It's Just More Fun Together ~ Hetalia x Reader One Shots

Dance Off (Prussia)

A/N Okay, so the idea for this came from a headcanon I read where Prussia was the bomb diggity at the Just Dance games, and I absolutely fell in love with it! So here's a dance off between you and Prussia! I don't own the amazingness that is Hetalia, or you.
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"Ugggggggh I'm so bored!"

"Saaaaaaaame."

Despite the many attempts you two took to avoid it, the evil boredom monster had still managed to find you and Prussia. Currently, you were sprawled out in his living room, you upside down on his couch, and he draped over a recliner, almost falling off.

You heard a loud "BLEHHHHH" and watched with a blank face as Prussia rolled off the chair and landed face first into the floor.

"Zhis is so not awesome," Prussia complained into the ground, getting a grunt of agreement from you.

You nodded your head, but after realizing that he couldn't see you, you slid all the way off the couch and laid next to him. "Well, what should we do?" You asked.

"Ve could blackmail Vest into doing somezhing embarrassing."

"Nah, we've done that already."

"Right, right. Oh! Ve could go paint Austria's piano hot pink!"

"Last time we did that you almost got your head cut off by a frying pan..."

"Oh Gott don't remind me. Let's tell Italy zhat all zhe pasta in zhe vorld has disappeared!"

"But I thought you liked Italy! Besides, then we would have to listen to him cry about it for days."

You heard Prussia grunt in annoyance. "Vell if ve can't torment anyone zhen I'm all out of ideas."

Sighing, you flipped over onto your stomach, staring absent mindedly at Prussia's T.V. Catching sight of a Wii, you scanned the games he had, halting when one caught your interest.

"Hey, how about we play Just Dance?"

Prussia immediately perked up at the mention of the game. His usual smirk was once again placed on his face, and you briefly wondered if this was a good idea.

"Kesesesese, sure, but are you positive zhat jou can handle zhe awesome Prussia, frau?" He taunted you.

"Excuse you, but I happen to be really good at this game, thank you very much!" You said back to him, acting offended. You crossed your arms and stuck out your tongue at him.

"Zhat can't be possible, because I am zhe master of dance!"

You snorted, "Yeah, especially with sparkles, huh?" You watched with amusement as Prussia gasped and grabbed his chest dramatically. Has he been spending time with Poland? You asked yourself.

"ZHAT VAS ONE TIME!" You giggled at his reaction.

"Fine, if jou think zhat jou are so good, zhen let's make a bet!"

You brought a hand to your chin as you contemplated your fate in this game. You knew that you were pretty good, but you also knew that Prussia was a fairly good dancer as well. Finding the chances of you winning being pretty high, you agreed.

That may or may not have been a mistake.

Prussia laughed his weird laugh, that you found strangely adorable, and started to rub his hands together devilishly.

"Perfect. Now, if I vin, vhich ve both know is vhat is going to happen," you rolled your eyes at this, "Zhen you have to kiss me!"

Now it was your turn to gasp dramatically. You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the thought, but you would not let him win!

"What do I get if I win?"

Prussia thought for a moment, "If jou vin, jou vill get a kiss from zhe awesome me! Kesesesese!" You blinked twice before acquanting your face with your palm.

"Gil that makes no sense. Either way you will get a kiss!"

"Exactly! Don't try to deny it, yep, jou vant to kiss me~"

It was now a matter of saving your pride and yourself from teasing for millennias to come. You wanted, no, needed to win. You could always run away from him to avoid the kiss anyway, even if a small part of you was squealing at a kiss from the albino.

"Fine. I'll take you up on this offer," Prussia's smirk got wider when you said this, "HOWEVER, if I win, you have to be my personal servent for the rest of the day!"

"Hehe, deal!"

Out of no where, a wild Italy appeared and threw one of his signature white flags at you.

"Here (y/n), you might-a need this!"

You sweatdropped. "Wow, thanks Feli..." Discarding of the flag on the couch behind you, you set up the Wii and grabbed two controllers.

"Since jou're going to lose anyvay, I'll let jou pick zhe song," Prussia told you, looking like he was doing you a favor. This made your blood boil, as you had always been a competitive person. You settled on a song that you were positive you would beat him at.

"Rasputin!" Thank you Russia! I am so going to win this!

"Kesesesese bring it on!"

Time skip brought to you by Gilbird

All you could do was stare open mouthed at the screen before you. Scoring five stars, for the 10th time in a row, was a smiling Prussian.

"Wha....how....NO! I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THIS!"

The country next to you was a laughing mess, grasping on to his sides for dear life.

"Kesesesese I told jou! No one can match mein awesomeness!"

You were still in a shocked state when you felt Prussia's presence right next to you. You looked up at him warily. "What do you want, Gil?"

"I'm claiming my prize!" He leaned down close to your face, but you shoved your hands against his chest, pushing him away.

"No, nope, uh-uh, I don't think so mister!" You shook you're head rapidly, trying to fight the blush creeping up your neck.

"But I von, vhich means zhat jou have no choice, so pucker up."

You took this chance to turn and speed away from him. "You have to catch me first!" You called behind you. You saw the mischievous smile that appeared on Prussia's face, and used it to propel you faster. Despite the current situation, you couldn't help but smile and laugh.

As you turned a corner, you saw Italy come up to you and wave. "I told-a you so, (y/n)!"

You ran past him, but you stopped abruptly to run back and yell, "Hey Italy! Did you hear that all the pasta in the world has disappeared?"

You held back a giggle when Feli blanched, gushed tears, and promptly ran away yelling "GERMANY!"

You felt a bit bad, but hey! That's what he gets for not believing in your dancing skills! Speaking of dancing skills, you heard Prussia nearing you, so you took off.

Sure, you would probably stop eventually, and you would probably enjoy the kiss, but it would be a cold day in Hell before you would pass up an opportunity to mess with the Prussian. Lord knows he feels the same about you.

And you wouldn't have it any other way.