Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters.

Author's Note: Just something that kind of popped into my head. There will be various pairings but this will be mainly centered around Lovina.

~A One Time Thing~

The music blared as the crowd of drunken teenagers danced around the room. Lovina would never truly understand why she allowed herself to be dragged to such a place, though she was far from the good girl saint her sister was. However, crashing a rave was not something she regularly did either. The extreme noise was enough to keep her away from places like this, not to mention the morons it seemed to attract.

What was she doing here? Was it her sudden desire for alcohol or was it her new friend, the loudest of them all, forcing her to come here because she thought Lovina needed some fun in her life. Maybe a little bit of both.

Exactly whose idea of the word was Alli talking about; because Lovina was far from having a good time, and the poorly spiked punch was not helping like she thought it would.

When Allison had 'suggested' coming here, Lovina had mainly agreed because of the free booze. Pulling a "hey you" would have been easier and was much more appealing than coming to this dump, but their lack of money made this the better option. Besides, a party was the 'extreme' choice, and Alli did love extreme.

Speaking of which where was Alli?

Lovina carefully scanned the room for her blonde friend and found the other girl dancing moronically with some idiot, which did not surprise Lovina in the least. This was Alli, after all. If there was one thing Alli was known for, it would be doing stupid things.

Lovina leaned back against the empty corner she had found and took a drink of her spiked punch, reminding herself to pick a day during the week instead of weekend to argue with her boyfriend.

'Stupid bastard.' She inwardly cursed him. He just needed to leave things alone and quit worrying about her and her 'habits'. Maybe then he could stop breaking up with her in hopes she would change.

"Lovi, if you don't quit doing this, then I can't be with you. I can't stand by and watch you destroy yourself, I won't! So please stop!"

She remembered hearing the sadness and desperation in his voice, but she would not listen to him. To him she had a problem, but she could not see it and refused to stop her 'destructive' behavior. She never did.

Still, they would back together; they always did. He would always apologize for what he had said and say that he had been wrong, and she would take him back. It was all part their cycle, just how they did things.

"Lovina?" a familiar voice brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up in the direction it had come from and found her sister's best friend and crush staring down at her. "What are you doing here?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

'I could ask you the same question.' She thought to herself. The shock value for him coming to a place like this was much higher than it was for her. This was, after all, Ludwig Beilschmidt standing in front of her.

Captain of the football team, on the honor roll and a total prep, Ludwig Beilschmidt was the type to be voted most likely to be in bed by nine o'clock. What in the world was he doing here? Was he lost? Then again, she had had quite a few drinks. Maybe she was just seeing things or something.

"Are you okay?"

No such luck. It looked like this really was him.

"Just came for the great atmosphere," Lovina answered dryly. He was not her favorite person so there was no reason for her to try and be anything but rude to him. Hopefully he would get the hint and leave her alone.

"I never took you for the type to enjoy this kind of thing."

Great! He was going to try and make conversation with her. How fortunate she was since she would rather eat Arthur's cooking than talk to the potato bastard. More specifically, she did not like him; he knew that she did not like him, so why did he feel the need to talk to her?

Maybe Felicia's crush on him one not as one-sided as it appeared.

Fuck! He wanted Lovina's approval to date Felicia. What the hell, were they living fifty years in the past all of a sudden?

She was about to tell him to fuck off but the bottle of whiskey in his hand caught her eye. He might just be of some use to her.

"You got any plans for that bottle?" Though she was more of wine person, whiskey would do.

At her question Ludwig glanced down at the liquor in his hand. One of his teammates had asked him to bring it, but guy was nowhere to be found. "I don't guess."

"Want to make some?" it was more of her ordering him to give the bottle to her than it was an actual question. She motioned for him to follow her out of the building. "Come with me."

"What?"

"You're right, you should lead the way. I have no idea where you parked. You drove, right?"

He nodded.

"But why do we nee-"

"Because it's way too loud in here, and want to enjoy being drunk," she quickly cut him off. Although they really did not have to leave the corner to drink the bottle, Lovina really wanted find a quieter place. The noise was becoming too irritating for her to stand, and no amount of whiskey was likely to change that.

Ludwig was about to protest but thought better of it. Although he usually could hold his own against her and would not have let her push him around so easily, he really did not feel like arguing with her, at the moment, and felt it best to just listen to her.

Besides, at least she was actually being civil to him and not a complete bitch, for once.

After thirty minutes of taking turns drinking from the bottle, the two soon found their bottle of whiskey gone.

Lovina was holding up better than the sputtering Ludwig, but she could still feel the effects of consuming the hard liquor. The room, eh, car was a tad bit blurry, and she was sure it would be hard to stand up or even walk.

Ludwig kept muttering something in German which she found too hard to understand and did not question how he was doing. She was trying to escape her own problems to even begin to deal with his stupid ones.

It was ironic how such a 'fun' beverage could make one feel so down about all of the things that were wrong with life. Her arguments with Antonio were microscopic compared to her mother abandoning her and Felicia, her father leaving them so he could pursue an acting career in California, her relationship with her grandfather, and her jealousy of Felicia. The whiskey only made her feel worse about them. Was she not trying to drink away her sorrows instead of enhancing them?

