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.:England:.

Porridge

Arthur's eyes widened and his rather large eyebrows shot upwards when he tasted the food on his spoon. He lowered the cutlery, giving you an incredulous look, "Poppet... What on earth is this?! It tastes bloody horrid!" You smiled sheepishly at your raging boyfriend, who seemed to be terribly engrossed in ranting and waving his spoon about. "This- This isn't even porridge, {Name}!! This is just sludge!"

You shrugged, blushing in embarrassment, "W-Well, you did ask me to make porridge for you, dear..."

Arthur shuddered, his lime-green eyes looking at you. A tiny smile creeping on his face and his eyes softened a bit, "After tasting your other food, I had assumed..." He trailed off when you shot him a small glare, "Alright, maybe I shouldn't have assumed or demanded for you to make some porridge! I'm sorry, poppet..."

"Well next time, don't assume or demand!" You said, with a pout on your face. You childishly poked your tongue out at him as well, "I didn't even know how to make porridge, be glad that I bravely attempted to make some for you!"

"Alright, alright my dear!" He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek, "How about I bake some scones to make it up to you?"

You giggled, your eyes twinkling mischievously, "If it will make you feel better, sure! We can give some away, preferably to the French Frog, right?"

Arthur snorted, giving you a loving hug and sound kiss on the lips, "That's my girl."

.:England:.


.:Japan:.

Sushi

"Japan... What is that... Thing?" You mumbled hesitantly, as you stared at the plates of food set out in front of you. You were staring rather intently at the dish directly in your line of sight, which you were also pointing at with one of the sticks the black-haired man had given you.

Japan turned a blank but bewildered stare to you and the dish, looking back and forth curiously, "{Name}-san... That is a popular traditional Japanese food, even overseas in your country." When you still gave him a confused look, Japan sighed.

He had almost forgotten that you were a fairly new nation in this world, so he resigned himself to calmly teaching you, "{Name}-san, that is Sushi. You pick it up using these chopsticks,"

He demonstrated, using his own two sticks to nimbly pick up a few of those weird looking things, Sushi he called them, and placing them on your place. Your eyes sparkled in excitement, a smile forming on your face, "Ooh, how did you do that thing?"

"What thing...?" He turned his dull dark brown eyes to yours.

"That thing with those sticks, how you picked them up and, like, held them! And you didn't use your hand, but I can only find one of my sticks..." You pouted, suddenly realizing that you were only holding one stick, "Can I have another one?"

Japan suddenly gave a small chuckle, happy that you were so interested in his Japanese lifestyle. You turned, surprised to hear your new friend show emotion so freely, "{Name}-san, it seems like you have much to learn about Japan still."

You blushed, your eyes averted away from his gaze, "Learn more about... You?"

Japan reared back, suddenly realizing how he worded his sentence was strange. He seemed to be in the same embarrassed state as you, blushing and averting his eyes, "A-Ah, forgive me, only if you want. B-But, alternatively, I could just teach you more about my country-”

"Of course!" You smiled at him, which he returned slowly in the form of a smaller smile, "Really, Japan, I'd love to learn more about you, i-if you're willing to teach me, that is..."

Japan sighed, this time in a more relaxed manner, "Hai, {Name}-chan."

"Um, so, Japan..." You held up the stick in your hand, "How do you pick up rice with these stick things again??"

.:Japan:.


.:America:.

Burger

"May I please order..." Looking through the Menu of this restaurant, you couldn't help but sweat drop. Your best guy friend, Alfred F. Jones, had dragged you out of the safety of your home to eat lunch with him. You had complained and made a deal that you would only go willingly with him if they didn't eat at McDonald's.

Seated directly opposite of you, that same idiot was grinning at you. You in turn gave him an annoyed glare, "Al... This restaurant only sells burgers. Like McDonald's." The area under your eye twitched, a sure-fire sign that you were just holding your anger in.

Alfred laughed, with his blonde ahoge bouncing freely, and he tilted his head innocently at you, "But it's not McDonald's, {Name}! And anyways, Feli said that this restaurant had actually pretty awesome food, be thankful that the Hero brought you here!"

You sighed, "Eating burgers everyday cannot be good for you, Al..."

He merely shrugged, "Heroes don't get sick! And anyways, don't'cha think this is better than Iggy's scones??" You nodded slowly, he did have a good point. A weird, idiotic and stupid point, but valid nonetheless.

"Fine... May I order a cheese burger, please?" You said to the waiter pleasantly. A choke from Alfred made you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

His jaw dropped, "Out of all the burgers you're ordering, you order a cheese burger? Are you nuts, order something bigger, {Name}! I already said I was paying!"

Giving him a bewildered look, you muttered, "But I've only ever eaten cheese burgers... The other burgers don't look very appealing..."

"Fine!" You rolled your eyes at him, vaguely aware of the awkward stance of the waiter. Looking through the Menu once more, a grin crept on your face when you spotted the perfect burger to annoy Alfred, "Alright, may I order... A triple cheese burger, please?"

Alfred stopped, his mind struggling to comprehend your words. A grin also appeared on his face when he let out a pleased laughter, "Oh, come on {Name}, that's mean! Welp, at least you ordered something!"

