Hetalia Oneshots

Tino (Finland) x Reader - Concert

The music thundered around us, the heavy bass vibrating through my chest in a way that felt almost visceral. I turned to Tino, my date for the night, who looked almost out of place here with his blond hair and bright blue eyes, but he was grinning ear to ear. He manoeuvred through the crowd with a confidence that somehow made him seem taller, stronger, almost magnetic. I'd never seen him like this—there was a rawness, a spark that seemed to light up in the darkened venue, and I couldn't look away.

Navigating the mosh pit was another matter altogether. I'd been to my share of shows, but never a heavy metal one. Tino took my hand, his fingers surprisingly strong as he pulled me through the crowd. I barely registered the elbows and shoulders jostling around us because he was so focused, so alive. "Stay close!" he yelled, his voice cutting through the music, and I giggled, holding onto his shirt as he led me deeper into the fray.

It was chaotic and wild. We were pushed and pulled by the crowd, caught up in a shared, almost tribal exhilaration. Tino's arm wound around my waist at one point to keep me steady, and the warmth of his touch sent a thrill up my spine that I hadn't anticipated.

We stopped somewhere in the middle of the pit, and he glanced over his shoulder with that excited, unrestrained smile. I tried to focus on the music, the energy—but his hand stayed on my waist to keep me steady, and suddenly the concert felt a little warmer than I remembered.

Tino leaned close, shouting over the music, "Having fun yet?"

I nodded, though the sound was swallowed up by the noise. He was so close that I could see the light sheen of sweat on his brow, his eyes bright and electric. I stammered, cheeks hot. "Y-Yeah, it's amazing! I didn't think I'd be so... into it."

He laughed, squeezing my waist just a little tighter as he pulled me out of the way of a group stumbling past. "You should've told me sooner," he said, his voice light with teasing. "I wouldn't have kept you waiting so long to get out here with me."

I flushed, stumbling over my words. "I—I didn't know you'd be this... intense about it."

Tino grinned with a wink. "Guess I'm full of surprises," he said, leaning closer. "Didn't think you'd have a hard time keeping up, though. Need me to keep holding on to you?"

"Oh, I'm... I'm good!" I squeaked, but my hand stayed clenched around his shirt. He raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, and kept his arm around my waist anyway, pressing us close as the music pulsed around us. The thrill of it made me dizzy, or maybe it was just him, the way he looked at me like we were sharing some wild secret.

"You look like you're really feeling it," he chuckled, giving me a once-over. "I'll admit, I didn't think you'd look this good all riled up."

I bit my lip, words fumbling out before I could stop them. "I... I could say the same for you..."

He blinked, clearly surprised, then gave a small, pleased smirk. "Didn't know you were watching me that close. You must really be having a good time."

The heat rose in my cheeks, and I averted my gaze, barely able to meet his. "Well, you're kind of... hard to miss," I murmured.

His smile turned just a touch softer, but his grip on my waist only tightened. "Good. I'd hate to think I was losing your attention."

I swallowed, feeling every point where our bodies touched. The crowd jostled us again, pressing me even closer to him. I was sure he'd hear my heartbeat at this rate. "Y-You definitely... you definitely have my attention," I managed to stammer, glancing away in a desperate attempt to regain my composure.

Tino's laugh was low, almost like he didn't quite know why he was so pleased, but he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely. He leaned in close, so close his breath tickled my cheek. "Well, maybe I'll keep it a bit longer, then," he said, his voice soft and warm, surprising me with its sudden gentleness.