1001 lovers (Hetalia x reader)

Dancing Queen

"Sooooo I have to slow dance with one of you,?" you ask.

France nods his head. "Does anyone have a blindfold?"

No one respond so America stands up and says, "Well, I guess we will just have to use Russia's scarf then."

"If you touch my scarf you die," Russia replies calmly. He can see the terrified expression on your face so he smiles at you. "Don't worry (Y/N), I don't usually murder people."

"Ok... Anyway, I can just close my eyes. I don't really need a blindfold," you explain.

You close your eyes as the person you have to dance with is being chosen. As you listen to them talk you begin to regret coming here.

"I think he should slow dance with her."

"Aiya! I don't think I should."

"Shhhhh you dingbats she's right there you don't want her to hear us."

"I could slow dance with her if no one else wants to."

"No France. Nobody trusts you."

"Oh I know! (Y/N) should slow dance with him!"

"NOOO ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

"Then why don't you dance with her?"

"Because I do not want to. OKAY?!"

"Why are you so grumpy today Britain?"

"I am not grumpy."

This is getting nowhere.

With your eyes still closed, you ask, "Should I go somewhere else while you decide? Or we could just skip this dare all together."

"Nope. Stay right here. I can handle this. Okay raise your hand if you want to slow dance with (Y/N) or you know someone who should."

<moment of silence>

"Since your the only one who raised your hand I guess you will get to slow dance with her."

"Wait I know! He should slow dance with (Y/N)!"

"Nein!"

"No he should dance with her."

"No I should."

"Since when do you want to slow dance with anyone?"

"Is there a problem with wanting to dance with someone?"

"No, no problem. You can dance with her if you want to."

"I still think he should dance with (Y/N)."

"Okay fine! He dances with (Y/N)."

You can hear more arguing, but it is in whispers so you can't understand what is being said.

"Alrighty stand up (Y/N)."

You stand up and wait, not really knowing what to do. Then you feel someone's arms rest on your shoulders. Whoever this person is, they are tall and do not know how to slow dance. You two aren't even dancing. More like standing and awkwardly hugging.

Very romantic music starts to play and everyone starts laughing.

"I'm probably going to guess wrong," you start. "But I think this is...Germany?"

As soon as you guess, the person you weren't really slow dancing with walks away. You open your eyes and see Germany going back to the couch.

America starts laughing hysterically. "I caught the whole thing on camera!"

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This was a shorter chapter than usual. I'll update more tomorrow.

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