Hetalia Roleplay Starters

Germany

"That's it (Y/N). Just another lap to go." Mr. Beilschmidt said, watching as you ran around the course again. You were held back after school to re-run the course, Mr. Beilschmidt timing you. If you were fast enough, you'd be entered into the athletic team. You continued to run, ignoring the sweat dripping down your face, as you turned the last corner, dashing to the end.
"...and...we're..." Mr. Beilschmidt began until you crossed the line, his finger smacking the timer almost instantly.
"Nice running (Y/N)...you're time is..."

Canada

• My Favorite Store Clerk •

"G-Good morning..." The shy blonde man smiled as he saw you approach his register. You were a usual, but only ever to his line. It wasn't on purpose; it's just no one would notice the man at his register to begin with, so his line was always clear of people traffic.
"Morning Matthew dear. Paper bags today please." You smiled as the shy Canadian began to fish for paper bags, vanishing behind the register for a moment. You smiled as he popped back up, giggling slightly when he glanced at you.
"...S-S-Something funny (Y/N)?"
"You're so cute with that curl dear."

Anglesey

• My Lady, My Queen •

"My Lady..." You began, stood before none other than the lady that ruled your home land with her black finger tips people assumed were filled with poison.
"(Y/N)..." She muttered, before standing from her throne, her big dress expanding to the floor, the dress made of red and black, lace covering the beautiful satin fabric, matching the ruby filled crown and scepter.
"I've grown tired of my last husband, and decided for a change of pace...I summon you to find me a peasant worth my time and amusement. Anyone who cannot satisfy me..." She smiled before running her long black nails against her pale slim neck.

Spain

"Antonio?" You asked, smiling at you're big brother of 4 months, holding a letter with a pink dust glazing your cheeks.
"Si, mi hermana?" (Yes, my sister?)
"I've a letter for someone I like...really really like...and I want you to read it before I give it to them..." You smiled, holding out the rose pink envelope, covering your eyes shyly once he'd taken it...
"Someone you really like? Like un novio?" (Like a boyfriend?)
"Yes yes, just read it!"

"Nice to see you chica." Antonio smiled, being dressed in his dance pants and white shirt. You smiled. You had dance class with Antonio every Tuesday and Thursday, and today was no exception.
"Today we will learn my favorita, the salsa." He smiled as you nodded, clapping. 
"Sounds like fun Antonio!" 
"Magnifico."

Japan

• Guess Who I Am! •

"Hmm...blue hair, rong pigtails, no chest-"
"Hey I have plenty of chest!" You protested, squishing your lovely chest in view of the scarlet Japanese man.
"H-Hai, but this character doesn't have a big chest..." Kiku stammered as you giggled. (Y-Yes)
"I know Kiks, I'm teasing."
"Prease don't carr me that..." He whined.
"Not until you dress into your character for me to guess!"
"Hai, hai, hold on." (Yes, yes, hold on)

Coral Sea Islands

• A Lady's Tutor •

"Hello your highness." Ramvelle smiled, dressed in all white, like you had requested last week. "How have you been since last night."
"Wonderful. I slept just fine."
"Positively perfect to hear. Now shall we begin with your violin lessons?"
Ramvelle was your tutor, and taught you many things within a day; which was harder than it would have been had you gone to school. As high up as you were, you always saw Ramvelle as a close friend; he was the one person who you could tell your secrets, no matter how bad, and he wouldn't tell anyone, not even the King or Queen themselves.

China

"I love braiding your hair Yao." You smiled, his hair entangled between your fingers.
"I'm glad you do. When I go to work it's never in my face." He teased back. You simply rolled your eyes before smiling.
"I wish I had a sister sometimes." You joked as Yao looked offended, not that you saw, you were too busy with his hair.
"But if I was a sister you'd miss out..."
"How so Yao?"
"Well...I couldn't teach you sex ed in mom's place-"
"That was torment in a bedroom."
"How so? Cause it was your brother? I bet if it was your lover you wouldn't mind-"
"No that wasn't it."
"...Then...what was it?"

France

• How May I Help You? •

"'ow many seats today?" You'd walked into a nice restaurant for dinner, and had decided to go as a celebration that your ex FINALLY left you alone. A tall blonde man smiled, holding out menus.
"Just one."
"Vonderful. Let's get you seated." He held out a hand before walking in the general direction of the smaller tables, made for two people.
"'ere are your menus, and I must ask is zhere anyzhing I can get you as a beverage?"
"Hmm...just water." You smiled before opening the menu as the waiter left for your drink.

Sealand

• Danger's My Middle Name •

"Come on (Y/N)!"
"I'm not sure Peter..." You stammered as the teen-micro nation held your hands in his own, pulling you closer slowly to Arthur's room.
"Come on! I'm sure jerk Arthur has a ton of secrets in his room!"
"Like what? If we're caught we'll be turned to frogs for sure!"
"I don't mind being a frog, I'll just need a princess to kiss me." He joked, pulling a kissy face at you, causing you to laugh quietly.
"Stop it."

