Hetalia Oneshots

Mexico - Bad Dancer

Song: Alvaro Soler - La Cintura

José was probably the only Mexican in the world who couldn't dance.

Everyone in his family would tease him for his awkward moves in family parties and needless to say, he was very embarrassed about it. To counter all the teasing, José decided to go for dancing classes.

"Oye guey, quiero ir a los dance classes," the excited Mexican told his American friend, Alfred. (hey dude, I want to go for dance classes)

"Either you speak Spanish or English, dude, no Spanglish,"

"Chinga tu madre," José snorted, "Anyway, you know anyone who does dance classes?"

"Yeah, my friend has a dance class. I think you can go to her," Alfred showed a contact number to his buddy.

"Cool, thanks bro,"

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"_____," Helen the receptionist at your dance class chirped to you excitedly, a smile pulling her thin lips, "You have a new student!"

"Nice, who is it?"

Helen told you about the new student, José, a young Mexican man who wanted to start immediately. She showed you his application. Seeing it, you smiled and felt happy that another student was joining you. Most of your students were children and teenagers so it was a little refreshing to have an older student.

You usually had classes for the children at three in the afternoon and engage them for two hours. Feeling that José would stand out like a sore thumb among the kids, you had him come for his daily dance class at five in the evening and teach him one on one since he was your only student above the age of twenty.

He arrived at five on the dot and the receptionist had him sit down and wait for you to come. Thankfully for him, he didn't have to wait long, because you walked in two minutes later.

Your comfortable dressing style and your relaxed gait caught his eye. He thought you looked quite pretty too.

He breathed out heavily, trying to keep his flirtatious thoughts out of the way. He had come here to learn dancing and his main goal was to prove his extended family wrong.

"You must be José," you walked up to the new, handsome young man who looked jittery enough and smiled, "I'm _____ and I'll be your dance instructor,"

He nodded, stood up, and introduced himself messily, which made you smile wider. Your student, although he was elder than you, already seemed so cute. Leading him to the spacious hall with a huge mirror for a wall, you interrogated him about various things, one of them being the reason why he wanted to dance.

After the short interrogation, you found that he had a fire inside him that propelled him to learn dancing. As both of you did some warm up stretches, you wondered to yourself as you glanced at him,

But how long will your fire burn?

He was a total beginner, and he had yet to know the pains that come with being a dancer. You decided that you'd teach him as long as he expressed interest.

With that in mind, you taught him the very basic dance steps.

"Am I doing this right?" he asked, his face contorting as he observed his awkward body in front of the mirror.

"You are. Keep it going!"

He did. His body was really stiff; typical for a beginner, but he was showing some promise of being good.