Hey, since the previous chapter was so...depressing I made sure this one was a lot happier. Seriously, I hate writing angsty stuff. What on earth possessed me to write that last chapter? This is for a guest (I assume they're a guest unless their name is really Hey Hey) who wanted PruAme. I've never written it but I gave it a go.

Song: I Don't Dance

Alfred scowled when a wadded up piece of paper hit the back of his head for the third time. He'd gone to the library to cram in some much needed study for a Chemistry test but how was he supposed to concentrate when someone was constantly harassing him. He didn't even need to turn around to know who it was either. Julchen Beilschmidt, one of the most popular girls at Hetalia High School and a grade above Alfred who was a Sophomore. For weeks now it seemed like she'd been seeking Alfred out just to bug him. Before school started, lunch, between classes and basically any other times she could find him. Don't get the wrong idea, she wasn't bullying him, but she was so annoying! Like, even more annoying than he could be! That took a lot of skill.

His patience finally broke when he heard her crumple up another piece of paper. Alfred turned around angrily and was just able to catch the paper before it hit him. Julchen grinned at him from her table and winked. She was odd looking to say the least. Being albino, her long, wild hair was a snowy white and her eyes a deep crimson that contrasted sharply with her pale skin. She sported a faint scar on her left cheek and whenever someone asked how she'd gotten it her story changed every time, each of them more wild and outlandish than before. Despite all of this though was very pretty and could have had any guy she wanted from the Junior or the Senior class (except for his brother, Arthur, but that was because Arthur was dating Francois). So why was she devoting her time to pestering a Sophomore?

"What do you want, Beilschmidt?" Alfred hissed.

Julchen smirked and stood up before slowly walking over to Alfred's table. She placed a hand on the table, effectively trapping Alfred against the wall the table pushed up against. Alfred gulped and tried to conceal his uneasiness. Julchen's smirk grew and she cackled, "Someone voke up on the zhe wrong side of zhe bed!"

Oh yeah, she was also a German transfer student and Alfred just so happened to find German accents very sexy- what?! NO! Alfred forced his thoughts away from her incredible accent and focused on glaring at her. "Can you just go? I've got enough to worry about without you making it worse."

Julchen ignored him and looked at the notes spread out on the table. "Ooh, chemistry? Ich liebe chemistry! Who's you teacher?"

"Mr. Braginski."

With a shudder Julchen leaned back a bit, "Wow, zhat's so unawesome. Sucks to be you."

Alfred nodded, "Tell me about it." He glanced at her, "So, is there a reason you're here or are you just entertaining yourself?"

A sudden change came over the German girl. Her cocky arrogance seemed to leave her and it left behind a girl who tugged at her long hair and avoided his eyes. She grabbed a chair from a nearby table and dragged it over so she could sit down. One hand running over her thigh over and over, she asked, "So... um, are you going to prom?"

This took Alfred completely off guard. Why would she ask him that? True is was only a month away but... "Uh... not unless I'm invited. Freshmen and Sophomores can't go you know," he answered. Julchen brightened and she opened her mouth-

BUZZZZZZZZZZ!

Alfred looked at the clock and groaned. That had been the warning bell, he had six minutes to get to his first class... which was chemistry. Julchen watched him grab his notes and stuff them in his backpack before venturing to ask, "But vould you go if you could?"

"Go where?" he pushed past her and headed for the library doors. Julchen hissed in annoyance and followed him,

"Go to prom, you dummkopf!"

He didn't have a clue what she'd just called him so Alfred went to the standard fallback, "Ditto."

"Klugscheißer. Answer zhe question!" By now they were in the hall and a wave of students was descending on them and the noise level was increasing. This, along with Julchen's condescending tone, was the straw that broke the camel's back. Alfred whirled around to face her. Even though she was his senior by a year he towered over her.

"No! I wouldn't want to go to the prom even if someone asked me!"

Julchen flinched at his harsh tone but quickly recovered. "Vhy? You afraid?" Alfred turned his back on her and walked away, maybe he could lose her in the crowd. No such luck. She grabbed his arm, just above his wrist, and clung to it. He tried to ignored both her taunts and the electric thrill that went up and down his arm at her touch. "You are afraid! Ksesese! Do you still zhink girls have cooties or somezhing?"

"It's just a stupid dance! Why would I want to waste my time for something like that. Besides, I don't dance."

"I'm sure you can!"

"Not a chance."

Julchen pouted and finally let go. "Alright spielverderber. Have it your vay. But I know you'll dance sometime soon~!" She flounced off down a side hallway and left Alfred all alone in the sea of students. He watched her leave for a minute then shook his head in confusion.

The last warning bell ran and he jumped in alarm, "Crap!" He sprinted up a flight of stairs and swerved into his class just as the bell rang.

Mr. Braginski looked up from his desk, "That was close, Alfred. I hope you don't make it a habit. That would be bad, da?" Alfred shivered and nodded curtly. He practically fell into his chair and wearily let his backpack fall to the floor. A groan escaped his lips when he saw Mr. Braginski passing out the test papers. Stupid, sexy German... what's her deal? First she pesters me for weeks and then she keeps asking me weird stuff about the prom.

As usual, Alfred was completely clueless.

This... was a lot of fun to write! XD Poor Alfred, aside from Feliciano I don't think anyone is less observant than you!

Also, I don't trust Google Translate (I think it's friends with the cake, it lies) so if any German speaker sees anything funny about the stuff Julchen says please tell me and tell me how to fix it!

klugscheißer - smart ass
spielverderber - spoilsport

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