Hetalia One-Shots [REQUESTS OPEN]

Not Too Shy (Prussia)

She's the girl that no one ever knows

And I say hi but she's to shy

To say Hello

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She sits in the corner of the front row, by the door. Her head rests on her upturned palm and she idly doodles on a spare sheet of paper. Every time someone walks by, she blinks but doesn't look up. A few say hello, and she whispers back, blush appearing on her cheeks. A few students like Kiku, Yao, Elizabeta, and Francis call her cute. It only makes her blush harder and makes her dig her chin deeper into her palm.

"Hallo, y/n~" At this, the girl does look up, a small look of surprise crosses her face. But quickly, she looks back down.

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She's just waiting for that one to take her hand,

And shake her up

I bet,

I could

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Lunch comes around and y/n sits alone. She has friends but not really any who would sit by her all the time.... Or so she likes to think.

"Bonjour, mon amour, y/n." The French sits beside her, smiling widely. "You like Gilbert, yes?"

She blushes darkly at his bluntness and turns her head so her h/c hair falls beside her face and hides her face. The past twenty minutes, she had been staring at the silver haired albino, watching as he walked around and joked with everyone..... Well everyone but her.

Now, y/n sulks. Of course! Just because he says hello everyday doesn't mean he likes me. He could just be being polite. Then, she perks up. Being polite to a nobody! Meh, it could maybe just be me....

"Uh, amour?" Francis waves a hand in front of her face, concern of his face.

"Oui?" she had picked up a but of French from Francis.

"Well now that you are out of your daze," he leans back and smirks. "Tell me, belle, why do you avoid speaking to that crimson eyed  albino over there?"

"A-Avoid...?" she blushes darkly. Out if the corner of her e/c eye, she sees him grinning as he speaks to a group a few feet away. Something inside her falls a little.

"Oui. He's said hello to you everyday. He offers to walk you home. If I remember correctly, he even took the blame when you were late on that project at the beginning of the year–right?"

She just shakes her head at this. Yes it's true. No, she didn't ask him to do anything of it. He chose to do those things. She was just fine how she was, getting everything and anything else by herself.
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I wish my heart was always on her mind

'Cause she's on mine like all day all the time

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"Really?"

"Sì! And it's weird too."

"Uh-huh." The Bad Touch Trio had convened at Antonio's house today. They do every day, or usually go out somewhere but today they just didn't feel like it–at least Gilbert didn't.

As always, Antonio sat on the floor in front if his bed, eating a tomato, Francis was laying stomach down on the bed and flipping through whatever book he had, Gilbert sat in the chair at Antonio's desk, doing whatever he felt. Right now though, Gilbert was tossing a little bean bag shaped like a tomato into the air, leaning back so he faced the ceiling instead of his friends. It was unusually quite for the trio today, which threw Francis and Antonio off since Gil would always offer up something to do.