A bunch of hetalia oneshots/ drabbles i guess?

Lovino 3

Nobody said that being 15 was easy, especially if you're socially awkward, oh so sarcastic, and cone from a family of loud Italians. Christ, Lovino wanted nothing more than to be back at home, in black fuzzy pajama pants and a hoodie, watching a bootleg of Legally Blonde: The musical, but alas he was stuck at his grandpa's friend, Sarina's, party. It sucked. He knew nobody, the kids we either 12ish or younger and they kept running into the dark room where he was hiding. The room belonged to Sarina's son, Santiago, who he got along with, and was currently at work.

"Come on, hide in here!"

"Let's go." Said shrill kids' voices. He was understandingly upset as more of them soon barged in to find the last one. They soon spotted him, due to him scrolling through Instagram, and started asking questions.

" Who are you?" a young voice asked. Well, younger.

"I'm a ghost," said Lovino refusing to reveal himself.

"What are you the ghost of?" Said another although this one's atrocious haircut was outlined by the light coming through the hall.

Turning off his phone Lovino's peridot eyes pierced in that kid's general direction and said "I'm the ghost of dead dreams." The kid's jaw dropped. Determined to prove otherwise, the other kids tried to find a light switch. Unbeknownst to them, this room was lighted by lamps as the only switched controlled the power in this room. They soon gave up and forgot all about it and went back to hide and seek. As soon as they left, he chuckled to himself. "Ghost of dead dreams, psh." He quickly made a post on snapchat about there being to many kids and went back to scrolling on his phone. He checked the time to see when Santiago would get off. It was going to be a grueling 2 more hours.