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Hetalia Boarding School Chapter 5.2 (Spain)

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Chapter 5.2 ~ Dirty Dancing (Spain)


You whirl around and come face-to-face with... a tomato?

"Ack!" You yell alarmed, as you stumble back. A tomato tapping on your shoulder definitely not what you were expecting. 

You hear a cheerful laugh. Looking up and away from the tomato you are greeted by the green eyes of your new Spanish friend.

"O-oh! Hi, Antonio!" You greet, trying to play off your earlier behavior.

"Aww, you're so cute, chica." Antonio laughed, taking a bite out of the tomato.

You struggle to not make a face. Sure, you like tomatoes as much as the next person. You drown your French fries in ketchup. But eating a tomato like that raw without any sugar? Yuck!

"So, what'cha' doing here, Antonio?" You ask, tilting your head to the side slightly.

Antonio struggles not to squeal at how you cute you look with your (h/c) hair falling gently over one shoulder. You do not notice his internal struggle.

"I heard all the commotion from my place so I decided to investigate," he explains.

He tilts his head to the side looking over your shoulder. Both of you can hear the commotion the boys quiet clear: there's Feliciano crying, Ludwig swearing in German, and you can hear Arthur and Francis getting into yet another fight.

"What are mis amigos doing?" Antonio asks, looking rather befuddled.

"Well, Toni," You explain with a sigh of exasperation, not directed at your Spanish friend but rather your dorm-mates, "They decided to have a competition to see who gets to show me the campus."

Antonio laughs, "From your tone, chica, I am assuming that this was not your idea?" He asks with a mischievous smile.

You sigh and pinch the bridge of your noise, "That obvious?"

"Si. We should get back at the boys for being so rude to such a pretty chica."

You blush when he calls you pretty, but refrain from commenting. Anything that came out of your mouth was likely to sound stupid anyways.

"Oh, and what should we do?"

"Well, since they are too busy fighting amongst themselves, how about I show you around the campus?"

You laugh and nod your head, "Sure, Antonio, that sounds nice."

~This time skip is brought to you by Ukraine. *glances at Romano in corner as if waiting for him to interrupt* Good weather, friendly people, visa-free, and inexpensive, what better place to vacation to?~ *sighs in relief*~

Antonio has shown you around to most of the buildings. You've seen most of your classrooms, the library (which was fantastic!), the lunch room, the AV room, the Home Ec. room, the gym, and the music room.

"Just one more place, chica! I saved the best for last!" Antonio cheers.

You laugh softly at his carefree behavior. He is so enthusiastic, like Feliciano, though in more relaxed manner. Honestly his easy going personality is beginning to rub off on you. Usually by now you'd be tired of walking around looking at empty buildings by now, but you're content to go with the flow.

"Where to?"

"It's a surprise!"

~This time skip is brought to you in part by Vlad’s Magic Shop. The one stop shop for all your hexing and charming needs! A safer bet than England’s shop- “Not every spell I make explodes or backfires, love!” The fact that any do, is a very legitimate complaint, England. “BASTARDO! ONLY I CAN CRASH THESE COMMERCIALS! GET YOUR TEA LOVING ASS OUT!” Both of you get out, NOW!!~

You're surprised that the room Antonio takes you to is a dance studio. Actually it's more of a ballroom! At your father's estate there was a ballroom, though rarely used. This ballroom is almost as grand as the one at your house! It's certainly bigger.

"Wow! This is fantastic!" You exclaim, spinning around to take in the magnificent room, "Why does the school have something like this?"

Antonio shrugs, "The school throws many parties, and most of the students are considerably wealthy. It had to be nicer than then throwing parties in the gymnasium."

You nod your head in acknowledgement. It's certainly true. Parents pay through the nose to send their children here. You suppose they would expect, for that amount of money, the best quality everything.

You look about the impressive room when you realize something. Turning your head back to Antonio you ask, "Toni, you said you saved the best for last," he hums in agreement, "And then you brought me to the ballroom. So, do you like to dance?"

Antonio nods his head so fast, that you feel a little dizzy trying to trace his movements, "Si, si, chica! I am Spanish, of course I love to dance!"

You smile into your hand at his response. Usually people got offended at stereotypes.

He holds out his hand to you, "Dance with me, chica!"

You turn bright red, "But there's no music!" You protest, not having the heart to turn him down directly when he's looking at you with those big, pleading eyes.

"Oh, of course!"

You sigh in relief

"We need music!"

Your eyes widen.

