Hetalia one shots

Not cute

Hetalia and other pop culture references are not owned by me. Enjoy!

Ship(s): Prussia x Nyotalia Romano, Japan x Italy

Nyo Romano POV
These days can get SO BORING! All you do is sleep and go to meetings. To make matters worse, I'm surrounded by men! Some may call that a blessing but these guys get old. France is up to his usual flirty tricks, Spain is nagging some countries who got to close to my pure hearted brothers, and then there's Prussia. God forbid he try and brush his hair. These three and my brothers are the only ones who can know my secrets. They're like family to me. Even if they are annoying.

The meeting goes on as usual. Slow and boring. Only I noticed something. My brother is all over his friend. The one that doesn't like being touched. Boy do I feel bad for him. He looks like he's given up, which can't be good. Once they give up, my little brother tries flirting. This man seems to want the opposite of that. I find myself getting so caught upon watching them that I didn't even hear Prussia talking til he tapped my shoulder. "Are you even listening!" He complained. His purple eyes bore into me with an intense energy that made me nervous. He always made me nervous. Getting into trouble all the time.

"Nope," I confirmed. I could feel heat coming from his body. Why does he always have to be so close? It's kinda weird.

"I said you should probably stop staring at them. I'm better to stare at anyway," he repeated. He looked at me like I was either gonna hit him or kiss him. Instead I flat out ignored him.

"What? Did I offend you or something?" He asked. I still ignored him, trying not to laugh. He can be funny to mess with. "Sorry, sorry. I'm just bored. Wanna talk?" He leaned back, raising an eyebrow. I let a smile on my face and turned to find my other brother was busy flirting with three girls who just wanted to touch his hair. It looks so soft even I'm tempted.

"You know, I think you'd look cute with your hair grown out," Prussia muttered to me. His eyes were once again locked with mine. I felt my face get red.

"Shut up!" I whispered back. I turned my head so he wouldn't see my face. I hoped it wasn't noticeable.

Time skip~

There was a pretty big party that my brother was throwing. If there's a meeting then why not. Everyone's already here. Only I know what happens at these parties. A few hours of dancing and drinking and suddenly your making out with your old enemy in the closet. Almost everyone has had that experience. I don't mean to brag but many have said I'm a good kisser. Even when drunk.

So the party was about to begin. One thing I don't like is that I have to wear a suit. Very few know I'm a girl. I was targeted a lot as a kid, so Spain suggested I pretend to be male. At least I'd get more respect. I honestly kinda like it. More freedom. I'm not expected to be a perfect little princess. I just wish I could wear skirts.

I dressed myself in a grey suit and combed my hair. Looking in the mirror, I felt kinda worried. These parties are always risky. Sometimes too risky. Walking out the door I saw my brother. He had this look on his face. Like he was planning something.

"What are you going to do?" I questioned. "You look suspicious."

"Nothing, nothing. Just feeling confident," he spoke nervously. I noticed his curl twitch. He was keeping something to himself. I decided not to press yet. I'd wait til he had a few drinks. Then he'd talk.

We walked into the party to see just about everyone was there. I stepped toward Hungary, who was fun at these events, only to be whisked away by someone. Prussia. Of course he would want to talk. And that always took forever. He smiled and began chatting, though I couldn't pay attention. I found myself watching my brother flirt. Why hadn't he grabbed someone to dance with. That was the first thing he usually did.