Here's something I wrote simply because I needed more cuteness in my life. It's funny, fluffy, a tad angsty and perhaps overall cheesy. There is a good bit of choice language in it as well. This is Romano we're talking about here. Anyways, I hope you enjoy~ I don't have to tell you all I don't own Hetalia or Zumba, do I? Thought not.

"Please fratello, try one more class! For me?" Feliciano pleaded with his brother from the other end of the phone.

"No!" Lovino snapped, "I am not going to any more of those stupid classes at the rec that you suggest to me. Spinning was boring, water aerobics was lame. I kind of liked kickboxing but I got banned from the class for no reason."

"…Lovi, you kicked some of the other students on purpose."

"No reason!"

Feliciano sighed, "Please attend one more class. I'm just concerned about your weight because I love you."

Lovino scowled as he looked down at himself. He poked a finger into his fleshy stomach, feeling how it jiggled a bit at his touch. Sure he could stand to lose a few pounds (or ten) but he never felt the need to. Even when people couldn't believe that he and Feli were twins because one was so slim and pretty and the other was, well… definitely not slim. His expression deepened into an almost snarl.

"Not everyone can look like a pretty little model like you, you know," he hissed with venom. It was a natural reaction for him to take out his anger through rudeness but every time his brother was the poor victim he usually regretted it. Guilt hit him hard when he could hear the tears in Feliciano's voice.

"N-no Lovino, it isn't about how you look! I just don't want you to get s-sick and l-leave me!" he wailed into the phone. "I love you so much and I don't want you to leave me!"

"Shut up! Leave you? I'm not going to drop dead, you stupid idiot! If you'll shut your whiny mouth I'll take the damn class okay?"

"R-really?" he sniffed pathetically. Lovino rolled his eyes.

"Yes really. So stop your damn crying. It's annoying. What is the class anyways?"


"Zumba? What the fuck is a 'Zumba'?" Lovi muttered to himself. Whatever it was it sounded beyond stupid, but regardless of that there he was, wearing sweatpants and an old t-shirt, arriving at dance room three as was instructed by the woman at the front desk. Ugh. He just wanted to just go home, crash on the couch and watch hour upon hour of Netflix.

Not to his surprise the room was filled with at least thirty females ranging from the age of college student to retiree. He got a few curious glances and bemused smirks from the women which he tried his best to ignore as he shuffled his way to the back of the room. A good five minutes of awkward standing passed. Frequently he checked the time on his smart phone. When was the stupid class supposed to start? As if some mighty god above was reading Lovi's mind, a sudden voice interrupted his grumpy thoughts.

"Alright ladies, who's ready for a fitness fiesta?~" The room erupted in crazed cheers. The little Italian's eyebrow slooowly rose. A man had entered- no- pranced into the room. He was dressed in a formfitting tank top and workout shorts that exposed a very nice amount of pleasantly tanned skin. His gorgeous look was completed by perfectly messy brunette hair and green eyes that sparkled like his smile. He was a guy of supermodel quality. And obviously the room full of women didn't realize that he was as gay as a double rainbow.

The instructor set a laptop on a chair and plugged it in. After a few clicks music began to blare from the speakers around the room. The women began to line up into rows, their hands clapping to the quick Latin rhythms. Not wanting to look any more stupid than he already felt, Lovi hurried to follow along. With stiff, awkward movements he clapped, marching half-heartedly to the beat.

"Hola, everyone! For those of you who are new to my class my name is Antonio," he called above the music. "I hope you are ready to shake your hips and dance your heart out, because I am going to make you sweat! Let's get ready for Zumba!"

The next few minutes were a blur of confusion. Lovino just couldn't seem to keep rhythm like the women around him who followed Antonio's every move with ease. When they went left, he went right. When they went right, he was spinning around. It was beyond embarrassing, so Lovi began to try less and less. By the fifth song he was basically just standing there. Despite the fact that he wasn't even participating the instructor periodically sent a goofy smile in his direction. That only served to somehow piss him off about the situation even more. Who knew that was possible?

Halfway through class Antonio stopped for a two minute break. While the women wiped the sweat off their brows and sipped electrolyte enhanced water, Lovi slunk off to sulk against the wall and check his messages. 'Hope you like the class!' read a text from his brother. Lovino had to resist the all too powerful urge to throw his phone across the room and watch it shatter.

"You are new to my class, si?"

Just by hearing the annoying (though admittedly sexy) accent Lovi knew who was bothering him. A scowl forming on his face, he didn't even bother to look up from his phone when he sharply shot back a response.

"No shit. You haven't seen me here before, have you? So of course I'm new." Apparently the biting rudeness didn't repel the Zumba instructor one bit. In fact, it seemed to only encourage him to talk more.

"Terrific! I am always so happy to see new faces around here. I love teaching this class because it's so much fun, don't you think? Zumba is the greatest. You seem to be enjoying yourself a lot."

