! I can’t do that! I’m a hero, not a criminal!” Alfred corrected you a bit dramatically and you would have to remind him not to read so many comic books (you were a fan yourself, but you never got so indorsed into the story that you’d be as heroic as Alfred tried to be).

 

You let out a soft sigh. “That’s a pity. I forgot you had that silly trait. I guess I’ll have to do the act myself.”


“If you do then I’ll have to be the hero to stop you and I don’t like the idea of hitting such a pretty girl like you.” Smoothly said, Alfred didn’t even care how embarrassed you would get from his statement. You were glad he could not see you; otherwise your next sentence would not have sounded so confident.

 

“Oh shush, I’m not that pretty and it’s not a big deal if we fought. I think I’d win anyway.”

 

“What? No way! That’s not possible! I’m America, the country of freedom! You couldn’t beat me!” Alfred quickly retorted as his manly pride was on the line. It was so easy to tease the poor blonde.

 

“Yeah well I’m (Country) and I’m the country of (random thing)! My title proves my toughness!” You declared like a knight going into battle. What a child you could be.


“No way!”


“Yes way!”


“You’re not heroic!”


“And you’re smelly!”


A tune resonated around the room and you pouted since you would have to stop your intense feud with the American so you could answer it. Realizing that the others were calling you, you quickly regarded the argument for a moment and answered it; awaiting for the sight of your fellow allies.

 

Once you saw the slightly blurred faces of your companions, you ignored America’s hellos of confusion and smiled brightly at them, waving your hand.


You checked to make sure your speaker and camera was on before you commenced your introduction. “Wow, I can’t believe this is working. Hey guys!”


You got replies in different languages or accents, which basically meant hello, but you could tell that some people had not used this sort of witchcraft before.

 

“Bloody hell…my Skype is lagging like mad.” Mumbling loud enough for people to hear, your English friend, Arthur, stared hard at the screen of the laptop, lacing his caterpillar eyebrows together.

 

“Still as polite as ever I see Arthur.” You confirmed as a cheeky grin escaped your lips. Alfred still kept complaining about whom you were talking to, so you quickly explained to him what was happening.

 

“I’m sorry mon cheri but this is as polite as the black sheep of Europe will ever get.” Francis apologized with a teasing and annoyed tone. He was usually so calm and flirty so it was always quite amusing to see how irritated he got when he had to be roomed in a place with Arthur; or in this situation, interact with.

 

“Shut up frog! I’d be more polite if I didn’t have to deal with people like you!” Arthur snapped as his once focused frown turned into one of disgust.


“People like me? I’ll have you know that the French are very polite people, as am I!”


“I have yet to experience that!”


“Ladies, ladies, please, if you can settle down, the rest of us would like to continue with our conversation.” You butted into the argument, showing them one of your infamous cocky smiles.

 

A snicker escaped someone’s system and into the chat and from the distinctive sound, you had a good idea who had made it. “You’ve just been told!”


“Hey!” Francis shouted slightly, his fabulous hair swishing with his movements, “I thought you were suppose to be on my side Gilbert!”


“I’m only on the side of AWESOMENESS!”


“It’s wonderful to hear from you again Gilbert.”

 

“Likewise.”


“Hey (Your name)! What’s going on?” Alfred yelled through the phone, causing your eardrums to complain at you. Even though Alfred was probably in a very loud place, he could still keep the noise down a little.


“Oh nothing, everyone’s just acting stupid, nothing much has changed.”


You then got lots of complaints being splattered at you through the Internet and you had to hold every fiber of your being to not giggle at their ridiculousness.

 

Hearing a loud sigh from the laptop, you had a good guess who it was and sent a smile to the small bubble screen of a certain blonde German, who was probably a bit agitated at everyone’s silliness, though he wasn’t much better.


You let out a pretend dreamy sigh. “Still as cheerful as ever I see!”

Ludwig, a sexy serious German friend of yours, looked at you as if you were another version of Italy, though you swore you saw the faintest colour of pink tinted onto his cheeks. “Still as mature I see.”


“Oh you get me every time.” You joked as you finally tore open a crisp packet that had been awaited for its demise on the table with its friends. Why?


 The blue-eyed hard worker just continued his usual frown at your behaviour (he was very much used to it) but someone else’s voice interrupted the nice chat you both had been having.


The cocky brother of Ludwig smirked teasingly at the both of you but looked at his sibling with an almost knowing look (he was in the same room as Ludwig since they shared a house). “Are you two flirting? I never thought I’d see the day where my brother would have the guts to do that, especially with a woman!”


