Title: Little Tiny Swing Dancing Drabble (again with the weird names!)
Author: Emma (emmabirdy) and Ofelia (unshakespearean)
Fandom: Hetalia – Axis Powers
Characters: [Germany, Italy]
Rated: K
Warnings: None
"You want to, um, swing dance?"
"Ve, yeah! This music is really popular right now. Do you know how?"
"I guess..." It was true, Gilbert had shown him how to lead, but he just wasn't musically inclined and had two left feet at that.
"Hooray!" Italy grabbed Germany's hands and as the saxophone jazz began to play through the speakers of the dance hall.
Germany did his best to ignore his pounding heart and dry throat as he and Italy performed the basic steps. He was going to look anywhere but those large, sweet, beautiful hazel eyes – nope, stop looking.
He had some recollection of twirling, so he tried dropping one of Italy's hands and spinning, uh-oh, that was the wrong way, was he still on the right step?
But Italy was laughing and that wonderful sound was all he needed to try again. Inside turn and—
Oh no. Oh no. He'd somehow gone into that somewhat awkward position with his hand right on Italy's back, still swaying to the music. Germany could feel Italy's breath on his cheek.
"Dip me now! The song's almost over!" Italy's whisper sent chills down Germany's spine. Their bodies completely pressed together now, Italy threw himself back and Germany caught him just as the music ended.
"That was fun!" Italy laughed as Germany pulled him back up. "Thanks." He pressed a quick kiss to Germany's cheek and walked over to a nearby bench.
Germany didn't think he'd ever be able to walk again.
Hey guys! Just a little cute GerIta drabble for you lovely people! Gotta love!
This one is dedicated to our senpai, Allison, goddess of swing dancing, tech crew, model congress, and being excitable. We owe you so much!
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