Let the World Sing; Hetalia Oneshot Book

Dancing Isn't My Thing; Sweden x Reader

Yeah... I don't want to correct my mistakes. I am to depressed and lazy.

"Come on (Y/N)! Don't you want to find the love of your life?!" Eliza practically screamed at you as you read. You closed your book slowly and looked at her with a settled, relaxed expression.

"Sure! I'll just offer myself to a bunch of strangers, just like you!" You exclaimed in a bubbly, yet sarcastic fashion. Eliza rolled her eyes, but continued to pester.

"Haha! Very funny (Y/N)! Still, you can find tons of people at the club! I have been able to find all types of guys there!" Eliza added.

"Wow! So you admit that you have dated every guy in existence?" You ask sarcastically.

"Hmph! Shut up will you? Whatever, you are going no matter what!" To be clear, you never went to the club with Eliza. You never got how she could flirt so much in a couple of hours. Both you and Eliza were young adult, just trying to get threw life. Lately, Eliza has been trying to get you a boyfriend so she didn't have to deal with you anymore. Have you ever watched The Big Bang Theory? Yeah... you were like Sheldon Copper and Eliza was like Leonard. For example, you walked into her room to get a roll of toilet paper, but accidentally walked in when she was having sex. Yup... she wanted you gone, but you didn't want to find a boyfriend, due to you not being "material." One night however changed everything, "(Y/N)! You got to come to this party and there is NO backing down!"

"Why would you think that?" You asked, looking up from your book. She slammed a flyer in your face. Once you knew what it was you screamed, "H-High School Reunion!"

"Yes! You finally have to go to a party! With me!" Eliza cheered. Before you could say a word, Eliza pulled you into her room and started to take out clothes for you and her to wear.

"Eliza? You do realize that no one is going to want to see you partly naked, right?" You asked, as you held up long divot v-neck crop top. She embarrassingly snatched her crop top and put it back in her closet.

"What are you going to wear than?" Eliza asked.

"What I am wearing?" You answered. The current outfit in question was a large grey hoodie, grey sweatpants, and your hair in a sloppy ponytail. Eliza shook her head and dragged you to your own room. She looked into your closet and picked an outfit for you to wear. The outfit was athletic black leggings, a black tank top, an unbuttoned red flannel, and finally some black flats. It was plain but nice, so you wore it to the reunion. Eliza knocked on the door and Abigail Sanders answered it.

"Oh hey Eliza and... wait is that you (Y/N)?! I haven't seen you in decades! What's going on?" Abigail beamed as she lead you both inside.

"Honestly, I am surprised you even remember my name..." You breathed as you avoided eye contact. Abigail and Eliza frowned at your actions.

"Well... um... you were just ugly, so we didn't really want to hang out." Abigail explained, as she scratched the back of her neck. Eliza looked at you with wide eyes before she face palmed at Abigail's mistake.

"'Didn't really want to hang out?!' You and your friends bullied me since 8th grade, but like you said, 'it's all behind us' right?!" I shouted softly, trying not to draw any attention.

"Um... Right. Well you two enjoy the party!" Abigail welcomed before she left to see her other friends. Eliza looked at you in pity for that conversation, but quickly left to dance with guys from High School. After an hour, you got some water in a cup and watched everyone talk and dance. You thought it was useless that the stupid cliques and groups were all still friends, and just the same they ignored your presence. A guy once and awhile would try to re-introduce himself, but you wouldn't respond. As you went to the kitchen to refill your water, you bumped into someone. You looked up to the tall, blond Swedish boy you fell for in High School.

"B-Berwald?! I'm sorry for running into you." And, you just died on the inside for stuttering.

"Eh, no problem. It's fine." Berwald spoke. To avoid anymore awkwardness, you got your water and left the kitchen. As you walked, you remembered the first time you met Berwald. You were walking out of the High School bathroom, as you held a bruised cheek. Suddenly, you bumped into Berwald. At the time, he was still taller than you and was rather skinny. You on the other hand, had tons of blemishes and a nerdy pair of glasses. He told you to be careful and to go to the nurse about the bruise. You didn't think the bruise was serious so you went to class instead. When he saw you again the same day, he took you to the infirmiry himself and patched you up. That is when you started to like him. You guessed it wasn't to different from the encounter you had in the kitchen, but it probably was a coincidence. When you sat where you were before, you watched everyone dance with there past crushes and talk to old friends.

"Alright girls! Get with the guy you liked in High School!" Abigail yelled as she managed the mini-DJ system. You glanced at Berwald being massacred by all the girl that liked him in High School. You let out a sigh as you watched everyone dance. Berwald decided to dance with Samantha Brimms, whose was the most popular girl in High School. Secretly you wanted to replace yourself with Samantha right then and there, but you were too shy for anything like that. When the dance was over, Abigail signaled the guys to choose the girl they liked in High School. After a couple seconds, someone tapped you shoulder. 'B-Berwald!!' You thought as he looked at you. A fierce red hot blush swept you face, before you looked away from him.

"Would you like to dance (Y/N)?" Berwald asked.

"Um... I appreciate the offer, but dancing isn't my thing..." You declined as you looked away from him. Something unusual was plastered on his face, when you looked at him again. Berwald, a.k.a Mr. Stoic, was smiling down at you.

"That was exactly what I wanted to hear. Do you want to talk outside?" He questioned. You accepted and talked with him threw the whole party. You grew comfortable with Berwald and you hoped you did the same for him. As you laughed about something stupid, a question popped into  your head.

"Berwald? You wanted me to dance when Abigail said to dance with the girl you liked, so why did you choose me?"

"For that very reason. I fell in love with you in High School. I didn't realize it until after the first time we met. You know, when I patched up your bruise."

"Y-You l-liked me in H-High School?" You said, barely containing a blush. He nodded slowly as a little pink blush pained his cheeks. You couldn't believe it! Your crush did the impossible!! He liked you too!!! "S-So... um... if you don't want to... can I... um... have your phone number?" You asked.

"Yeah sure." Berwald pulled out a card from his pocket and gave it you. 'Berwald's a doctor and a scientist? WOW! I am just a failing writer, "Hey? What wrong?"

"Huh... oh, nothing!"

"I was wondering (Y/N)..." Berwald spoke, "Can we meet up sometime?"

"L-Like a date?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah. I want to see where you and I go."

"Sure."

Sweden's Secret:

Even though Sweden is large, intimidating, and somewhat scary, he has a soft spot. Once he falls in love with someone, he tries to be more talkative and tries to please the one he loves. He such a lover-bug! :3