One-shots! Hetalia x Reader!

A Bit of Spice and a Bit of Bite (England x Reader ft. BTT)

You were absolutely fucked.

Despite putting good efforts on finishing school and creating a reputation where people find you reliable, you were so dead and drained from the pressure of finding your way through society. Sure, you had a good degree and a job, but it just never felt like the life you've pictured yourself in. You would assure yourself that it would take a bit longer. It's only been four years since you've moved to the city for a better life.

You reminded yourself that you've gone through worse before. You've been flat broke in your first year and barely made enough money to make rent. Your first roommate in the city was a nightmare to live with. You lived in your car for a few months before finding a new apartment to live in again. Gone through a break up while balancing your job at the precinct and had breakdowns that gave you a bad case of inferiority. You almost risked a high profile case to get away with their bullshit, but you got lucky with the witnesses and evidence presented to you last minute. Lastly, you had to be the mediator between a set of friends who were going through a lovely breakup.

The breakup was very recent. It was between your friend Antonio and Gilbert's cousin Roderich.

You wanted to say that none of these things drained you. You told yourself to fight for a better life after all, even during the times you felt like you just wanted to see the afterlife and punch whatever deity was out there controlling your life. You swore up and down that you were certainly not any god's strongest soldier. The things that happened so far felt inevitable to you, but you really wished that you could have avoided them all. You just wanted a straight path towards your own prosperity as you live by Cher's words, claiming that mantra as you mentally chant, 'But mama, I am a rich man.'

With the economy going to shit, you really dreamed of a lifestyle that can surpass stability. For now, you just wanted stability.

You were at a jazz bar with your friends. If you told your highschool self that the three boys who snuck out with fake IDs to get into night clubs and raves now prefer a quieter setting, she would flip and ask who they were. Antonio, Francis, and Gilbert were your long time friends that had your back and you had theirs covered as well. If you guys had never met each other, one of you would either be in jail or six feet under. The four of you balanced each other out, but will also constantly share the same braincell in dire situations. You guys were each others' ride or dies.

"It's alright, Toni." You cooed while patting his back as tears were streaming down his eyes.

"Oui, mon ami, it's not your fault that it didn't work." Francis took a drag of his cigarette.

"My cousin was an asshole for that." Gilbert grunted and took a swig of his beer. "I'm sorry that I introduced him to you."

For context, Antonio had come up with a plan to propose to Roderich for a very long time now. The three of you knew that Toni and Roderich weren't a good match for quite some time now and have tried to talk Toni out of it. He had his flaws—a hot headed man with bottled up jealousy, but he never took it out on anyone or tried to justify himself if he knew that he was in the wrong. Roderich, on the other hand, was a coward. He may be a priss, but it was truly a coward's move.

"I never thought that he would even have the balls to do that to you!" Gilbert scoffed.

"Very 'Good Luck, Babe' coded." You added. "Is his internal homophobia really that bad?"

"Mierda, I don't know!" Toni sniffed and wiped his tears away. "I understand him, I really do, but who the fuck would be fine after that?!"

Your table with erupted with a soft argument as you all tried to make Antonio feel better. The jazz bar wasn't the right place to be moping and crying on at, but this bar was one of your favorite places to come to.