So I haven't really watched/read much hetalia, I just saw some fan art of these two and I love them. So I wrote this. Also I ship female Italy with Germany.
I don't own any of this.
"Shall we dance?" His arrogant smirk lacking its usual hint of jest. Much to my surprise I could find no reason to refuse his request.
"I-uh." Words had failed me. I could not retort with my standard witty comment. All I could do was throw sense aside and watch as I, Elizabeta Hungary, walked on to the dance floor with Gilbert Prussia. His white hair is slicked back in a most attractive way which accents his usual blue outfit-dress thing extremely well. His red eyes connect with my green ones as one of his hands grasps mine; the other slides gently around to my back, I place my arm on top of his.
The music begins, slow, soft, and warm. We glide around the room in perfect sync with the other couples swaying to the music. Gilbert's silence is, to say the least, unsettling. When his smirk shifts into a full-fledged smile, this cause's increased panic, my heart is pounding a million beats a minute; what is wrong with me. Prussia chuckles.
"What is so funny?" We step and twirl around the Ancient Germanic
Ballroom.
"Just you." He says simply, as if that's a valid response.
"And what exactly about me is humorous?" I ask, my irritation seeping into every word.
"What you are wearing, it's a dress." I huff, of course I'm wearing a dress. I am a tomboy, and I do prefer my pants over a skirt, but I have enough decency to wear a formal gown when attending a wedding. When Italy called me and told me Germany had proposed to her I went straight over to visit France. He whipped this up just for me. A long, floor length emerald green mermaid gown; simple but elegant, that's what France said.
"I can wear dresses. I am a girl, you know." The music quickly began to fade, signaling its near conclusion. Many of the dancing pairs had already evacuated the dance floor. I started to pull away from Prussia when his grip tightens and I find myself being reclined my left foot suspended. I grip on to his shoulders, trying not to fall. He leans his head close to my ear.
"Oh, I know." I'm not sure how, but I soon find myself standing alone in the middle of the dance floor. For a second I could have sworn I enjoyed dancing with Prussia, but how. Where's a frying pan when you need one.
Hope you like it. And again I don't really follow hetalia so if it's inaccurate I apologize.