Northern Italy

• More Than A Massage •

"Ciao. You-a must be (Y/N)." An Italian man smiled, holding a towel, dressed in all white. "You scheduled a relaxing massage today, right? I'm-a Feliciano, I'm your masseuse this evening." 
You smiled. Your friend (F/N) had given you a night of relaxation and it began with a massage, a soaking in the spa and a make over from your hairs on your head to your toe nails.
"Nice to meet you Feliciano. Shall we get started?" You smiled as Feliciano nodded, holding out a towel and robe.
"Follow me. I'll-a show you the changing rooms. Just strip down and-a put on this robe for me. Then put your attire in-a one of the lockers."

England

• Biggest Fan •

"That's all for tonight folks! The British Punks are out for the night. Thank you!" The attractive Brit smiled in the rave-like lights, as the concert came to a close. You loved the British Punks, but it was the singer that had you captivated. Not because he was a great singer (even though he was) or his handsome looks (which he had those too) but because he was your childhood friend you'd searched for for the last 4 years.
Now hitting 22, you were in your last few years of college for (F/S), but on the side you'd look for your high school buddy Arthur Kirkland. You two were inseparable.  You did everything together from lunches every noon to that one trip to the school ball. It was a tough search (cause Arthur had gotten under a stage name) but you had done it. 
I mean seriously, how many people had big bushy brows and emerald green eyes that held his compassion for music..?
You ran to the VIP section before it was too late, smiling all giddy.

• The New English Teacher •

It was the first day back to school from summer vacation. It was sad the summer had to end, but at the same time you couldn't wait to go to English. The teacher you had last year was such a kook, she gave everyone A+'s for doing practically no work at all. All you had to do was sit quiet. You grabbed your schedule and saw you had English first class and smiled.
"I'm going to English. Gonna get an easy A again this year!" You laughed before walking into the class room...to see a tall young man in your kook of a teacher's place.
"...Excuse me? Is this Madam Lila's class?"
"It is indeed my dear." He smiled, his British accent shining through. "She however retired last year. I'm your new teacher for the semester."

America

• Two, Four, Six, Eight •

"And Alfred has done it again for the Gauken football team! He has brought home the title of champion for another year!" The man over the intercom smiled as Alfred F Jones, the team's best player smiled as he ran in circles. It was time for the cheerleaders to run on the pitch to cheer for Alfred's success, but you were nervous. As a cheerleader, you were made to wear such skimpy outfits; tight tie up shirts, short skirts and a bra that pushed up your chest by a size (suggested by your friend who wouldn't let you refuse them). You wanted to cheer on Alfred, you did...but you preferred being out on that field in your track suit and tackling the tall man down...
"Come on girls, it's time to go!" The leader grinned before running off...your nerves making you want to stay back and let them do it without you.

Prussia

• My Awesome Maid •

"(Y/N)?" He asked, ringing a bell like he usually would, waiting for his maid to come and help him again. 
"Yes, Master Gilbert?" You smiled. Gilbert Beilschmidt was your master, paid you for cooking and cleaning, but he wasn't harsh like other masters you've had in the past. He gave you breaks often enough, didn't make that much mess to begin with, often cleaned up after himself and when he did call you it was because his hands were too big to fit into a small space beneath the sofa, or if he had a two person job. 
"If I lift zhe awesome sofa, vould you vacuum beneath it?" He questioned as you smiled, nodding, rushing off for a vacuum...and a beer to reward the master once he had done.

Southern Italy

• Visit From The Love Doctor •

"Master Vargas?" You asked, holding the door to your office open, a smile across your face. Lovino stood. He was a usual, but never liked the doctors...yet didnt struggle when you examined him. It was his 6 month exam and you just had to check him over before letting him leave again.
"Morning ragazza."
"My aren't you the nice today." You joked, closing the door once he sat on the usual doctors chair. "Now, lets begin."

Russia

• The Lady And Her Master •

"Sunflower?"
"Yes Ivan?" You asked, looking to the large Russian beside you. You had been married for a year now, your anniversary coming quickly. You remained loyal to Ivan, even when others questioned why you so much as agreed to date him; never mind marry him.
"I was wondering if you'd like to watch a movie today, da?" He smiled as you chuckled with a nod.
"Of course Ivan. It's been a while since we've done anything nice together, with the Baltics being on vacation for the week."
It was your idea. The trio needed a break.
"Had you left them we'd have had more time to ourselves..." Ivan muttered as you smiled.
"Yes, but once we start a family of our own, I don't want them thinking we keep them as slaves. We need to do some house work too."
"I cut the trees outside, da?"
"Yes, but that's all you do when the Baltics are about. I like it when you brush the floor to help me finish." You smiled.

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