The World I Live In (Crazy Hetalia Fanfic)

Fifty-Two

The party is in full swing. Plenty of people have arrived, and we were all herded outdoors into the cold, supplied with warm food and hot drinks. I grab a hot chocolate, and stand back, admiring all of these people I don’t know. My eyes pass over those I know, like Ukraine, Latvia, and whom I believe to be Germany, dressed as a mummy of sorts, but they also cross paths with strangers. Like a blonde haired green eyed man (Man?) talking animatedly to Lithuania. I question the maleness of this person because of the fact that they are wearing a short denim skirt, a long sleeved women’s sweater, knee high brown socks, and fashionable heels.

          And they are completely pulling it off.

          There is also a boy staying by Latvia’s side, not wanting to be deterred from his place, with bright blue eyes and dirty blonde hair. He is wearing a vampire costume, like Latvia. This must be Sealand. I throw away my empty Styrofoam cup and sigh, rubbing my arms absentmindedly.

          “You are finally getting cold? Shame, since I am unable to warm you up.” A shiver of delight runs down my spine as I spin to look at Russia. He looks ridiculously handsome in a pair of round, white ears, with a fanciful pale suit on. The suit is a cream color, with a purple neck ahoge, and his traditional scarf. I grin at him, and nearly tackle him in a hug.

          “I’m not cold, just alone.” I mumble into his jacket. He grins and pats my head.

          “Well I am here now, no need to be alone.” He chuckles. “Well, they are going to start playing music soon. Would you like to dance?” He asks.

          “What about Belarus?” I reply worriedly. He shivers a little, and smiles.

          “Oh, she has her hands full.” His gaze goes behind me. Belarus, dressed as Alice from Alice in Wonderland, has taken a hold on Lithuania, and is tugging him away from the person with an unknown gender. Lithuania isn’t complaining. He doesn’t look scared, but he doesn’t look relieved either.

          “D’aw, love at first fight?” I wince at my bad joke. “God, that was terrible.” Russia laughs anyways. I smile.

          “So, how about that dance?” He continues. I grin and nod. He takes my hand, and pulls me into the crowd. I giggle lightly. He easily sets a hand on my waist, and we keep our hands locked as I slip my other onto his shoulder. The music is light, easygoing, simple one-two-three movements.

          “Hey, Russia?” I ask.

          “Yes?”

          “What’s your human name? Do you have one?” I ask.

          “Ivan.” He responds. Something twitches in my brain. That name… How do I know it?

          “Ivan… I’ve heard that name before… Somewhere… I can’t remember where.” I think aloud.

          “Well, others do have that name. It is not like it is uncommon.” He replies, swirling me in for a dip. I blush immediately.

          “Remember when you would get really red and shy when I would hug you?” I ask him, laughing as he pulls me back up. His ears turn slightly pink.

          “Da. I am not really used to people touching me. No one really likes to be around me.” He comments easily. I raise my eyebrows.

          “Well why the hell not? You’re awesome!” I question. He shrugs.

          “They all think I am a little scary, and intimidating. I grew accustomed to your physical tendencies though.” I nod.

          “Well I think you’re intimidating, sure, but scary? Not really. I like to think of you as a stuffed animal that was forgotten for a few moments in the snow outside, before the kid remembered and came back to get you, y’know?” His cheeks turn red.