1001 lovers (Hetalia x reader)

Oh no! The D.J.'s drink is SPIKED!

Your cheeks heat up after listening to what Ms. Jay had to say.

"Thanks for the advice...," you reply.

"Yep, now get out of my sight."

You gladly get out of Ms. Jay's sight and go back to your group. They all wonder what Ms. Jay was talking to you about.

"She just wanted to give me some advice. That's all," you assure them.

Now, you are finding it extraordinarily difficult to look at their faces. Surely Ms. Jay is wrong. I mean, what would a cantankerous middle aged woman know about that topic? Anyway, their only your friends. Nothing more. None of them could possibly fall in love with you, and you couldn't possibly fall in love with any of them.

"(Y/N)? Hello?"

You snap out of your thoughts, and find China waving his hand in front of your face.

"Huh? Oh, hi."

"We were trying to talk to you but you wouldn't respond. Is everything okay?"

"Yep, everything fine," you say, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Oh no! (Y/N), your face is all-a red. Are you sick,?" Italy inquires.

Crap...Am I seriously blushing that bad?

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Italy kisses your forehead and time stands still.

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You stare at Italy in shock.

"That's the best way to check if someone has a fever. Thankfully, you do not! It would be such a shame for someone as gorgeous as you to be sick," Italy compliments.

"Thanks, Italy. That's really nice of you," you say.

"You are very welcome, mi bella!"

Italy called me bella again. He knows that's not my name, so why does he keep calling me that? I'll ask him later.

You get the feeling that someone is missing. It's not Japan, though. Hmmm...China and Italy are here, so is Germany, America, Britain, and France...

"Where's Russia,?" you ask.

"Probably somewhere ve don't vant to know," Germany responds.

The student you recognize as the D.J. walks by. He is stumbling a little bit, and that's not all that concerns you.

"Sweden, will you *hiccup* be my *hiccup* wife,?" he asks.

The guy he is talking to freezes. "But you're MY wife."

At the opposite side of the gym you think you see Russia. He pulls something out of his pocket and puts it in someone's can of Sprite before running away, unnoticed.

~{time skip to when Finland (the D.J) is back to his normal self and playing music again}~

You and Britain watch as Russia, China, and America fight over some tiny little thing. You don't even know, and quite honestly, you don't even care.

Britain sighs. "I've had to put up with this for many, many years."

"Sounds absolutely dreadful," you respond with only a hint of sarcasm.

"Yeah, you can imagine. It's nice to finally meet someone who actually acts like someone their age."

You look at Britain and with a smile. At this time, you decide to ask, "Would you want to dance with me?"

"Would I want to dance with you,?" he repeats. "Um- well- yes, I would but I can't-Uh-because France- yeah France had already asked me and I said yes."

Your smile slowly disappears. "France? I thought you hated France! Every single day you would complain about him!"

Britain looks down at the floor, unable to speak. So, you speak for him.

"Oh. I see whats going on."

"No, it's not like that. You see-"

"No need to explain anything, I understand. Have fun dancing with your boyfriend."

You turn around and leave. A warm tear drop drips down your cheek as you sit down on a lonely bench.

"No no no, honey. That dress is not your color. You should try it in [least favorite color]."

You look up and your raw eyes meet a pair of beautiful green ones.

"Who are you,?" you ask.

"I am Poland."

Poland takes a seat next to you and talks to you about many things, ranging from fashion to his personal life.

"So I told Lithuania that we are over, and we are never ever ever getting back together. And you know what? He called me again the next day," Poland says.

The loud speaker comes on and the Principals voice startles everyone.

"Lockdown. Lockdown. Lockdown. This is not a drill."

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There you go, that's my update.

I need your opinions. So, I tried to write a Black Butler x reader, but I could see that it had no future and I ended up deleting it. Do you think I should write Black Butler one shots? It would be my first book of one shots, so IDK how it would turn out. Thx for your help!