Anime Oneshots

Anime Oneshots: Hetalia: Spain

   AN~Italics are for spain's POV and normal is for you(the reader) plus bold will be used for third person~Ps. Your at an outdoor dance club.....(one of my friends thought it was somthing...else...so i'm gonna give you a heads up)~

   Salsa music floats over the crowded terrace. The night was crisp and warm as the bright moon smiles down at us. I smile and bit into the churro in my hand, my eyes flitting from dancer to dancer. The bright string lights kept the simple terrace outside the restraunt looking festive. Normally there wasn't this many couples on a saturday night, but this night was different as the place was mostly couples and several single guys probably looking for someone to dance with. I smile and notice a brown headed Italian on the floor. "Well...Lovi had some luck." i mutter at the cute sight of him and his partner. My eyes glance through the crowd again until i notice someone. Her hair twirls around her as she dances. I notice several other stares in her direction from several guys near the edges of the terrace but she seems to ignore them, happily dancing with a smile on her face. Finishing the churro i wipe the sweet sugary substance off my lips and stand, entranced by the girl's dance. I quickly stride across the dance floor, dying to at least know her name. Out of the corner of my eye i notice a familiar blonde Frenchman heading in her direction, that same lustful look in his eyes he gets everytime he spots someone he wants. 'How long has Francis been here?' i think to myself, attempting to make my way through the crowd to beat him to her. I freeze as he steps up to her, running his hand through his hair. She stops her dance and politely says hello, only to be shot a flirtatious smile. I quickly step up and shoot him an annoyed glare. Francis looks over at me, his smile turning almost friendly instead of flirty. "Oh hello Antonio, I never zought(thought) you would be here." he says. The girl turns to me and smiles, instantly i recognize her from the meetings. "____?" i ask politely, confused. She nods and smiles only to be interupted by her phone ringing. ____ excuses herself to answer it. I watch her go sadly. "Oolala, she's such a beautiful flower. I bet-" the Frenchman says before i shoot him another annoyed glare. "Now i get it...You like her don't you?" he asks in a know-it-all fashion. When i don't answer he smiles triumphantly. "If not then you won't mind if i take her." he says. His eyes flit over to her in the distance, lust returning to his eyes. I angrily slap him across the face, forcing him to look away. He looks at me shocked, his cheek red from the impact. "Zat(that) hurt!" he exclaims. I smile at my friend. "She's mine mi amigo." i say, still smiling. He sighs and walks away probably spotting another girl.

   I hang up sadly and stroll back over to where Antonio is. After a quick glance i notice Francis is gone. "So what brings you here...I never thought you were one to party." Antonio says questioningly, stepping closer to me.Before i can answer though the music changes and he grabs my arm. A good portion of the people step off the floor looking disapointed. Antonio drags me to the middle of the terrace and smiles. "Do you know how to tango?" he asks, his beautiful green eyes flickering in the light. I nod and let out a short squeal as he pulls me against him, pulling me forward and staring the dance.

   My hair practically touches the floor as Antonio drops me into a dip, my back arched and his hand on the small of my back. I can see the impressed faces of the crowd surrounding us. He pulls me up and i gasp, the tug causing me to collide into him. My hands curl into his now slightly damp shirt. There's a loud sound of applause as the music finally stops. Antonio doesn't let go though, a hungry look in his eyes. I recognize that look from all the times i had seen him partying with the rest of the BTT. A devious smile traces his lips and his arms slip around my waist. "A-Antonio." i gasp, his fingers drawing circles on the fabric. That's when my phone went off and i tried to pull away, he didn't let go but lets me grab it out of my pocket. I flick it open and answer it. "Hey _____. You still need a ride home?" a friend of mine asks. Antonio smiles again. "I'll be glad to take you home." he murrmurs into my ear. I sigh and nod, shivers running exstaticly up my spine like a live wire. "No. I've got a ride already." i reply. Right as i hang up Antonio lets go and drags me along, passing a jealous looking Francis on the way out. Antonio's eyes still had that hungry look when he stopped on the side walk. He smiles and steps forward, cupping my chin in his hand.

   A blush spreads across your face and he smiles wider, leaning closer. You wouldn't admit it but you kinda love the silly Spaniard. Only in your wildest dreams did you think he loved you back. A devious smirk teases your lips as you close the distance, shocking him with the impact.  

AN(part 2)~Hope you guys enjoyed. Remember i take requests....since im having issues getting in touch with my friends who inspired these stories i need your help more then ever for insperation. SO PLEASE HELP ME!!! Even if you give me somthing along the lines of poppies and France i can turn that into somthing....(i actually have a story about that so if you want to hear it just ask and ill post it)~