A/N: I don't own Hetalia, the characters belong to Hidekaz Himaruya. But I do own this story. Here's a UsUk fic! Warning: A few cuss words will be here and there (No, not from Romano)
Learn To Waltz
Chapter One
America played with his blue pen, scribbling down nonsense in his papers. Today was a World Meeting, and today was a very important one. Since many countries had good things happening to them, they thought of having a 'little' party celebrate for the cause, but America was hearing none of it until the end.
"Nov, we only need a host for zhis gazhering." Germany stated, looking around the room, "Any volunteers?" Italy raised up his hand cheerfully, and was shouting 'Germany! Germany! Me! Me!' which for the German, couldn't ignore. "Yes, Italy?" Germany asked, staring at the auburn-haired Italian.
Italy smiled, "What about my place? We have plenty of women, plus we can have plenty of wine!" Romano nodded, and silently agreed with his little brother.
"But Italy, we already went to your place plenty of times..." Hungary said, smiling warily at him, "Its lovely and all... But, let's someone else be the country host, okay?" Italy looked at a disappointed, and nodded.
"Hm... What about my place, aru?" China suggested, "We have plenty of Chinese noodles to pass around, aru."
"No offense China, but since I'm mostly at your place, it won't feel like a festivity to me." Hong Kong said in a monotone voice, looking away as the Chinese man looked offended.
"So rude, aru!"
All the countries tried to think of where the party will take place, and it's pretty hard to choose. "How can a finding a place for the fiesta be so hard?" Spain asked, scratching his head and forgetting about his fluent word.
"No!" Everyone exclaimed, until they all looked at America, and stared at the Spaniard. Spain noticed the stare of the American, and cursed under his breath. "Mierda..." Spain muttered, hitting himself in the head.
"Dude... Did you just say..." America tried cool down, but soon the excitement took over, " A PARTY?" Spain sweat-dropped, and started to mentally hit himself.
"No, mi amigo, it's not what it means..." Spain tried to lie, but there was no hope really.
"Dude, more and more Spanish people come to my place, I practically know the entire language! Hola! Mi llamo America! Como tu esta?" America said, smiling at him and acting like a fool.
Spain smiled lightly, and tried not to laugh hard. "Si, but fiesta doesn't mean a party..." He tried to lie again, but really, no hope in there.
America's eyes brightened, and asked a lot of questions after Spain said his sentence. He gets hyped up when someone uses the word 'party' so you can't really blame him. "When is it? Where is it? Who's invited? What is it about? Will there be chicks? Dude, tell me EVERYTHING!" America exclaimed, happy in the sudden subject.
"America, relax!" England exclaimed at him, "This is not one of those 'parties' you go to every Friday night, this one is different." America then looked at the blond-haired man, and blinked.
"How different?" America asked, his voice sounding a bit uncertain now. England smirked at this, and crossed his arms.
"It's a formal party, with formal people." England said, "That means there will be no 'partying around' or that nonsense that you do." America's face dropped, and looked down at his papers.
"Dude, you just killed the vibe..." America said, feeling sad now. Germany cleared his throat, which then made everyone looked at him.
"Vell, it seems zhough as if America knows now," Germany said, "Then vhere vill zhe party take place zhen?"
"I choose England's place." Liechtenstein said, her first words appearing since the meeting started, "It has the best place to waltz."
"The what?" America asked, looking at the little blonde teenage girl.
"Yes I agree," Japan said, "It arso has the best barrroom dance froor."
"The ballroom what?" America asked again, but everyone ignored him.
"The only thing that's wrong with the place is that," France began to say, "The cooking there is terrible." Everyone nodded in agreement, which then all the compliments that England had been thrown down by the Frenchman.
"You're just jealous!" England exclaimed, glaring at him, "My cooking is not that bad, you know!" France was about to retort, until Germany whistled, which caught everyone's attention, even the one minded American.
"All right zhen," Germany said, stacking his papers together, "The host country vill be England then. Any objections?" No one said anything. "Okay zhen, the meeting is dismissed." Everyone got up from their seats, and walked out towards the exit door.
Mostly everyone are talking about the upcoming party once they were getting out of the meeting hall. Once everyone was out, the exit doors were locked, but still there was someone inside the conference room.
"If someone was going to ask my opinion, I think England is a good choice as well." A small whisper was said, smiling as then the lights soon turned off.
The small little polar bear in the person's arms soon asked, "Who are you?"
