Hetalia One-Shots

Summer Parties *Prussia*

The house shook with every beat, colored lights blinked through the windows. You stood in the corner of the living room, hands knit together, thumbs twiddling nervously. You were only at this crazy party because your best friend, (Name), had dragged you along. However, as soon as the two of you entered the front door, she was pulled away from you by some random guy who she seemed pretty familiar with. You tried to keep tabs on her, but eventually she was sucked into the large pile of people grinding on the middle of the floor.

"Hey, babe, what are you doing, standing here all by yourself?" An arm sneaked its way around your shoulders and you tensed up immediately. You weren't one for one-on-one contact- especially if you weren't close with the person. You glanced up, and your (e/c) eyes met with ruby red ones.

"O-oh, Gilbert!" You gently shrugged the arm off, turning towards him slightly, glancing at your hands. You couldn't believe Gilbert Beilschmidt was talking to you! Sure, you had small conversations together in your few shared classes, but for the most part he barely noticed you and spent his time talking to his friends.

"Hey, (Name)!" He hiccuped, and that's when the sour smell of alcohol hit you and made your noise cringe. He leaned closer to you, wrapping his arm around you again.

You gently pushed him away, frowning. "Gilbert, you're drunk. Maybe you should go lie down on the couch."

"Naw, naw, I'm good. I'm great!" He paused, smirking. "I'm awesome!" He laughed his odd "keseseses" laugh, pressing his face against yours. "Besides, I wanna spend some time with you~"

You shoved him away- harder, this time. "Talk to me when you're sober, for a change." With that, you spun around and marched out of your corner. You pushed through the crowd on the floor and found your friend. "C'mon, we're going back to my house." Despite her protests, you dragged her away.

She passed out on your couch as soon as you opened the front door, while you stayed up a little bit later, watching Youtube videos and thinking about what happened over the night. You had liked Gil since sixth grade, ever since he stood up for you against a group of boys who would constantly make fun of you. The two of you had started an off friendship that year.Then seventh grade rolled around and Gilbert became friends with Antonio Fernandez Carriedo and Francis Bonnefoy, and the trio became the most "popular" boys in school- so naturally you became forgotten. Now, in your highschool years, you still crushed on him and he still was considered to be one of the most popular boys in school, picking up different chicks on a weekly basis. When he talked to you tonight, your hopes had gone up that he would at least try to be friends with you again. With a sigh, you shut your laptop and lied down on your bed, shutting your eyes and falling asleep.

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That morning, you woke up to the doorbell ringing. You groaned, kicking the sheets off. "Why can't anyone else every get the door?" You walk down the stairs, rubbing your eyes. Without looking, you unlocked and opened the door. "Hello?"

"Uhh, hi, (Name)." A sluggish yet familiar voice answered.

You blink, now looking at who was actually standing at the door. You were met with a- though exhausted looking- Gilbert, with his snowy hair messy and red eyes droopy. He was obviously hungover. You sighed, and grabbed his arm. "C'mon, let me get you some Advil."

He grinned sheepishly and followed you inside. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." You brought him into the kitchen and gestured to a chair before going over to the cabinets and getting a glass of water and the Advil box. "Here." You handed it to him and watched him take one with the water. "So, what are you doing here?" You asked, crossing your arms.

He sighed and rubbed his head, making his hair even more messy. You hated to admit it at the moment, but it made him look all the more sexy. "I wanted to apologize." He looked up at you, continuing, "I know I was a real jerk last night. And, I guess, for the past few years."

"Yeah, tell me about it." You snapped, but, seeing he was really sincere in his apology, softened a bit. "It's alright. I'm used to it."

"You shouldn't have to be." He stood up, walking over to you. "Listen, I actually really like you."

You blushed, looking up at him before looking back down. "You must be lying..."

"I'm not, though!" He insisted, grabbing your arm gently.

You smiled slightly, glancing back up at him. "I really like you too, Gil."

He grinned and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "Awesome! Say, Franny is hosting a party this Friday- you know, one last one before the school year kicks off. You wanna come as my girlfriend?"

"I'm not one for parties but... Sure, I'd love too."