「нoω I мeт чour ƒαтнer」 • 2 • Hetalia

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「нoω I мeт чour ƒαтнer」 • 2 • © coolandironic

The brunette teen grinned, leaning forward a bit and her chocolate eyes wide in fascination.

"So, is Antonio Dad?"

[Name]'s smile widened and a pinkish hue dusted her cheeks. The embarrassed expression her mother displayed caused Victoria to squeal, making her younger brother cringe and cover his ears.

"It is him, isn't it? I knew I was part Latina! But, Peter's so pasty..."

she reached across the couch to pinch her brother's pale cheek. Peter swatted away Victoria's hand and grimaced.

"No, he's not Dad. So, just shut up and let me continue the story."

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Antonio cocked a grin, one that caused [Name]'s heart to shutter and a shiver to tickle her spine. His tanned skin nearly radiated friendliness and hot-blooded sex appeal. [Name] couldn't help but stare, lost in his surprising amounts of male beauty.

"Are you okay? You've been staring at me for the passed minute and a half."

[Name] blinked and snapped out of her trance, releasing her hand from his. Her hands flew to her cheeks and felt them to be really, really warm.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry! I-I didn't mean--"

Antonio waved his hand dismissively and laughed.

"Do not worry about it, hermosa! I do not mind. To be frank,"

he leaned in a little closer to the blushing [h/c]-haired young lady, so close she felt his breath tickle her face.

"I was staring, as well."

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"Ooooo, Mom's getting it on with a hot Spanish guy~"

"Victoria, I swear to God if you keep interrupting me I'm going to stab you."

"....sorry, Mommy..."

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After a while of some pretty shameless flirting and the twisting of a strand of [Name]'s [h/c] hair, it appeared that she had just been asked out by the sexy Spanish man her friend had played the "Have You Met [Name]." game. Which is something, because it's never actually worked before.

Antonio leaned his elbow up on the counter on the bar while [Name] stood closer and closer to him. She flushed bright red when his other hand reached up to rest on her left hip. In this situation, [Name] felt more than a little uncomfortable - since she's never met this guy until today and already they were starting to stand really, really close to each other.

[Name]'s friends glanced over at her and the stranger Mathias had hooked her up with.

"Wow, looks like she's really smitten with that guy you picked, Mathias. She's even twirling her hair."

Elizabetta leaned over the table and propped her elbow up on it's surface, letting out a long sigh. A long, forlorn sigh. Roderich loosened the collar of his shirt, finding it a little hot underneath. Mathias rolled his blue eyes and slumped farther down in his seat, swishing around the remaining alcohol in his bottle.

"I guess so,"

he grumbled, removing his gaze from the Spaniard and his best friend.

Meanwhile, over in [Name]'s own little world:

"So, do you want to go out sometime?"

Antonio grinned, subtly pulling [Name] a bit closer. Half drunk, the messed haired [e/c]-eyed woman let a loose chuckle spill passed her lips and her slender finger pressed to the man's smiling mouth.

"How 'bout we just go to your house right now, huh?"

she slurred.

Antonio's inter-conflicting feelings with taking a half-drunken woman to his apartment he just met five minutes ago was probably something he should be listening to, but seeing as [Name] was one fine chica...

The Spaniard leaned forward and brushed noses with [Name], the smell of liquor evident on her breath.

"Why not?"

He had nearly flung her over his shoulder at that point.

And all Mathias could do was watch his best friend leave the bar to engage in frivolous shenanigans with a man he introduced to her. He just never expected it to work so flawlessly.