Thanks for reviewing~! Ooooh, I might start a drabble series soon. It's gonna have crack, randomness, romance, angst, and maybe even more~ But then again, I still have a crap ton of other stuff to do. WHY I FAIL SO BAD? OTL

Hetalia © Hidekaz Himaruya
You © yourself until Prussia invades your vital regions.

Sorry for any errors!

It was a quiet day, which was unusual considering your school was well-known for being the loudest since it was all about music. You were sitting next to the window on your maple-colored desk, humming a slight tune as you polished your Electric Guitar. It was midnight black, dark purple lightning streaks covering both sides.

You're one of the top guitarist in this music school, one you've been attending for about six months now. It didn't take long for you to reach this rank, music was in your blood. It came naturally, but there is always room for improvement. You had gotten a scholarship easily with your natural talent, and you were enjoying it to every extent.

You had made a few friends since joining, a somewhat uptight Englishman, loud American, and a guy who claims to be the most awesome person alive. They all played guitar as well, being in your class that was strictly made for playing the amazing instrument. It shocked you a little that your British friend, Arthur, even liked it. From the way his personality came off, you thought he was into classical music, like that guy who plays piano, Roderich.

You started blushing when your Prussian crush invaded your mind once more. Why you liked him was still a complete mystery. Besides, he's such a pervert! You blamed that French guy he always hanged around with. You didn't remember what instrument he played, but anyone who went to this school knew of his lecherous ways. A slight shudder went through you as that memory of him 'flirting' with you came back. Shaking your head side to side, you didn't even notice the door opening, or the steps coming your way.

"Well, well. If it isn't little (Name?) Your day just got awesome now that I'm here, kesesese~" The hairs on the back of your neck stood at full height as you felt his breath next to your left ear. His arms swiftly snaked themselves around your waist as you tried over-coming the shocking feeling that shot throughout your body at his sudden touch. But when you felt kisses running down your neck, you twisted yourself so that you were now facing him, guitar still held firmly in your right hand that stayed next to your side.

"Gilbert, let me go now!" You hiss, trying to keep that rising blush from taking over your skin color. You felt his hands rub down your sides, sliding back up before you could slap them away. It was somewhat soothing, the way he held you so calmly yet firm, but that cocky smirk ruined it.

"You and the awesome me both know you want my awesome five meters. We can do it now, in this classroom, anywhere is awesome as long as I'm there." He spoke huskily into your ear, nipping it slightly. You gasped when he began sucking your earlobe teasingly before lowering back towards your neck. He must have left a pretty good mark after feeling the sensation of being bit quite roughly passed through you, causing a small whimper to escape from your throat.

His kisses trailed up to the right side of your face where he began placing small butterfly kisses onto your flushed cheeks, his hands roaming freely across your slightly shaking body. As much as you didn't like admitting, it felt amazing. His embrace was rough, with a soft undertone. A mix that could make any girl squirm with pleasure. You were squirming, but more from trying to break free from his tight hold.

Your wiggling stopped completely when his lips fell upon your own. He wasted no time in nipping at your soft lips. You didn't open your mouth for him, so he pulled your lower lip with his teeth until he was far enough to make eye contact. Your (eye color) orbs met his crimson irises, which held so much lust, it almost overwhelmed you to give into his sly touch.

When his sneaky hands slithered up your skirt, did you finally open your mouth from gasping with shock. Of course, his tongue darted straight into your sweet goodness, only to start a war for dominants. You tried pushing him away from you using your free hand, but he ended up pushing you onto your desk, pinning you with his body weight. His tongue circled yours, bringing it into his mouth, which was flavored by a mixture of wurst and beer. He nipped, sucked, driving you up the wall with frustration.

Letting a little moan out, you felt that cocky smirk increase immensely.

When his hands came to rest on the top of your desk to steady himself, releasing his strong hold, you pushed your legs up so that both of your sneaker covered feet were aiming right where you wanted.

"MOTHER OF HOLY HELL, ROMAN EMPIRE!" Gilbert screamed in pain, dropping to the ground in a fetal position while clutching his 5 meter vital region. You, on the other hand, were trying to catch your breath as you stared down at him with indifferent eyes. Gaining your normal breathing, you poke him with your foot, giggling.

"That's what you get, ya pervert!" You said, placing both hands onto your guitar's handle so you'd be able to lean most of your weight onto it.

"I was gonna ask for your number afterwards...How could you do something like that to the awesome me? You hurt my five meters of awesomeness, dammit!" He growled through his pain, staring up at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Well, you can't just jump a girl like that out of the blue! Besides, you can't win me over so easily." You frown, annoyed that his smugness was returning rather quickly.

"Then I guess I'll have to be quicker next time. I'll use my awesomeness to beat you, there's no way I'll lose." He snickers, slowly rising back to his two feet.

"I have a badass guitar to beat you upside the head, your argument is invalid. Seriously, don't make me pound you in!" You snap back harshly, watching him closely just in case he tried anything else if he thought you were off guard.

"The only thing I want to be pounding into is your-"

BAM!

So as you stomped yourself away, mumbling angry words of annoyance, the awesome Gilbert laid unconscious with a throbbing bump to his head that reached the size of watermelons. But not only did you leave him with that lovely headache, a small piece of paper stuck to his forehead with a certain someone's number written on it.

Call me soon, ya awesome idiot.

That's one way to get a girl's phone-number...