Fun With Sulfur Hexafluoride - Hetalia x Reader

One quiet Wednesday evening, you felt like relaxing by making yourself some hot cocoa to counteract the chilly weather just outside the windows.

Currently, everyone was staying in America’s mansion due to an upcoming meeting that was going to occur at the end of the week.  So of course, being the ‘hero’ that he is, he insisted that everyone just stay at his place for a few days since the weather was going to be pretty rough for any incoming planes.  For you, this was nothing new as you always tended to stay at his house; solely for the purpose of entertaining yourself of course.  You always kept several of your belongings at his place…just because.

Well, over the last couple of days, everyone was either putting together their presentations…or acting like drama queens and trying to avoid their biggest enemies.  Others would go so far as to find their cliques and just stick with them.

Anyways, back to you…

Finding some mini-marshmallows in America’s pantry, you plopped a few into your now piping-hot beverage before making your way into the living room.  When you entered the room you saw a couple of countries already relaxing; Austria was seated on a plush chair, drinking some coffee from a mug while looking out of the large bay window at the continuously-falling snow, and Belgium was sitting on half of the large sofa, dozing away the evening hours.

You decided to sit next to Belgium on the sofa and set your mug on the coffee table to let the drink cool down for a minute.  Suddenly you heard a loud ‘bang’ emanate from the basement, making you jump two feet up from your seat on the sofa.  You thanked God that you’d been able to put your cup down before you could’ve spilt its contents all over yourself.  After readjusting your butt on the cushion into a more comfortable position, you looked around the room at your friends with wide eyes.  The two countries that were in the living room with you seemed to either not hear the noise…or just didn’t care.

Deciding to investigate, you gently cradled the warm mug in your hands before making your way through America’s house.  Finding the basement door, you creaked it open and began making your way down the dark staircase.  When your foot touched the landing, you could begin to hear voices chattering about something.  Naturally, you decided to follow the voices which then directed you to an archway that led into a large open area of the basement.  In said area, you discovered England, Romania, and Norway wearing black cloaks and sitting in a circle, holding each other’s hands.  A chalk design was drawn onto the floor underneath them and several books were strewn across the floor.  Candles were the only light source in the room.

“What are you guys doing?” you ask the Magic Trio before taking a slow sip of your hot cocoa.  Noticing that you’d made them all jump a little, you giggled to yourself quietly.

“A séance,” Norway answered bluntly after composing himself.  You raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

“May I ask why?”

“None of your business you spoil sport…now go away,” Romania stated rather rudely.  Your eyes widened in shock.  Romania never talked to anyone (other than Hungary) like that before.  Maybe he was just tired?  Regardless, you grumbled to yourself and walked back upstairs.  Going to your room, you shut the door rather loudly and lied down on the bed to contemplate over what had just transpired. 

“Those jerks.  Why did the other two go along with what Romania told me?  Am I really that annoying?”  Hearing a clicking sound, you noticed the door to your room was open, and France was standing there with a look of concern on his face.

“___?  Are you alright?  You seem upset.”  You didn’t answer him.  Instead, you sat there and looked around your room to think for a few seconds.  Glancing over at your closet, you spotted a pair of special contacts that you had used for Halloween last year.  Suddenly, you were struck with an amazing idea which then caused you to smirk and chuckle to yourself.

“France, you’re a science-y kind of guy, right?” you asked the French man, still looking at your closet.

“Yes, in some occasions I can be.  Why?” he inquired, thoroughly confused.

“Because I need a little help from you for a prank that I’d like to try.”  Looking over at him, you grinned which seemed to cause the blonde to noticeably shudder.

A few minutes later…

While hearing the Magic Trio guys do their thing, saying weird words that make no sense, you mussed up your hair and smeared your eye makeup.  You’d already put the ‘all-white’ contacts in your eyes a few minutes ago, so you were all set for the prank.  After telling France what the boys did to make you so upset, he agreed eagerly to help you with your mission.  Although, you were a little shocked that the man actually had Sulfur Hexafluoride gas in his room…but whatever.  You were grateful nonetheless that he let you borrow some.

“Come forth demon!  Show yourself!” you hear England yell excitedly.  You took that as your cue to inhale the Sulfur Hexafluoride from the filled latex balloon that France had given you and came from around the corner so that the boys could get a load of you.

“I WILL STEAL YOUR SOUL!!!” you yell in return.  Noticing that England about flew out of his knickers, Norway looked surprised, and Romania screamed, you could say that you effectively scared the living crap out of all the people in the room….and then some.

“England, are you playing a video game or something?!  I heard a loud roar!”  You turned around to see America, who looked back at you in fear after you turned around.

“Hello America,” you tell him monotonously, still in the ‘demon’ voice.  Needless to say, America shrieked like a girl before running up the staircase shouting, “___’s possessed!  ___’s possessed!  England got ___ possessed!  AHHH!!”  This caused you to laugh extremely hard.  The fact that your voice still sounded low while you giggled made you laugh even harder.