Hetalia x Reader: ... I Visit Greece!

… Greece!

Hehehehehehe~

You touched your forehead to make sure no devil horns had sprouted; nope. No horns. You were good to go.

Not only were you particularly close to the nation, you thoroughly enjoyed his company. He had long periods of silence, in which he would often immerse himself in his own world, before picking up conversation again. That’s what originally had driven your interest in the man; the depth of the world he would fall into within his own mind. He also was quite the philosopher, and when he wasn’t asleep or thinking, you could carry an intelligent conversation with the man, all the while trying to resurface from the sea of cats you often found yourself drowning in when in his presence.

You found his green eyes hypnotising in a strange way. At one point or another, countries would never have been able to tell each other apart, lest they actually openly admitted it, you’d figured, as most were very old, and came from eras of times that only exist in the pages of the history books. But you’d always been able to set them apart from the humans, even when you were young; even in their unchanging appearance, their eyes showed the love, passion, happiness, pain, sadness and loss of worlds that could only exist in fairy tales.

You had often found this with Hercules Karpusi, more so than other countries, because underneath there was something there that was kept concealed, and those were his innermost thoughts and feelings. He may have seemed dim, with his overactive sleeping habits and cat collection, but he was a very, very clever man, and even after all this time, he still could baffle you. You might’ve liked his easy personality, worshipped his Greek God body, but you could not stop yourself from falling into those unending eyes, and loving his beautiful mind.

And you even had your own special way of greeting the man in question. A very, very special way of greeting him, a way in which you had greeted him for a large portion of a millennia. But upon spotting him sleeping soundly with his large pile of cats, you decided today was not the day to jump on him screaming, ‘THIS IS SPARTA! ‘.

Ever so quietly, you slipped onto the soft grass next to the Greek, and smiled a little bit when the cats on the ground around him shifted and curled around you for extra body heat, purring as you stroked them. You turned your line of sight to the sleeping man beside you, and brushed some of his brown hair from his face, and laughed quietly when he waved his hand over his eyes like a cat swatting a ribbon. Sometimes he was just too cute.

Your gaze turned back to the town below the hill you were sitting on, and you admired the scenery. You weren’t at all surprised that Hercules had decided to nap here; the view was lovely, and the peaceful silence that settled around you eased you into a state of calm relaxation.

“I can see why you often come up here, Hercules,” You spoke softly to the sleeping man. “And it seems awfully easy to fall asleep up here, especially on a warm day like this. It has a quiet charm about it.”

You absently stroked the cat in your lap, and watched the fluffy white clouds roll by in the azure sky, and let the breeze float around you, fluttering your clothing and your hair in its wake in a gentle caress. You’d often talked to Hercules while he slept; sometimes about nothing at all, sometimes how much you wished you were good enough for him, that you’d never know what in the world you’d said to him after he woke again. It was actually quite a therapeutic experience.

“It’s almost like you in that way, I suppose,” You continued to muse. “Quiet, warm, charming. That’s what I think, at least. But as nice as the view is, I find you far more special than just a breeze, or the clouds in the sky. You’re my friend… I wish I could be more than that to you, though,” You lifted the cat to your face and rubbed your nose on its own, and it purred louder. “But I doubt you’d ever feel half as much as I do for you, Hercules.”

“How would you know, when you never asked?”

You felt as if your joints had suddenly set in place, and you couldn’t move. When you finally regained function of your body, you almost heard your own neck creaking as it turned to look down at what you had presumed to be a sleeping Greek. Instead, Hercules was obviously wide awake, and his wide green eyes were locked on you like laser sights.

Almost as if by magic, you somehow ended up three metres away with your back to Hercules, walking away as fast as your feet could carry you, and you had never recalled any point in time previously when you felt like you were going to faint from so much blood rushing to your head in such a short span on time.

“Forget I was ever here.”

Before you could go any further, you were brought to a screeching halt by two muscular arms clamping themselves around you.

“No… Come back and sleep with me…”

“Let go.”

“No. Look at me, ________.”

“Let go, Karpusi.”

“You never let me answer.”

“Huh?” Any words you may have said afterwards escaped you, as your lips were smothered by a pair belonging to Hercules himself, but the chance to respond was stolen from you by Hercules pulling away to look you directly in the face, with an almost frighteningly serious expression plastered to his sculpted features.

“You never asked me whether I felt like you did, because you doubted I would ever feel like you did for me. But I can swear to you on my honour as a man that… There is no number of lovers that could quell the depths of my need to simply hold you in my arms. But… No matter how close you are to me, I only need you more. You’re the only one that can fix my addiction, but you are also the one that feeds it,” You could only blink as he pressed your face against his chest and stroked your hair as if he were petting a cat. “I see no other way around the matter than keeping you all to myself.”

Total quiet engulfed you both as you listened to the steady beating of his heart, and a small smile spread across your features, and you closed your eyes.

“I guess I… Can deal with that… But, how long were actually awake?”

“I wasn’t actually asleep,” He replied matter-of-factly.

“… You suck.”

“I love you.”

“Hmph.”

But nothing else needed to be said, and Hercules didn’t need you to reply. He didn’t even need you to confess in the first place. He’d been waiting a long, long time to finally hear you say the words he took the chance to hear you say. And even though it took a long time, not a moment of patience had been wasted, nor his dragged out response.

Perhaps he could stop pretending to be asleep while you were around now, too.