This is from Hetalia, and Denmark is my senpai, so I kind of hope others like this too.
Shy, clumsy, preposterous and unbalanced. Those were only a few words to describe your younger years. Now that it had grown worse, you learned to be an excellent pessimist. Watching anime and reading were only two of your favorite things, they kept you from being a klutz at least. Even though... Paper cuts really do hurt. Your not much of a ally nor friend, or even influence. In this scene your actually quite boring in the most boringly way possible. So if you're still here I guess, why not give it a shot?
"Hey, kid!" A sudden shout from behind you, as a snowball landed on your scarf and face. You muttered a few comments of unlike to the kids. You had wiped the snow off in a disgusted action. You continued playing a few songs by Beethoven, (sorry if you don't like classical) also another of my favorite things. You placed your earbuds in place again.
You pushed up your short, unkempt hair(long, bootiful hair, I mean. Cough cough.) behind your shoulders as your ears began to sting from cold. You closed your eyes, cuddling and breathing in the scent of your scarf. It was the colors of red and white resembling the flag of Denmark. Denmark was basically your life, you loved the language of the people, the traditions, the company of the legends, technically everything. But the best part was because you were a part of that heritage.
A slight shift and a bit of warmth had been placed next to you on the other side of the bench. You tried your best to ignore it, as your pulse began to rise.
"Cha doin'?" A male leaned down, his taller height and spikes of blonde hair caught your eye only for a second. A goofy smile spread across his pink tinted cheeks from the cold. You didn't hear him at first, the volume was at its max.
"Music." You pointed at one of the buds.
"Ah, yes, yes. I see," The male slightly scooted closer to me, You decided to move a bit further from him.
"Who are you?" You wondered allowed, turning down the music, taking out a bud, and scooting away.
"Matthias Khøler!" His smile grew even larger. You hadn't realized the giant battle axe he held at his side, in this case he held it with ease. "And you?"
"...." You didn't reply at once, afraid of what that would bring. Matthias, what a strange name.
"Why so shy?" He asked curiously,
You instantly reddened, "I'm not shy!" You protested, actually quite loudly, causing a few heads to turn. You snuggled deeper into your scarf, in embarrassment of your tone.
"Ah, yes. Forgotten, (y/n)." At that time, Matthias had gotten up dragging his axe along with him. You narrowed your eyes at him, whoever he thought he was. His first impression made him seem..... stalkerish.
Oh my god, this is so bad, I just can't. Why am I continuing? D: oh, yeah...... Denmark, my beautiful, cinnamon bun! You go, you go, sugar poppy, you go!
