Author's note: This was originally "Through Red Eyes" But that was taken down. I'm re uploading it. Enjoy! I don't own Hetalia or any songs, by the way.
"your name isn't on the list, so no entry" said the burly bouncer firmly. You sighed.
"What a waste of time" you thought to yourself. You didn't want to be here. Your best friend Michelle had begged and practically guilt tripped you into going to a popular student run night club near your private school. All this just to see a band play. However, Michelle forgot that you'd need connections to get into the club, and as you both were sophomores, you didn't have any. Michelle had found this out and gone straight home before even arrived, leaving you with a very angry bouncer and no ride home.
"Fine" you huffed at the man blocking your path into the building. "It's not like I wanted to be here anyways!" Yu turned to start the very long walk home when you heard a voice from behind the bouncer.
"It's alright Bruno, she's with me." You spun around to see a familiar face grinning at you. Oh, you knew that face well. It was the face that nearly every girl in school had in her locker, the face that your friends all went crazy over. A face that made you want to yell in frustration. Gilbert Beilschmidt, the very same Gilbert Beilschmidt that drummed for BTT, the band everyone was here to see, was now walking over to you.
"Oh, no I'm not" you started to protest, but was cut off by Gilbert grabbing your arm and pulling you into a small backroom in the building.
As soon as the bouncer was out of sight, you jerked away from the grinning albino. "I didn't need you to do that" you snapped at him. "I was just about to leave"
"Bit libeling," the upperclassman started. "You have to stay for the first set at least! A gorgeous girl like you shouldn't be home alone on a Friday night!"
You opened your mouth to say something, but shut it again as two more people walked into the small room. You recognized them as Francis Bonnefoy, singer for the band, and Antonio Carriedo, guitar player.
"Hey Gil, we have to start soon so lets-" the guitarist stopped as he noticed you. "Who's this?"
Gilbert grinned. "This is (Your Name). She's here to see us play"
"Actually," you said, moving towards the door "I was just about to-" For the second time that night you were cut off, this time by Francis wrapping his arm around your waist and tilting your head up to look at him.
"Ohonhonhonh, another fan? Well I'll make sure to give you a backstage tour after the show."
You moved away from the blonde as you realized what he was implying. Just as you were about to yell at him for being a pervert, Antonio smacked him upside the head. "Knock it off Francis, you know the rules."
Francis grumbled and leaned against the wall. "Yeah, Yeah, who ever finds the fan girl gets first dibs."
You gaped at the singer. Did they really think you were that easy? You quickly recomposed yourself and started your path to the door again. "Well that's a great rule, boys, except for one thing." The trio looked at you curiously. "I happen to not like this band" You reached for the door knob, but were stopped by the albino grabbing you wrist.
"That." he said simply. "Is not possible."
"Yeah," quipped the Spaniard. "Every girl in school loves us!"
You rolled your eyes. "You just found the one girl who doesn't."
Gilbert looked at you, confused, before pulling out a sharpie and writing some numbers on your hand. "Call me" he said as he let go of your wrist.
With out another word, you walked out of the building and started the trek home, leaving the trio standing there in a slight daze.
Later that night, as you drifted to sleep, you had one last fleeting thought before the reaches of sleep claimed you…"How did he know my name?"
Author's note: sorry for any mistakes, my beta is on vacation.
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