Hey! Thank you for continuing the story and reading Chapter 2! I promise this story will get better~ Also don't forget that Aura's first name is Rebekah, and her country name is Terriate, so don't be confused loves!

THANK YOU SO MUCH BLOODILOVELI FOR BEING MY EDITOR AND HELPING ME MAKE THIS STORY NOT SUCK! I 3 YOU

I don't own Hetalia! I do own Rebekah Aura Bonnefoy and the plot though!

~Aura~

It took the Bad Touch Trio a total of two hours for them to declare me "club ready." This included straightening my wavy hair, then curling it with the help of at least one bottle of hairspray. After this was accomplished they all unanimously decided I looked better with straight hair and took the straightener to my hair yet again. Satisfied with the outcome, the trio moved on to make-up. After what seemed like fifty different colors for my eye-shadow, they finally agreed on white and gold to compliment my brown eyes. I never thought it could take so long to get ready. Usually I would just brush my hair out then added mascara and natural colored eye-shadow, no matter what event I was heading too.

They gave me a simple string of diamonds for around my neck and blue gemmed earrings. Once the outfit was complete the three ushered me outside and into Prussia's Lamborghini Estoque. I have to admit, being rushed out of a house while wearing heels was in no way an easy task. How female's manage wearing them on a daily basis will forever confuse me.

We drove for about half an hour, the silence only broken by the music blasting from Prussia's radio and the occasional comment. I shifted in my seat, becoming more nervous as the minutes ticked by. I tugged at the hem of my dress, wishing it was a little longer on me. Noticing my fidgety manner, Francis reached over and grabbed my hand to comfort me, giving it a soft squeeze. While Francis and I don't really have similar personalities, he always seemed to know what I was thinking or feeling and exactly how to comfort me.

Gilbert pulled up to the curb, the club's music pounded loudly from inside. I could feel the vibrations from inside the car, and it only got louder when I stepped outside. With the three males grouped around me, I began to walk towards the entrance, only to stop dead in my tracks. Neon lights flashed the name of the club, 'Chaos in Control'. The name was all too familiar to me; it is one of the most exclusive and expensive clubs there was. The line was at least a block long, and didn't appear to be moving even an inch.

I looked to France desperately but he wasn't at all interested in my silent question. His blue eyes were staring at a group of blonde girls near the entrance. I rolled my eyes, tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, and slowly he looked back at me,

"How are we going to get in there?"

"I'll let you in on a little secret, mon cher. The Bad Touch Trio owns this club." He replied with a smirk. I turned to face the other two with a look of surprise and found that they were all smirking down at me.

"Oh," I raised an eyebrow, feeling a little stupid for worrying, "so what's the plan once we get inside?"

"That's simple, amiga, you dance to the music and leave the rest to us." Spain yawned lazily while his arm circled around my shoulders from the left.

"And make sure you check your phone periodically, we'll be texting you to give advice. If you want the prize, you have to follow the rules. You're going to have to trust us." Francis added to Spain's comment.

"We'll make sure he notices you, but you have to look irresistible, liebe." Prussia added, moving to put his arm around me from the right.

"And how do I do that exactly?" I asked while raising an eyebrow.

"Simple sister, you dance with other guys, but it has to be naughty dancing." My brother smiled and waggled his eyebrows at me.

I gulped and shook my head, "A-absolutely not." I refused, easily becoming flustered.

"Mein bruder will definitely notice you then. Keseseseses~" He snickered into my ear so only I could hear.

I turned around, fully intending to take his car and leave but before I took three steps the Trio grabbed me around the waist and practically carried me inside. We didn't have to wait in the line like everyone else, which would have given me time to escape. Instead they pulled me right past the bouncer and into their club.

The sights and sounds hit me like a wave; nothing was still inside. My eyes darted around the place in wonder, taking in everything I could. Lights of every color flashed at random intervals through smoke fill air and fast paced European music sent vibrations coursing in the ground. A full bar encompassed the back wall with several bartenders working at the moment, while tables and plush couches were in the corner next to the bar. The club gave off a futuristic feeling with all of the furniture made out of odd angles and shapes. Behind the dance floor was a hallway with lots of rooms. I blushed when I realized they were probably for couples that needed to be 'alone.'

Not even five minutes had passed since we entered the club when a hoard of girls stormed the Trio. Without a single objection or reference to me they followed the girls, leaving me alone in the crowd. I glared daggers at the back of their heads, furious that they would so easily forget about me. I was about to storm off after them and slap each one of them in turn, however a glimpse of a blond man in a deep green uniform made me freeze.. To my left was a man with a striking figure, seeming to march his way through the crowd and back towards the bar.