His already pink cheeks turned darker at his family member’s taunting and you watched as Ludwig snapped his head towards his brother and quickly (almost) shouted, “We are not flirting, and why is it such a surprise for me to flirt with a woman?”


Gilbert just shrugged his shoulders. “I thought you were into men.”


“What gave you that idea?” Ludwig questioned with embarrassment in his tone of voice.


“Well-“


“Actually, I don’t think I want to know.”

Also slightly bashful about the situation, you were immensely grateful when, the adorable Italian, Feliciano interrupted Gilbert and Ludwig’s disagreement with his innocent, happy-go-lucky voice.

 

“Wait you guys! What are you talking about? Why is Ludwig and (Your name) flirting?” Feliciano asked like a wondering child, his eyes still closed as per usual as he waited excitably for some answers to his childlike questions.


“We’re not flirting!” You and Ludwig both announced at the same time and it caused further shyness to erupt between the two of you. You both were never going to hear the end of that.


Feliciano just looked more confused. “Then why are people saying that?”

“That’s because they’re all jealous that I’m being friendly towards Ludwig, don’t worry about it Feli.” You explained as one of your mischievous smiles broke onto your (skin colour) face. You were hoping that if you remained and looked confident now, then they wouldn’t tease you and poor Ludwig anymore.

 

“No we’re not!” Everyone in the chat shouted, including Alfred since you had put him on speaker so he could hear the gang of countries.


“Guys just look at yourselves, you are not convincing anyone.” You confirmed between them as you took a slurp from your (drink).

 

They didn’t say anymore, but they seemed embarrassed, frustrated or shy about the hole they had dug for themselves by accident.

 

“U-um…” A soft, quiet voice broke into the Skype silence and if it hadn’t been so quiet, you doubted that anyone would have heard it. Though, many didn’t hear him anyway. “G-guys, it’s nearly midnight…”


No one paid any attention to what the poor Canadian was saying and you brought it upon yourself to tell him or her what he had said. “Earth to freaks, Matthew just informed us that midnight is approaching.”


The personification of Turkey looked confused at your sentence, as did many others. “Who’s Matthew?”


You sighed and noticed the sunken look on Matthew’s features. Feeling sorry for the poor guy, you frowned at them and tried to motion to them to take a better look on the video chat. “Who’s Matthew? He’s Canada, that’s who he is. Have some respect.”


A Greek brunette moved in closer to the screen as cats of all shapes and age moved or fell from his movements, some meowing at him in complaint and others purring as they used the muscular lazybones as a pillow to rest on. “Oh yeah…I see him…he’s the one with a polar bear, isn’t he…?”


“Yes, that’s him. Thank you Hercules for making an effort.” You applauded the man who didn’t seem to care and went back to his nap, letting the cats return to their previous positions.

 

“No that’s Amer-…Oh.” A Cuban accent butted in before he realized his mistake. Carlos rubbed a hand behind his head and he didn’t keep eye contact with the screen of his technology. “Sorry Canada…”


“I-It’s okay, I’m used to it…”


“Um, not to be rude, but we should get ready for the celebration of the New Year because it’s going to be midnight in about…fifteen minutes.” Interrupting the awkward situation, which had gotten grateful glances, your Estonian companion, Eduard moved his glasses further up his nose as a sort of habit and awaited for the response from the rest of you.


“Fifteen minutes? How exciting. I can’t wait to see how better our New Year’s Eve will be compared to yours.” Ivan, the man who made everybody tremble but you, declared softly like a six-year-old but his sickly sweet smile flowed out this weird purple aura and you noticed how everyone had moved a bit away from his or her computers/laptops.

 

“I wouldn’t bet on that.” You countered, showing Ivan a friendly and challenging smile since you knew you would be the only one to definitely joke around with him. “My country can celebrate pretty hard when they get the chance.”


“No way dudes! My country does it right! We have this awesome ball drop which drops when it reaches midnight and then we have loads of fireworks and everyone is rocking out man! You can’t beat that!” Alfred yelled through the phone so that the others could hear him, you assumed.

 

“Your firework display cannot beat the one we have in England near the London Eye. We recently added songs to it and twenty five hundred thousand come to watch the display and not only that, we have it filmed through our flawless BBC so that everyone in the United Kingdom can see it!” Arthur proudly stated like he was an inventor showing off a successful creation of his. It was fun to watch how proud he got over his country before someone said something offensive about it.

