Hetalia At Its Finest One-Shots

Just Let Me Go

A/N: so this is what I've been working on, writing little by little. I've been at school for the past week now and I will try to keep up, because usually when I come home all I want to do is relax, and eat. And get work done, so there WILL be a part two, coming soon!

"(Y/N)!" Gilbert called to you.

You were sitting on the couch with Ludwig talking about some things about drawing, yes, you were teaching him how to draw. Since he couldn't. At all. Well he could, but he's just not too confident but anyway, you looked over to Gilbert and sighed. "What? What do you need?" You asked, a bit curious on what he wanted you for.

You were at the annual get together for the countries, you were a proud nation, with the daring name of (country name). But you were also an artisan.

"Play spin the bottle with us, Frau! It'll be fun!" He tried to entice you. You looked over to Ludwig for an answer and he sighed. "Let's go play, it can't be that stupid."

You chuckled at his comment and got up with him, then sat in the circle. The rest of the nations already in the circle and talking amongst themselves until Gilbert called for attention. "Ja! People! We will now play!" And with that he set his empty beer bottle in the middle of the circle. He looked at you with a smirk. He was the only one besides Francis who knew about your little crush on a certain Spaniard.

And just to your luck he sat across from you, next to one of two favorite Italians, Romano. He was pouting because the pasta hadn't been ready and that someone stole his damned tomato. You giggled softly. But your eyes drifted to the Spaniard, he locked eyes with you and had a sort of glint in his expression, you just couldn't read it. You shrugged it off until Gilbert called for everyone's attention again, Austria and France had been called for the kiss.

The Germanic and French nations had crawled to the circle. Austria furiously pouting and nonetheless leaned in, kissing the Frenchman on the cheek, but Francis being the little devil he was he moved and kissed Roderich straight on his lips. And he was rather disgusted. He pulled away while kiku and Elizabeta. //Probably wrong// practically died, the yaoi trio had gone wild, they took photos as they parted ways, Francis chuckled at Roderich's reaction, he was utterly upset and refused to play anymore, he got up and went to the kitchen.

"Well, he's out." Alfred smiled, looking to you. "So how's the CS?" He asked, it was your little code with the American for Crush on Spain. You sighed. "I don't know if I want to confess." You pulled your sweater around you. "Why not? (Y/N), if you won't, then I'll do it..!" He smirked. You blinked, "And how will you do that?"

"Watch." After that Alfred went and scooted to Francis, who was about to spin the beer bottle, whispering something into his ear, the Frenchmen nodded and laughed his signature laugh. "Oui, sounds like a great idea!"

And with that, Francis spun the bottle and just to your dismay, it landed on you. You looked around nervously and see everyone's reactions, Ivan smiling in his seat, Ludwig's eye twitching. And the worst of all, Antonio's crestfallen, even Lovino looked surprised at his sudden change. Everyone knows he's happy, but this, this changed the game entirely. You were dragged from your thoughts.

"(Y/N)~" a Frenchmen cooed, waiting for you in the middle of the circle. You sighed softly and blushed that you had practically dozed off. You made your way to the middle of the circle on your knees. Francis waited for you, a smug expression on his face. "What?" You asked, looking at him and feeling rather guilty about the Spaniard. "Non, it's nothing," he pulled you by the arm slightly and placed his hand on your cheek. He learned the trick from America. "Play along." He whispered, then stuck his thumb over her lips as he leaned in, everyone watching with their specified expressions.

You blushed hard, thinking about Antonio the entire time. Though before you knew it, the fake kiss was over and there was shouting. "Antonio! Where are you going..?!" Belgium called after him, getting up. You blinked and stood as well, worried. "I zhink we took zhe plan too 'ar." Francis sighed softly, Gilbert already by you two. "We need to go check out what's wrong," he looked serious. But nonetheless looked to the crowd. "You guys continue playing!" And with that statement, you followed the Spaniard and the Belgian woman.

~Rather Minor Time Skip~

You and the two members of the BTT had gotten outside and saw Belgium and Antonio in the back yard under the tree talking. You three immediately went quiet and watched the scene unfold. "Wait.." Prussia whispered. Watching the two nations talk after a moment something happened that made your heart shatter. Belgium kissed Antonio, and he didn't look like he was hesitating to return it either, this made your heart break. Your sudden and fast arising urge to cry choke at the back of your throat, by the time the couple noticed you and Francis, as well as Gilbert it was too late. Antonio looked shocked, just as much as Belgium was. You turned and ran back inside.

"(Y/N)!" Belgium called after you, getting up and rushing towards the door. Antonio followed but Francis and Gilbert stopped him. "Amigos, this isn't the time.." He mumbled. "What was that..?" Francis asked, getting a bit over protective of you. "We were just talking and she just, she kissed me ok? Let me past." Antonio tried again. Gilbert sighed. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"What wasn't?" Antonio asked, looking at them with various emotions present in his saddened eyes. Gilbert looked guilty, Francis looked away. "What was? Tell me!" Antonio looked a bit more angry. "We were trying to get you jealous so you could confess to (Y/N)!" Gilbert shouted. "(y/n) likes you too! So she even agreed to do it as long as she got to tell you how she felt and this happened and it's just--"

"Save it." The Spaniard cut him off and pushed past them.

Meanwhile you grabbed your coat, tears staining your cheeks as you went for your bag as well. "(y/n)? What's wrong?" Arthur asked you, the others decided to disassemble and do their own thing, so it was awfully noisy. "(y/n)!" You heard Belgium call again, pushing through various nations. "I have to go." You sniffled and shook your head. "Dear, what's wrong." He looked at you, stopping you.

"Just let me go.." You pleaded, giving him the 'ill-tell-you-later' expression. He sighed in understanding. "Just let me drive you home at least."

You sighed again and left with him, just in time as the four went to see where you were, you and Arthur were already down the block. His car speeding off.

"So what truly happened?"

*to be continued in part two!*