Hetalia Oneshots

Denmark - Rose

Song: Taylor Swift - Gorgeous 

The only reason you went to the bar was for the bartender. 

He was the definition of gorgeous. He had spiky blond hair, pale skin, and always a playful grin on his face. He wore a light blue shirt which was rolled up at his elbows, a dark blue silk tie, and a dark grey vest over it.

The night you came here with your friend, Anna, and laid eyes on this fine piece of art, you fell in love. When you confessed this to your friend, she thought you were crazy, but later, she noticed that you were serious about it.

One fine night, you and your friend stopped by the bar after work. It's been quite a while since you've seen the bartender, whose name you didn't know. 

As both of you walked in, your eyes immediately fell where they should. There he was, cleaning the tables and arranging the glass bottles of alcohol behind him. 

Anna walked rather normally, while you were conscious of every step you took. You noticed him look up at both of you in acknowledgement. You immediately looked away.

Both of you sat down and the blond bartender smiled,

"Good evening, ladies. What would you like?"

"I'll have a Margarita, please. Thanks." Anna said animatedly and the bartender looked at you, who was zoning out.

"And what would you like?" he asked, briefly locking his gaze with yours.

"Oh, I'll- I'll just have some Scotch, please." you replied, flashing a lopsided grin.

"Margarita and a Scotch, coming right up."  

While he prepared your drinks efficiently and with grace, both you and Anna decided to talk in a code language both of you knew: Danish.

It was a bad idea, since the hot bartender was Danish, but neither of you were aware of the fact. And so, both of you talked about him and various other things, all in Danish. 

 "I just can't," you sighed, "This guy's been sitting in the back of my head since ages and it's so nice and tiring at the same time."

"I feel you." Anna nodded understandingly.

"Why did I have to develop feelings now, when I'm so busy?" you grumbled and glanced at the bartender, "I hate him for being so hot."

"Just what on earth made you fall for him? I still don't understand." Anna sighed.

"I don't know... something about him just was so attractive." you replied, "It was probably his finesse, or maybe his smile."

"Or maybe, it was just love at first sight." she added.

"Margarita and a Scotch." the bartender slid the drinks over, smiled at both of you.

He briefly locked his gaze with yours again, this time for a little longer, before turning away to prepare drinks for other customers.

Your gaze lingered on his broad back turned to the bottles and glasses. His sea blue eyes seemingly expressed interest in you. That was only hunch, but for now, you were obsessed.

The only difference between the first time you saw him and now, was the deeper depth of feelings you carried. It almost felt as if your leg was chained to a heavy metal sphere.

Anna sipped her Margarita, leg on top of the other, smirking to herself while she looked at you and then at the bartender.

"He looks interested." she vocalized your thoughts, "This is the second time he's looked into your eyes."