"I'm Canada..."
Later
America was walking down the street, and was thinking deep in thought. What were they talking about with this 'waltz' thing... He thought to himself, placing his hand under his chin. What is it anyways? Never heard of it.
America then was in front of his house, and he unlocked the front door. Whatever it is, it looks like it will be important in the party. America scratched his head, and noticed his alien friend, Tony. "Dude, Tony! I need your help!" America exclaimed, going over to the alien.
"Fucking?" Tony asked, looking over at the American.
"What's a waltz?" America asked, "Dude, I need to do it in this formal party coming up!"
"Fucking bitch!" Tony exclaimed, staring at him. America eyes then widened.
"What? No way! It's dancing?" America exclaimed back, while the alien nodded. "Man, can't anyone say that in the meeting?" Tony shrugged his shoulders, and went back to what he was doing.
America let the alien do his thing, and went charging down to his room. "So it's a fancy party then..." America said, "Do I have anything that I can wear on that day?" He asked to himself, going to his closet.
Only old worn out clothes, a cowboy hat, cowboy boots, and other American stuff. The dirty-blond male hit his head in the closet door. "I have nothing..." He said to himself, but then noticed a box in the bottom corner of his closet.
America stared at it, and looked down towards it. "What's this?" He asked, going to the old shoe box and carefully getting it. He then took out the cover, and looked down to see a well cleaned out suit, with dressing shoes on top of it.
America looked at the suit confusingly. "When did I get this?" He asked, looking at it. It looked like he never wore it, and it fitted his size perfectly from the looks of it. Same goes with the dressing shoes. "Bet it was France..." America said, placing the box to his bed. "Always making me wear suits since the time he gave me Liberty.*"
America took out his phone, and went to the Google app. What's a waltz? He asked to the Google machine, and waited for his answer. He then read out the answer. "A dance in triple time performed by a couple who as a pair turn rhythmically around and around as they progress around the dance floor." America read out loud, and scratched his head.
"The hell does that mean?" He asked to himself, "Gonna call someone to tell me what the heck is a waltz." He then went to his contacts, and clicked on his brother's number. He waited for it to ring, and was answered by the Canadian.
"Oh hey America." Canada said, smiling to the phone. "What do you need, eh?"
"Bro! Dude!" America exclaimed, leaving the poor Canadian's ear hurt, "Tell me, what's a waltz?"
"Waltz?" Canada asked, pressing his phone more to his ear. "You want to learn how to waltz?" America fidgeted with the question, but got over it. He just wanted to know what it is.
"Yes! Please!" America said, feeling a bit embarrassed now. "You see, in the World Meeting, the countries have formed a fancy party at England's place, and you see, there's this thing called a 'waltz' that is necessary." He explained, quoting the word waltz.
Canada, being the nice nature he is, just smiled and glared lightly at the phone. "Oh I see. I was in the meeting too, you know." America's eyes widened.
"Really?! Dude, where were you?! I couldn't see you!"
"I was sitting next to you..."
America laughed, and scratched his neck. "Dude, there was no one sitting next to me!" Canada held his fist, and smiled warily at the phone. "It was only the polar bear!"
Canada was about to say something else, until the lights were turned on again in the meeting. "Canada? What are you doing 'ere?" France asked, looking at the translucent figure.
"I got locked up here." He said, looking down at Kumajiro. "We were waiting for someone to get us. What about you? What are you doing here, eh?" France then went over to the Canadian, and pointed to the seat he sat before.
"I forgot my notebook." He admitted, getting the small little black book. "It has the latest number I got from a lovely dame, plus I owe another dame for getting me the key for the meeting hall." Canada sweat-dropped, and heard the American on the other line.
"Dude? Who's that?" America asked, waiting for his brother to respond. Canada looked at his phone then to France, and replied to the America quickly.
"I'll call you later, bro." Canada said, ending the call and leaving the American dumfounded.
"Wait!" America exclaimed, looking at the phone like if it were the last hope he had. Little Canada just ditched his American brother with a wine-loving Frenchman.
"You still didn't explain to me what a waltz is!"
And here's the first chapter! Thank you for reading this story and I hope to see you soon on the next chapter!
* - The Statue of Liberty, Ms. Liberty, or the statue of a woman who France gave to Mr. America, that has Fem!France face on it (Just kidding)
Ciao! See you soon!
~MoonlightStar400