Gakuen Hetalia X Reader Today

"Arthur," you said, your voice soft but firm. "I don't want 'cool.' I don't want 'heroic.'" You squeezed his fingers. "I want the guy who saves me a seat every morning without being asked. The guy who slips extra biscuits into my bag because he knows I skipped breakfast. The guy who, despite setting things on fire, tries to do something kind for the whole school."

A snort of laughter escaped you before you could stop it. You quickly covered your mouth. gakuen hetalia x reader

He squeezed your hand. And just like that, the empty seat beside you wasn't empty anymore. It was home. "Arthur," you said, your voice soft but firm

"You know," he murmured as you walked towards the door, "my brother's hair is still blue. We might have to fix that first." The guy who slips extra biscuits into my

"Da, he will not," a quiet, cool voice drifted from the seat behind you. Ivan Braginsky, who always seemed to fill the space around him with the faint scent of sunflowers and something a little more ominous, smiled pleasantly. "You studied, didn't you, (Y/N)? Unlike some hamburger-loving hero."

"I sit between Feliciano and Gilbert on a daily basis," you deadpanned. "Chaos is my default state."

"Come on," you said, standing up and tugging on his hand. "You're coming back to class. And after school, I'll help you practice the spell. We'll use the empty pool. No curtains to set on fire."