Even in his drunken stupor, Ludwig was still able to see how upset Lovina appeared to be and was somewhat concerned for her. They may of not have been on the best of terms, but that did not mean he wanted to see her hurt, physically or emotionally.

"Are you all right?"

Lovina snapped out of her sad thoughts at his question and turned her attention to the blonde jock. She could see the look of genuine worry on his face and rolled her eyes. She did not like him so his pity towards her did not make her feel any better.

However, at the same time, she could not help but feel a little bit touched. It was probably only the alcohol clouding her judgment. Even so, she could not deny that she was feeling kind of attracted to him.

"Lick my cunt, you damn potato eater," Lovina mumbled which earned her an embarrassed look from said potato eater and he blushed a deep shade of red. Before Ludwig could respond Lovina crawled on top of him and cupped his face. "That was an invitation, you know," she whispered before pressing her lips to his in a heated kiss.

To his surprise, Ludwig found himself kissing her back.

This was wrong, and he knew it. He should stop; he should want to stop, but her bouncing in his lap was making it hard for him to resist the urge to stop this from going further. He was way too intoxicated by whiskey and lust.

Lovina's hands made their way up the other teen's shirt and took a special interest in his muscled abdomen. This was something new to her. Antonio was scrawny and thin, but he had not been an athlete like Ludwig was, except for maybe track.

The sensation of Lovina's soft hands on his naked skin caused Ludwig's stomach to do flips and he quickly pulled away to catch his breath. This was all new to him and was going so fast.

The flushed look on the other's face amused Lovina and she could not hold back a smirk.

"You've never done this before, have you?"

Too embarrassed to verbally answer Ludwig shook his.

"That's all right. Lucky for you, I have."

In her impaired mindset having sex with him made perfect sense. He was her revenge on Felicia and Antonio. Sleeping with Ludwig would hurt Felicia to the core. Being with someone she hated instead of the man who loved her would break Antonio's heart. Even if she could not say anything to either of them, just her knowing about it, the fact that she had to hurt them with was enough for Lovina.

Lovina woke up to a pair muscular arms wrapped around her and a splitting headache.

'What happened?' she asked herself as she tried to get up but was met with a dizzying feeling from setting up too fast. Damn was she hung-over. Lovina glanced down at the sleeping German next to her and began to shake him awake. "Wake up! Svegliati, you potato bastard!"

Ludwig stirred a little before opening his eyes to find a naked Lovina sitting in front of him. He quickly pulled himself back at the sight then tried to recall the night before.

"Buongiorno to you too," Lovina greeted him wryly before slowly trying to set up to find her clothes. Given the small space they were not too hard to find, although there were a few articles in the front seat where they had began.

How had they ended up in the back?

The modest Ludwig turned his head away from the nude girl, which Lovina found humorous, all things considering.

"Hey, dumbass, you do know you're naked too? Meaning I can see your dick and everything."

Ludwig hastily scrambled to find his own clothes at the realization.

"Did we…?" he could not say it. Even though he knew the answer, he had to ask.

"Fuck? Si, idiot, we did, so there's really no need in trying to cover up. I've already seen all of you," Lovina said as she pulled over her shirt. She searched around a little then turned to Ludwig. "Are by chance sitting on my panties? Never mind. Here they are."

Ludwig watched as she slid on her underwear and took notice to the bruising on her outer thighs. "Did I…?"

Lovina looked down at the marks and chuckled a little. "Yeah. You're a really rough fuck, but I kind of liked it."

"Oh… so what does this mean for us?" He was new to this whole experience. Was he supposed to call afterwards or send her card? No, that could not be right. They did not go out on a date or even try to pursue each other romantically. They had only had sex. Damn! He did not even like calling it that, but what was he supposed to call it – making love? No, neither of them was in love with the other so that crossed 'making love' out. Lovina's choice of words for it was not any more appealing, but what was? Physical relationship?

Lovina rolled her eyes at the other's naivety and worry.

"Nothing. This was nothing but a one night stand. You don't call me. I don't call you. We go on with our normal lives like nothing ever happened. You're off the hook. I won't tell if you won't tell so you can go back to liking my sister."

Despite what she had just said to him, Ludwig still could not shake the feeling of guilt that had come over him which earned another eye roll from Lovina.

It was kind of strange to see him like this. Ludwig was usually so serious and composed except when he was pissed off or in a bad mood. Looking like he was about to faint from fear was extremely out of character for him

"Quit worrying about it. It's no big deal," Lovina tried to reassure the best she could which was not very good since she was Lovina Vargas. "Damnit! Just get up and get dressed so you can take me home! – err, I mean Alli's." That was right; she was supposed to sleep over at Alli's house last night. "Hurry up!"

Author's Note: I decided Lovina needed a friend that was not her sister or one of Antonio's and thought fem!America would be an interesting choice with America being almost all smiles and Romano being the exact opposite.