You gave your best guy friend a cool, but content shrug, "Al, you were just asking to be tricked, yeah!"

.:America:.


.:Spain:.

Tomato

"...that's sort of... Icky." You said with your poker face on as you watched your good friend Spain chomp on another one of his fresh, home grown tomatoes. He blinked at you with ecstatic eyes, about to open his mouth and reply, but you stopped him by holding a hand up.

"Swallow first, idiot! I don't want to SEE what you've been eating, especially a raw tomato..." You grumbled to yourself, making sure that he ate all of his tomato before he spoke up to defend himself.

"B-But {Name}, tomatoes are good for you!" The Spanish man nodded vehemently, grinning as he picked another tomato and began to look at it longingly. Your eye twitched in annoyance.

"It's weird watching you eat it RAW in front of me, even if they ARE fruits!" Spain pouted and began to try and talk to you peacefully, to which you shouted even louder over, "Don't do it anymore, idiot! It's disgusting, almost like you!" You huffed, running out of your breath from your ranting.

"You're being mean to me, just like Lovi-chan! But that's okay," He smiles at you, an innocent, beautiful smile. A hot red blush creeps further onto your face, "I still love you, {Name}! I'll pay attention to you and eat you up!" Your blush deepened and you but your lip.

"S-Shut up, idiot! T-That's..." You averted your eyes, weakly slapping his shoulder. Spain chuckled, catching your hand and using it to pull you into his arms for a hug. You grumbled, but in an unusual show of affection, you return the hug, "Yeah... I love you too."

:Spain:.


.:China:.

Dog

"Yao... You better be joking." The flame in your eyes burned with an unforgivable heat as they stared down on the cowering Chinese man in front of you. He stood, scared, in front of one of his Chinese food stalls.

"{N-Name}! I can explain, r-really, aru..." He stuttered weakly, honestly scared for his own life.

"You had better explain, or I will beat the living daylights out of you!" You punched one of your fists onto your opposite palm to display that your words rang true, "Now, dear Yao, explain to me... Why they are selling puppies to eat in your stall."

The Chinese man gave an unmanly squeak.

.:China:.


.:Italy:.

Pasta and Pizza

You stared incredulously at the Italian twin brothers in front of you.Well, you thought they were Italian, merely through the fact that they were speaking Italian, looked Italian and were cooking Italian food in the Italian home you had just entered.

You squeaked when you watched a huge pizza in the making fly up in the air and shrunk back into yourself when bubbles suddenly boiled from a huge pot donating pasta. The darker haired man with the pizza almost dropped the food he was working on, from lose of concentration, while the lighter haired twin almost dropped his salt shaker in the boiling water.

They both blinked at you, slowly stopping what they were doing to stare at you. You dutifully tried to avoid their gaze. You had only entered this house because a man you had once helped, Mister Romulus Vargas, had invited you in thanks and you couldn't have possibly refused!

But right now, you were honestly regretting it. The lighter haired twin smiled at you, even with his eyes closed, and cheerily greeted you, "Ciao, bella ragazza! It's nice to meet you, right fratello?"

The younger guy nudged the twin with the pizza, who blushed and also avoided your gaze with a scowl, "I-I guess it's nice to meet you..."

You nodded slowly, your body working over time to cool down the blush on your face,"U-Um, yes, it's nice to meet you too..." You looked away as you began to twiddle your fingers to keep yourself occupied. Looking up, you glanced at the kitchen and the food once more, longing to taste the heavenly smelling Italian cuisine.

That look was caught by the twins, who smirked in response, "Say, ragazza..." You turned to look at the two, who had placed down all the food they were currently supposed to be preparing.

"Would you like..." The lighter haired one cheerily said in a sing song tone, grinning at you. Your eyes quickly averted to the darker haired one who continued his, apparently, younger brother's sentence, "To have some, bella ragazza?"

The blush on your face intensified as your eyes moved from one twin to the other, trying to figure out whether they were talking about themselves or the food. Coughing a bit to clear your throat, you replied in what you hoped was the right Italian phrase, "S-Si...?"

:Italy:.


.: Philippines :.

B***'s B***s

Staring at the meat in front of you, you promptly fainted. With a grunt, America caught you deftly and turned to give his former 'colony', Philippines, a blank look, "Dude... I told you to stop eating bull's balls... It defiantly won't help you get married, sheesh! Have I taught you nothing-"

But of course, you heard nothing of America's lecture of the Filipino. Instead, you were unconscious and desperately trying to escape the bull's balls.

.: Philippines :.

.:THE END:.


meepdon'tkillme, lovelyfilipino's... :iconyuicryplz:

Yeah... I don't even know what this is... But hey, at least I got rid of my writer's block!! :iconyuiswayplz:
knewishouldhavedonefranceypantsandsnails...
Well, you fangirls can create theories of whether these are all connected or not, mmkay?

I'm going to eventually add more onto this 'series', with 'Flower Samples' and 'Clothing Samples' and... :iconyea-plz:
This is for this [link] contest!

I do not own Hetalia! :iconhimaruyaplz: does~
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CadetPerez's avatar

Some of these were just wrong on so many levels (in my personal opinion, no offense), xd!