Vampire Hetalia X Reader (Old Ver.)

Ghost of the Ball: Part Two

You watched as Eliza hummed, combing her locks. That's right, tonight is the Halloween Ball. You frowned, shoving another potato chip in your mouth as she applied her 15th coat of lipgloss. Honestly you felt bad for these girls. They spent all night getting ready and for what? A two minute dance with their crush? A two minute dance that might not even happen? You knew you were being a grouch but couldn't help it. Alfred had still ignored you, not bothering to say a word.

"Well, I'm off." Eliza said standing. She did look beautiful.

"I hope you have a nice time." You smiled.

"Thanks. If you ever get lonely or just want to get out come find me." She added before clicking the door behind her. The room was silent but you could hear the voices and laughs from the girls down the hall, squealing with excitement. Hmph.

You jumped off the bed grabbing your IPod. Your thumb scrolled across the cool screen, determined to have a good time regardless if you went or not. Placing it in the dock station you turned up the volume (fave band) pumping out of the speakers. You started moving to the beat, nodding your head as you poured some whiskey into your soda.

You rocked out to the music, your favorite song playing. You blasted the music, dancing in the empty room. Hahaha! Who needs a stupid ball when I have my own party? You grinned, swinging the red solo cup in your hand.

"Yeah!" You grinned, dancing and jumping on the bed.

You sang to the music, making the lyrics up as you went.

"Oh who needs you? When I've got my own medicine. Who needs a fancy ball, when I have my own comp-anny!" You stook a generous swig before gulping the rest of the sweet mixture.

"Ahh." You sighed, refilling your cup.

You ate some more chips while singing more senseless lyrics or occasionally the real ones before picking up your phone.

No new messages.

You grimaced, sinking back to earth after your anger/booze induced high. You stared at the phone, rage building up inside you. Just who the hell does he think he is? You started furiously punching the buttons ready to send a heated message but paused, your eyes landing on the sequin dress in the closet. You grinned, yanking it off it's hook.

***

You'd be super nervous right now if it weren't for a buzz from the booze. You sauntered into the cafeteria turned ballroom with false confidence, eyes scanning the crowd. Your (h/c) was neatly done, your makeup perfect, wrists dabbed in perfume. You were going to show him. You were going to show him exactly what he was giving up.

You smiled at your classmates locking him in your sights. He glanced up seeing you approaching, squirming through the crowd to get away. That worm. Your face flushed with rage, a tight smile plastered on your face until you were within earshot of the man.

"What the hell Al?"

His face was a mixture of apology and embarrassment.

"_, what are you doing here?"

"What, I can't attend? I could ask you the same thing then. And why have you been avoiding me?" You asked inquisitively, stepping closer.

He glanced away.

"You didn't even bother apologizing!"

"Shh! Not so loud." He glanced around hoping you weren't causing a scene.

"Who cares? You were my best friend and you..."

"_ you smell like alcohol. Have you been drinking?"