I woke up late.
I didn’t mean to. It just kind of happened.
I feel ashamed.
Hungary knocked loudly on my door, rousing me from my sleep.
“C’mon, Tally, you’re going to learn to-“ She stops when she sees me, curled up warmly in my blankets, my face peeking out. “Tally? Don’t tell me you just woke up! Oh no! Hurry, you must get ready!” She rushes over, and yanks me out of bed. Roughly. I fall onto the floor.
“Ow… Fine…” I tug a brush through my hair, before putting it into a big sloppy bun on the top of my head. No makeup. A pair of warm black sweats, and a green tank top. I shaved yesterday, so I’m not all prickly and gross.
“Let’s go.” I rush. Hungary eyes me over.
“You sure?”
“Don’t care. I’m just going to be sitting at a desk all day, right?” I raise an eyebrow. She grins mischievously and shrugs.
“We’ll see.” She pulls me out of the bedroom, and down the hallway, taking a right. First door on the left.
Oh hell.
It’s, of all things, a dance studio.
Let’s get this straight. I don’t dance. I never have. I was never enrolled into any tap or ballet as a kid, and I’m more comfortable behind the scenes of something. I would rather be the live band or work the lights than socialize and dance.
“Fuck…” I mutter. Great.
“Hi, Tally! Remember me?” I turn to look at Spain. He’s grinning happily, standing in front of me in a pair of workout shorts and a tank top himself. His is red, and the shorts are black. He’s wearing sneakers, while I’m barefoot.
“…Should I go get some shoes?” I want to escape this situation, and run away. Not only is Spain ridiculously good looking, but I know he, Prussia, and France are all friends. They all are on the same block of pervert tendencies and charming ways.
In simple terms, I’m screwed.
“No, I’m going to take mine off.”
“I’ll be leaving you two. Have fun!” Hungary rushes off. I’m left alone with Spain. His bright green eyes match mine, and his sunny tan and dark hair make his eyes seem more vibrant.
Yep. I’m screwed.
“What do you want to learn first? Do you know anything already?” He asks, walking forward.
“Uh… Here’s the thing…” I state slowly, backing up. “I… don’t really dance…”
“Oh, really? We’ll start easy then!” He smoothly jumps forward before I can blink, wrapping an arm around my waist. “Now, one-two step-“
I deliver a swift punch to his pretty face. He falls backward. I widen my eyes, looking at my hand. It’s slowly unclenching.
“Oh shit! I am so sorry! Fucking hand…” I cry out an apology, worried for the stranger.
“It’s… Alright…” He groans. “Wow, you can throw a punch harder than Lovi…”
“Uh… Thanks… Sorry about that, it’s a bit of a bad habit. I’m not very good with physical contact to people I don’t know, let alone contact that I didn’t start…” I feel my face heating up. “Are you okay?” I walk over to him, collapsing at his fallen body. “Let me see.”
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The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)
Fanfiction"What if... All of the worlds countries... Were people? And, to top it off, they followed all of their countries stereotypes?" Tally doesn't remember much after running away at the age of thirteen and travelling around the world. When she finds a my...