At that Lovino just had to look up. No one could be that stupid, could they? He sneered in Antonio's grinning face. "How much of an idiot are you? You really think that I'm enjoying myself?"

Perhaps Antonio answering the second question with a large, carefree smile just acted as an answer to the first. "Si, you look like you are having a great time! But you do not move your hips enough; you need to move them more. This is Latin dance! There must be passion when you move. Allow me to show you." Before Lovino could even protest he found two strong hands rested on his plush hips. "Like this, see? Back and forth-"

"AH!" Flailing his arms like he was fighting for his life, he pushed Antonio away from him. "What are you doing, fucking bastard! You can't just touch people like that, it's creepy and weird!"

He gave that stupid grin again, laughing, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." The look in his eyes told a story other than being apologetic though. "Well, it's time for class to start again. Are ready for more Zumba?"

"Are you ready for me to punch you in your stupid face if you ever ask me such an idiotic question again?"

That stupid. Damn. Grin. "I love your energy! Now just put that into the dance. Let's get it moving, little tomato." He jogged to the front of the room and turned on the next playlist.

It took a few moments for him to react. "W-what!? Why a tomato?" Lovino screeched over the music.

"Because your face looks like one when you blush!" He called back, clapping his hands to the beat.

"I was not blushing you bastard son of a fucking-"

"Less mouth moving and more hip moving!~"


The moment class ended Lovino snatched up his phone and stomped out without a word. His face was flush, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. That idiot Antonio had actually worked him out hard. Who knew that doing the cha-cha to Enrique Iglesias music could make you break such a sweat? Certainly not Lovi, and God did he hate it. Sweating was gross. He'd much rather spend his life being sedentary and nonphysical. So what if he wasn't as attractive as his brother? So what if people, even members of his own family, gave him disgusted glances that he just knew were about his weight. So what if he hated himself, hated his body, it didn't fucking matter! Lovino sniffed. He hadn't even realized that he had started to cry. Getting into his car he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. Great. He was a fat, sweaty, pathetically lonely crying loser. Could his day get any better?

"Sir? Sir, are you alright?" A tap of fingers against the car window yanked Lovino away from his pity party.

"What the hell! Why does some damn stranger care- Oh. It's just you, bastard." Antonio motioned for him to roll down the window. Against his better judgement he did. "What?"

"Are you okay? When I passed by it looked like you were crying. And you left so quickly after class I got concerned."

The Italian spat the word, "Concerned. Why the hell do you care? I'm just a piece of shit you don't even know."

"Don't say something like that about yourself! I would like to get to know you, if you'd let me…" He reached through the window to gently place a hand on the other's shoulder. Those lovely green eyes held a look of such genuine care. Lovino had never been looked at in such a way before. It made his heart skip a beat. Perhaps he was finally having a heart attack from all the cannoli he ate, though to his dismay he quickly realized that it was probably something much worse happening to him.

"Get… get your damn hand off of me," he growled half-heartedly. Antonio retracted the limb with the look of a kicked puppy across his features. Lovi sighed, averting his gaze. "You're not going to get to know me, bastard. I don't want to see you again, no matter how handsome you are."

Antonio blinked, staying quiet for a moment. "You… think I'm handsome, do you? You know I think that you are pretty cute yourself." Not only did he give his usual imbecile grin but he had the nerve to wink as well.

"Don't be a smartass like that, it's fucking cruel," Lovi snapped coldly. "I'm not cute. I'm fat and I'm gross. Now leave me alone, don't you have a bridge to go jump off of?"

"You keep saying such terrible things! You may be a little larger than most but that doesn't make you any less beautiful. The fire in your eyes is the brightest I've ever seen. Your blush is adorable and you look so soft and warm I just want to hug you and cuddle you all night long-"

"S-shut up you fucking idiot!" he barked in response. He hated how he could feel his face erupt in red. "Can't you get it through that thick skull of yours that I don't like you? Take a hint!"

Finally it seemed that Lovino had succeeded in bringing the Spaniard down a few notches. "Oh. I see, of course. Does that mean you won't be coming to any more of my classes?" He stuck his bottom lip out in a childish pout. How Antonio could manage to actually pull at heartstrings with his pathetic expression was totally beyond Lovi. He was like a wide-eyed little puppy; you just couldn't stay mad.

"Damnit, I never said that!" he yelled. "Now get out of my way before I run your ass down!" He stomped his foot to the pedal, lurching forwards a few feet. Antonio took a leap back but seemed unconcerned.

"Does that mean I'll see my little tomato again?"

"My name is Lovino not tomato, you jackass! Yes, you'll see me again. So move your ass, damn you!" And with that he zoomed off, leaving his Zumba instructor smiling like a love-struck idiot in the parking lot.

In the case that someone actually wants it I could write a little epilogue to this. I got a few ideas about it in my head. You all already know what us authors crave on this site. Do as you see fit.