Hey guys, I know I haven't been writing for a while and I'm sorry. I'm even more sorry because I like to end chapters with a cliffhanger lol. But this is something I wrote in my English class, it's a "warmup" for our memoir we're writing. Hetalia isn't mine and never will be.
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Roderick pulled his old, silver Honda into an open spot and sighed, turning the key. He looked to his right and stared at the small bouquet of white lilies, Elizabeta's favorite flower. His whole body shook as he reached over to them, he hesitated, "it's to early to do this... Maybe tomorrow?", he ran his hand throw his nearly black hair, "no I need to do this, I can't chicken out like I always do." Determined, he grabbed the white flowers and got out of his car.
Elizabeta, the love of his life, had long, wavy, light brown hair, emerald green eyes, and an adorable Hungarian accent. They had been best friends for as long as he could remember; mostly because Elizabeta protected him from bullies, she had always been stronger then him.
He walked into the red bricked high school, heading towards his and Elizabeta's usual hang out spot. Roderick could barely move as he walked throw the narrow hallways, trying desperately to protect the fragile flowers. When he finally made it, he was glad to see Elizabeta was the only one there, with a small smile he started to walk towards her. "Hey, Elizabeta?" He asked with the bouquet behind his back.
As she turned around, Roderick's eyes went wide. Keeping the flowers in hand, he grabbed her shoulders gently and looked at her face. Her eyes were red and puffy, and he could see where tears had ran down her face, "What happened Liz?" He almost whispered. She looked at him, just like normal.
"I'm okay, it's just that douche, Gilbert, is spreading rumors again." Before Roderick could speak, she changed the subject, "What are those lilies for?"
Roderick had honestly forgot about asking her to prom, and now that he had his chance, he froze up. His face went red instantly and he started to stutter. Elizabeta realized almost immediately and giggled. She grabbed the flowers from his hand, and examined them. After she was done, she held out the flowers to Roderick, "Would you go to the dance with me?"