The Skilled Art of Flirting!
Warning: Hetalia men are flirting with YOU! Also there are a few curse words!
“Ravioli, ravioli!” Veneziano cheered and served the pasta. “Bella, won’t you give me your numberoli?”
“That’s so cute, Veneziano. You made number and ravioli rhyme!” You giggled at his silly pick up line.
Francis sat down beside you and put his arm around your shoulder. His sultry voice mumbled low into your ear. “If you chose him, he’ll make you breakfast every day, but if you chose me, I’ll be your breakfast every day. Je t’aime.”
It had been a long day of dealing with loud countries that all believed that they were right. You sighed wearily. I’m not even a country, why do I always end up going to all of the meetings? Although you weren’t a country, you were a capital. You were the capital of Italy, or Rome, to be more specific. The Italy brothers were fiercely protective of you and Lovino was not afraid to cuss off anyone who came too close to you. Ah, well, they could use all the help they can get. The meetings were chaotic and normally consisted of much fighting.  You were so zoned out that you didn’t notice your name being called.
The cool evening air hung upon ____'s shoulders. She shivered, but continued to press forward, her sneakers gently tapping on the the sidewalk. Normally, she would avoid parties, her boyfriend typically didn't want to have anything to do with them. She could still remember how much he spited her party attitude. Honestly, it was innocent - she liked seeing her friends drunk. That was all she liked about them. Now that she and her boyfriend were broken up - she could go to all the parties, since she knew he wasn't going to be there. Fortunately, Alfred had actually invited her to his New Years' Party. They didn't really talk much at scho