All around the World one-shots

Hetalia Romano x Reader

Hallo! This is LillianaKawaii, and I am here with a Hetalia RomanoxReader Oneshot. If you don't know the country's human names, here they are:

Lovino=Romano

Alfred=America

Antonio=Spain

If you squint, you might see Prussia X3

Enjoy~

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"(Y/n)! Are you-a ready yet? We are-a going to be late!" You heard Lovino call from downstairs. You finished applying your make-up for your costume and bounced down the stairs to join the impatient Italian man.

Lovino had invited you to be his date at a Halloween party that his brother's friend was hosting. You decided to go as an Undead Princess while Lovino was going to go as a Mafia King.

You reached the bottom of the staircase, and saw Lovi's costume for the first time. He was wearing a white pinstripe suit with a matching Godfather hat and sunglasses.

He impatiently took your hand and led you to the car, scolding you the whole way.

"What-a took you so long, (y/n)?" He asked exhasperatedly.

"It was my make-up, Lovi! It wouldn't cooperate with my face!" You tried to explain, twisting in some humor. Luckily for you, it got to him to chuckle a little bit.

"(Y/n), it-a shouldn't have-a to, you are-a perfect even without-a it," he flirted sincerely. You laughed softly while a rosy blush made its way to your cheeks.

~~TimeSkip to the party brought to you by FMB and Pierre's love-child~~

The two of you arrived at the party at the same time as everybody else. 'Everybody else,' was at least 100 or 200 other people. Enough to make you very uncomfortable.

Lovino led you into the large mansion, where you were greeted by a man in a blue, sparkly tuxedo.

"Hi! Welcome to the party, Lovi! Who is this?" The (what you assumed was) host asked, an energetic sparkle in his sky-blue eyes. Lovi rolled his hazel eyes and introduced you.

"This is-a (y/n), Alfred. My-a date, remember?" He reminded him impatiently. Alfred nodded, and shook your hand.

"Sorry, (y/n)! My name is Alfred F. Jones! Your host for tonight!" He

introduced himself. You smiled and returned the greeting.

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As the party went on, you became claustrophobic, and unbearably hot. You tried to tell Lovino, but there was too much noise in the house, and he was always talking to someone else.

Finally, you began to tremble uncontrollably and initial fear was starting to cloud your thoughts.

'I have to get out of here,' you thought desperately. You turned to where Lovino was talking to a guy with silver hair and red eyes ((Vampire?)).

"I am sorry, Lovi!" You yelled quickly, then sprinted for the back door, throwing out apologizes here and there to the people you had pushed out of your way.

You didn't stop running until you were well away from the house, under a lone tree near a street light. You sat on the cool, dewy grass and tried to control your breathing.

"(Y/n)? Are you-a alright?" You heard Lovi ask from behind you. You tried to stand up, and wave him off, but you were trembling so much, you had to use the tree as a support.

"I-I am a-alright, I-I just... h-had to get o-out of th-there for a m-moment," you stuttered. Lovino walked closer until you could see him in the dim light of the street light.

He had somehow lost his hat and sunglasses, but other than that, he didn't look that bad.

In fact... he looked great, even without the Mafia get-up. He took your still-trembling hand and smirked.

"W-what is it, L-Lovi?" You asked him, your stuttering starting to die down.

"It looks like you might have a case of chorea (1), bella (2)," he concluded thoughtfully, gently pulling you away from the tree. You twitched and your legs almost buckled from the all the crazy movement.

"W-what is t-that?" You asked worriedly, trying to balance yourself.

"A disorder I-a had when I was-a little. My-a big fratello (3) made me-a do a dance every-a single day to try to-a get rid of it, called the-a Tarantella," he explained.

You smiled weakly, and asked: "H-how does i-it go?"

He thought for a minute, then a lightbulb went on, it seemed like. He took both of your hands, and moved you so you were facing in front of him.

"It is-a hard with only two-a people, but we-a can make it work," he speculated, then went on, "here, copy my-a movements, per fevore (4)."

He began to move his legs in a folksy-Italian fashion, and you tried to do the same. The two of you were doing great!

Until you almost tripped, therefore messing up the beat. Lovi laughed at your mistake. You blushed with irritation, but couldn't help but giggle yourself.

"It is-a like this, not tripping over your-a feet!" He exclaimed between laughs.

"That is what I tried to do!" You countered, your voice ringing loud and clear.

The two of you continued to try to dance the Tarantella, but little did you know, you had an onlooker.

Antonio gazed at the scene with a peaceful look in his bright green eyes. He sighed, and reemerged from his memories way back then.

"Mi hermano pequeño está crecer (5)," the Spaniard sang softly. He smiled in your direction, and went back to the party, leaving the two of you to dance the night away.

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Whoot whoot! I had a bunch of fun writing this! >w<

(1): Chorea is characterized by brief, semi-directed, irregular movements that are not repetitive or rhythmic, but appear to flow from one muscle to the next. Romano had it as a child, and Spain tried to cure him by making him dance the Tarantella. He was cured, spoilers~

(I copied the medical information from Wikipedia, but it is really interesting to learn about ^.^)

(2): Italian; bella=beautiful

(3): Italian; fratello=brother

(4): Italian; Per favore=please

(5): Spanish; Mi hermano pequeño está crecer=My little brother is growing up

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Omg thank you for writing this oneshot LillianaKawaii!!! It was perfect! Just thank you so much! 💙 <3

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