(My first published Fan-Fiction, I hope you like it! –Itite Emakoiji xxx)
Ballroom Dance at Austria's
A Hetalia Romano x Canada Fan-Fiction
Romano sat in the chair across the room, glaring at every couple that waltzed past, playing with the dark curl on the right side of his head. He wasn't dancing. Not only did he not want to, but he didn't even have a partner! Even his brother Italy had a partner! But it was Germany and Germany had always loved Italy, even though he wouldn't ever admit it. Romano always thought that Germany liked Italy more because he looked after Italy. But, if he was following that logic, surely Spain should like him? And what to dance with him? But no, Spain, France and Prussia, the Bad Touch Trio, had disappeared off to Austria's bathroom together, leaving Romano to sit and fume alone.
"That bastard!" said Romano, rolling his 'r's. "Leaving me here, forcing me to look like a…" he trailed off, surprised. Directly across the room from him, staring, only just visible, was a blond-haired blue-eyed shy man. Romano squinted. Yes, the man was definitely looking at him. Romano went to stand up and the man twitched and stood up with him. Beginning to march over, Romano started going towards the man to demand what the hell he thought he was doing, when the man also started drawing closer to the centre of the room. They drew close and Romano finally recognised him.
"Ca-Canada, right?" he said.
Canada smiled. "That's me."
Romano was rather taken aback by the smile and he forgot why he had walked over to Canada in the first place.
"I, uh, I like your bear…" he stuttered nervously, unable to take his brown eyes off Canada's baby-blue ones. Canada smiled timidly at Romano and blushed. And it was a cute blush.
At that point, the music changed. Austria started playing a slow, moving waltz. Romano relented. He smiled at Canada and raised a hand, palm upwards invitingly. Canada looked at it.
"Shall we dance?" Romano said softly and Canada took his hand passionately and smiled.