 

“You guys, you’re missing an important thing! You don’t give away red underwear for people to wear!” Waving his arms slightly since he was getting overexcited, Feliciano still had his carefree and joyous beam and didn’t bother to think how weird his observation was to others.

 

“Red underwear? Why on earth would we be giving underwear to people?” Confused like a Psyduck, Arthur raised one of his guitar string eyebrows and looked at Feliciano as if he just told him that he met a handsome broccoli called Jeffry (since he was usually very busy with his pimp career).


“Well where I’m from, New Year’s Eve is celebrated with traditional rituals with my people, such as wearing red underwear! We even used to throw old or unused items by dropping them out the window but people didn’t like doing that anymore so we don’t do it now!” Introducing his culture to everyone, Feliciano continued his smiling and random noises of ‘ve’ or ‘pasta’ when he finished his explanation.

 

“I think I have an idea of why that was banned.” You interjected as you kept smiling like an idiot at the images of people getting bumped on the head with random things like vases or pots like you would see in cartoons.

 

Some stared at your unusually giddy expression but did not dare to go any deeper into the depths of your mind.

 

Feliciano then looked in a slightly different direction and you guessed it was where Ludwig was on the screen for him. “Hey Ludwig! Tell us all about how you celebrate New Year’s Eve! I bet it’s something cool!”

 

You could hear Lovino, Feliciano’s twin brother; complain in the background at Feli’s compliment.


Ludwig seemed a bit flustered at the compliment but dismissed it as he coughed into his hand to try and calm it down. “Well we have large fireworks displays across all of Germany and it’s the only time I allow people to buy fireworks. We also eat and get drunk like everybody else.”


“Amen brother, amen.” You placed a hand onto the area where your heart would lie and you couldn’t help but smile in amusement when Ludwig rolled his eyes.

 

“I don’t mean to be rude…” Came the emotionless tone of your Japanese friend, Kiku, “But midnight is approaching very soon.”


“Oh he’s right! Ai-ya! I hadn’t even noticed-aru!” A ponytailed male exclaimed, as he seemed to be telling himself that he was an idiot as punishment to not having an incredible mind like the tentacle loving Otaku.

 

“Well if we’re all done making a big deal about it, lets focus on actually getting ready to celebrate it.” The hot but cute badass ally of yours Vash suggested with his usual serious frown as his sister, Erika, just smiled and nodded, agreeing with her brother like the adorable little sibling she was.

 

You noticed a brunette come into the caption of where Prussia and Germany was and Prussia outwardly grimaced when he recognized who he was and you soon realized who it was as well just as you heard the man speak. “I see you still kept your usual manners Vash.”

 

Vash glared at the screen as he recognized his past friend. They didn’t hate each other, but they didn’t like each other enough to call each other ‘friends’. It was a complicated relationship. “I see you still kept your snootiness Roderich.”

 

Roderich scoffed at the accusation and folded his arms over his chest and found himself a seat so he could also join in on the fun for a change. “Just because I’m posh does not mean I’m snooty.”


“Keep telling yourself that.”


“I will!”


“Um, I don’t mean to be rude amigos but it’s nearly one minute to midnight.” The dat ass titled Spanish gentleman informed, “Or at least where I am anyway.”


You took his words into consideration and then checked your time to see that it was in fact only ten minutes to midnight for you. You let out a laugh, which caused all eyes on you. “We really didn’t think this through, did we? No wonder some of us aren’t online, the times are so different.”


“T-true but at least the thought is there.” Toris added, causing a soft and grateful smile to grace your features.


You then quickly got up and searched for your stopwatch. The guys were very confused, and some even asked what you were doing.


Once you found it, you ignored any more inquiries and got back onto your spot and flashed your stopwatch to them with a proud grin on your face.

 

Everyone was silent before a defeated sigh filled the air and someone asked, “What is it?”


“This, my friends, is a stopwatch and the reason I have it is because it is counting down from one minute.” You explained, showing them the quickly disappearing numbers. “When the stopwatch stops, we shall all shout ‘Happy New Year’ and celebrate it together, regardless of the time differences!”

 

Hearing a loud screaming come from Alfred’s line of the phone, you let out a soft giggle. “I think Alfred has already celebrated his.”


“Ignore him, he’s busy.” Arthur replied, “I think the idea you have is the best we’ve got to celebrating together without it getting confusing. We were so caught up in how each other parties on New Year’s Day that I think I can speak for us all when I say we forgot about that major concern.”