I pulled at my dress nervously once more and followed his movements with my eyes. To my relief, he made no attempt to pick up any girls. However, he had taken no notice of me, even with my makeover courtesy of the Bad Touch Trio. My eyes shifted to the sea of people on the dance floor, each moving wildly to the beat of the music. Perhaps my brother was right; maybe dancing with someone else would help me. Gathering all the courage I could muster, I strutted my way to the mass of people with what I hoped was a confident smile on my face.

~Hetalia~

"Oi, I need another drink. Give me another round." The German demanded, to which the bartender quickly complied. The bartender was used to seeing the man, and had quickly found it was not a good idea to keep him waiting for alcohol. He filled up a pint of his best beer and quickly passed it to the blond.

Germany scanned the bar once more, but he had yet to see a woman that caught his eye the way Rebekah did. A sigh of disappointment escaped parted lips as he remembered the day's earlier events. He was positive the girl liked his brother based off of how nervous she had been just asking for him. Then factor in the fact that she had spent the whole day doing who knows what with him, and it wasn't looking too bright. And speaking of the girl-snatching albino…

"Hey Bruder!" Prussia yelled from a ways away. Ludwig grunted in response; this was the last thing he need right now. His older brother coming to gloat about all the amount of numbers he had gotten so far or to tell him all about the events that had transpired when Rebekah had arrived at the house. He turned his body slightly to comb through the crowd again, trying to find a girl to keep his mind off of Rebekah.

Blue oculars caught sight of someone this time. She was wearing a short blue dress and was dancing in a crowd of boys. Her back was to him, so her face remained a mystery, but a waterfall of straight golden hair was visible.

Gilbert had finally made his way to the distracted German, his other two friends following close behind.

"Oh, I see you noticed Aura already." Blood-red hues were filled with mischief as he slid into the stool by his brother. He casually threw his slender arm over the broad shoulders of the blond who merely stared at the girl in bewilderment.

"Isn't my sister absolutely stunning?" Francis gushed, his hand placed over his heart dramatically, "I never knew she would ever do something like that. Let alone pull it off so marvelously."

"Th-that's Terriate?!" His jaw dropped wide open and his eyes gazed in disbelief. His only response a nod from Spain and a devilish grin from Prussia.

Ludwig's face visibly hardened at the sight of the boys crowding around her. It was infuriating for the male to see something like that. Aura turned around, her face clearly visible to him now. Their eyes met, brown hues locking with his own blue orbs with a wild mix of emotion. The flashing lights illuminated her figure, lights sparking off her bedazzled heels and jewelry. The dress itself was simple, but the way it fit on her and flared at the edges had a dazzling effect on her. She grinned towards him brightly and started walking away from the dance floor.

~Aura~

I had been dancing with Turkey when I glimpsed Germany leaning against the bar. He looked slightly disheveled, his usually slicked back hair was ruffled and his eyes darting around. He had taken his uniform blouse off and laid it on the bar next to him revealing a black shirt. The shirt was tight and compressed against lean muscles, and even in such simple clothing, he still appeared irresistible.

The Bad Touch Trio was with him so I quickly turned my attention back to dancing with the masked country. I continued dancing for a few minutes before looking over my shoulder once more. I thought I had saw Ludwig watching me so I turned my body around to fully view him. His beautiful blue eyes locked with my own golden-flecked oculars. My breath seemed to catch in my throat as I looked at him and time began to slow down drastically. Every little thing in my peripherals dimmed, becoming unimportant in that moment. Everything about the male seemed to be calling me towards him, my body seeming to comply on it's own accord. The boys behind me started complaining, but quite honestly, I didn't care.

Before I had even taken three steps I felt my phone vibrate insistently in the pocket of the black jacket I wore. Normally I would just ignore the phone and continue walking, but I remembered my brother's earlier words. Taking the iPhone out of my pocket I read the message from my brother.

Don't come over here. Play hard 2 get. Go buy a martini or something. -xoxo

My eyes shifted to look at my blond brother, who gave me a discreet nod in the direction of the bar. Then, another buzz of my phone tore my gaze from him. This message was from Prussia, saying pretty much the same thing.

Dont just give in 2 him! :( U have 2 let him chase u! Now go get a beer and wait 4 him 2 go 2 u! And when he does act distant & sexy ;)

I rolled my eyes as I shoved the phone back into my pocket, I lifted my head to see Ludwig watching me intently. I wanted nothing more than to go to him but the Trio knew what they were doing, which was confirmed by the simple action of Germany noticing me with their handy work.

I tossed my hair over my shoulder and redirected my steps away from the German and towards an open stool on the other side of the bar. Within a few minutes a bartender approached me, "What can I get you, miss? You look like a dry martini kind of girl."

"Actually, yes. A dry martini would be good." I replied, leaning my elbows against the wood top of the bar. Another message was sent to my phone and I quickly checked, I had one new message from my brother.

Just wait a little and don't worry. We'll handle everything. - xoxo

I sighed heavily, chewing my bottom lip in a nervous habit. All I had to do now was sit, wait, and hope the trio actually knew what they were doing.