HetaliaxReader: InSpRaTiOn

You blushed as you closed your laptop. You ultimately decided that reading too many reader inserts in study hall was awkward. What if somebody read your screen?

Study hall seemed to drag on forever, and you never really had anything to do. You felt a small, quick buzz from your pocket. You casually laid your head on the desk and pulled your phone from your sweatshirt pocket. It was from your long time friend Gilbert, probably texting you from gym class.

From: Gilbert
Sent: 9:24
Subject: Hey
Wanna go see a movie or somethin'?

To: Gilbert
Sent: 9:26
Subject: Re: Hey
Sure, but I'm in study hall. Stop txting me!

From:Gilbert
Sent: 9:27
Subject: Re: Hey
Then why do u crry a phone~ Kesesesese!

To: Gilbert
Sent: 9:30
Subject: Re: Hey
It's for emergencies! Goodbye, Gil.

You shut your phone and lifted your head. Now you really had nothing to do. Even though you've been in an art slump, you pulled out you sketch book. Nothing seemed to spark your inspiration. Maybe you should just not draw…

BEEEP~

The bell rang and every student rushed out the room hastily. You were the last to leave, as usual. You gathered your book, laptop, and sketchbook and took your time leaving. That is, until you walked into the hall and managed to fall on your butt.

"Oh, dude! Sorry!" A voice said maybe a bit too happily. Thankfully your laptop didn't fall and you managed not to damage the library's book. A hand was then thrust in front of you. You grabbed it and you instantly rose to your feet. You then were met with the sight of a really…really hot guy. His blond hair shined in the sun and at one spot flicked up into a cowlick. Ocean blue eyes smiled at you from behind a pair of glasses sat lazily atop his nose. "Hi, I'm Alfred!" He said shaking your hand, he hadn't let go.

"I'm _______." You said politely as possible.
"Well, Sorry!" He said bluntly. "Bye! Dude, Arthur, wait up!"

When you walked away, you only dimly realized you sketchbook was gone.

And you had a feeling you'd be seeing Alfred again.