“Trust me, I certainly forgot and I’ve never been happier to have this thing that I shall never use for the next two years.” You stated, as you dangled the device from its hooped string. The numbers were nearly at zero. “Now shush! Its nearly time!”


Everyone easily went silent and watched with concentration as you showed him or her the time that was dwindling down.


10…

 

The Italian brothers held their breaths.

 

9…

 

The trio of sausage lovers stared intently.

 

8…

 

Arthur and Francis ignored their differences and both stopped glaring at one another to focus.

 

7…

 

Russia smiled creepily but secretly he was joyful.

 

6…

 

Hercules and Sadik forgot all about the feuds they had, as they just knew they wanted to celebrate the New Year with everyone.

 

5…

 

Yao was pretty much bouncing on his seat as Kiku just focused with his usual blank eyes.

 

4…

 

All the Nordics, who had been keeping quiet among themselves all this time, reacted in different ways which resulted in Denmark getting strangled with his tie.

 

3…

 

Matthew clutched his polar bear Kumajiro tightly and Cuba gritted the Cuban cigar in his mouth with anticipation.

 

2…

 

All the Baltics were shaking with excitement this time, not fear.

 

…1!

 

You grinned brightly.


“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” Everyone shouted at the same time, some people had even shouted it in their mother language. You laughed happily and everyone seemed to completely forget the fact of you were all away from each other and times were so different.

 

It was like you were all together, laughing and celebrating.

 

“And I wish for many more years to come!” You added as you raised your glass of (drink) as if it were champagne. You chuckled as others did things of the like and took a swig from your drink before placing it down again.


Letting out a sigh, you continued to smile thankfully and sweetly at everyone who was on the video chat. “Thanks guys for going through this idea, even though I know it was stupid.”


“It wasn’t stupid; it was great! We should do this next year if we can’t celebrate it together in person.” Your Danish friend Mathias suggested and along with it came murmurs of approval for the idea.


“I’m glad you all enjoyed it.” You showed them your still beaming smile but it was obviously getting tired. “I’m happy to have spent it all with you.”


“You too, but you should go get some rest (Your name), you look tired!” Tino suggested to you in his caring tongue. You nodded your head and yawned, regretting the fact that you would have to leave your friends and go to sleep.

 

“Yeah…that’s probably a good idea.” You stretched slightly. “I guess I’ll talk to you all at the next meeting. Night everyone.”


They all said their goodbyes to you and you sadly cancelled your video call and logged out of Skype.

 

Sighing in slight disappointment because you had to go, you quickly dismissed the slight depression and remembered how much fun the day had been.


You leaned back into your sofa and just at that moment, Alfred had come back on.


“Hey (Your name)! I don’t mean to be a downer but I’ve got to go! There’s going to be this big party and it’s going to be HUGE! Tell the others goodbye, okay?”

 

You nodded your head even though you knew he couldn’t see it and didn’t bother with explaining to him that you had logged off. “Yeah, I will. Happy New Year Alfred.”


“Happy New Year dudette!” Was your response from the American before you heard the other line continue to beep in its robotic way. He had hung up.

 

Letting out a tired sigh, you watched as your TV suddenly sparkled to life. You leaned your head slightly to the left and saw your people celebrate the occasion with fireworks and singing. The broadcasters did a tremendous job with filming it.


A graceful, sleepy smile broke onto your features and you finally closed your eyes, too tired to walk up the stairs to your bed.


If New Years Day was this good next year, you couldn’t wait to see what happens.

For starters, I'm really sorry how late this is but I pulled an all-nighter to finish it so I hope you like it and don't hate me! ;w;

Besides that, I really hope you like the story! I had the idea for it but it took me a while to write it down because of my laptop hating me. 

Just to say, a story for two people as a Christmas present will be up next along with Russia's birthday story, after that, I don't have to worry about anything in January, since there's no Hetalia birthdays then so I'm going to try and update my series because I know I'm a weirdo who needs to stop doing other things. XD

Anyway, I hope you had a wonderful New Year and for many more to come!

Happy New Year!

(Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia, the picture or you unless you want me to~ //SHOT)

I leave you with whatever that was. XD
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i laughed at "Confused like a Psyduck" but died when "All the Nordics, who had been keeping quiet among themselves all this time, reacted in different ways which resulted in Denmark getting strangled with his tie."
great job 
writer-chan!
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