Antonio grabs your wrist and pulls you over to the scarlet curtain that covers a section of one of the walls. He pulls the curtain aside and reveals a rather impressive sound system hooked up to an Ipod.

"I'm not a very good dancer..." You protest self-consciously as Antonio browses through the song list looking for something.

"Oh I doubt that chica," Antonio looks up at you with a grin, "You are a very good dancer."

"How could possibly know if I am or not?" You ask, sulking.

"I can just tell," he singsongs and you roll your eyes.

There's no discouraging him so you might as well just go with it.

He puts on Spanish music and begins to dance about the room by himself. You laugh at his antics. He's a little impressive. It's not that he's a good dancer - well, he is, he's fantastic. It's not he looks fantastic - though he really does. It's that he's able to dance so shameless without worrying what you think or what others might think. He's so comfortable in his own skin. You're impressed.

He strikes a silly pose, it looks more like a ballet pose than anything. You giggle at his antics. He holds his hand out for you to take.

"Oh no!" You protest, holding your hands out defensively and shaking them, "I'll look silly!"

Of course by extending your hands to protest, you've made it all the easier for him to grab you. Antonio grabs one of your hands and pulls you forward, spinning you into his chest.

You squeal in surprise and he laughs down at you, "No one is here but me, chica. And I do not think you look silly~" He coos in a teasing tone. You blush at his tone and your proximity.

"Is he flirting with me?"

Antonio keeps on hand on your wrist the other hand slides to your waist, "I will teach you how the Spanish dance!"

You can't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. He moves his hand from your waist, poking and prodding you till you're in the right position. When he pokes you under your soft chin, to turn your face the proper position. His face is so comically serious as he arranges you like a child would a doll that you can't help but giggle. You hunch your body as you duck your head to laugh.

"No, no, chica!" He protests with comical passion, "You've lost the position! You need tension to do the dance, not to be limp like a noodle!"

You laugh and straighten back to the position he put you in, "Better?~" You ask in a teasing tone.

"Oh, chica, how you tease!" Antonio pouts.

He's only pouting for a moment though, the next moment he is back to carefree self. His hand cups your hip suddenly a blush springs to your face. He gives you a smirk that makes your stomach flip, "You're red like a tomato, chica!" He teases, "We are just dancing, no need to be embarrassed~"

You huff and look away muttering something about 'damn Spaniards'.

He chuckles, "lindo~" he coos, poking your cheek.

You shoot him a glare, "What's that mean?"

"Cute." He answers cheekily. You fight back a blush.

"Alright, (y/n)! Follow my movements!"

Antonio leads you through the dance slowly. You follow him slowly, haltingly. His dance is very different than the dances you know. Your (e/c) eyes dart down to your feet.

Antonio tisks his tongue at you, "No peeking, (n/n)~"

"(N/n)?" You ask confused.

"Mhm! It's like (y/n), but cuter!"

You blush at his words.

~This time skip is brought to in part by the Italian broth- “NO WAY IN HELL AM I PAYING FOR THIS TOMATO BASTARDS CHANCE TO GET WITH YOU!” It’s not me! It’s them! “I WILL NOT SUPPORT ANYTHING THAT TOMATO BASTARD IS IN!” “But Lovi!~ Spain is our friend~ Ve” “GET THE HELL OUT FRATELLO!” Sigh~

The two of you continue dancing and slowly you're beginning to get the hang of it. Antonio speeds up the dance, and two of you are soon whirling around the floor. The music stops just as Antonio twirls you against his chest. You're nose-to-nose with the Spaniard and both of you are out of breath, panting lightly. You're suddenly struck by how handsome, Antonio looks in the light shining through the ballroom windows. His green eyes sparkle with something you can't place and he leans down slowly.

"What's he doing?" You wonder, not realizing you're leaning up.

Before your mind can register what's about to happen you here a, "Keseseseses!" And suddenly the two of you are drenched in tomato juice.

"¡Dios mío!" Antonio exclaims as you let out a string of swears in your native tongue.

Looking up you see a familiar albino. You glare daggers at him, "You'd better get used to staying up on those rafters, Gil! Because the moment your ass gets down here, it's mine!"

"Do you promise, frau?" Gilbert smirks.

You shake your fist at him and Antonio laughs.

"You're so cute when you're angry, chica!~"

Ahahahaha, I bet you thought this was dirty! Well get your minds out of the gutter~ 
This is not my favorite "ending" *sigh* Spain is a lot harder to write than I thought! Oh well...
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TerraAreli's avatar
this series is awesome :D i'm glad i found it owo
keep going bella donna imma be here to cheer you on (~*owo)~*