Based off that vocaloid song. Do I have to say this is a crossover with vocaloid, since it's the same plot, but different characters? *shrug* I'll leave it as just Hetalia until future notice.
Song belongs to Kurousa-P. However, there are many different versions of the song's meaning. I'm going to base this off of AilishMelodien's version, because endings without incest or rape are the best! :D So credit to both of them.
I'm not used to doing short chapters. Oh well, time to squeeze in an incredible amount of detail for each...
Review! :D
She looked in the mirror, and her face stared back, surrounded in curly brown ringlets. It was getting dark outside, like a shade of dusky velvet glittering with diamonds, and the wicks of the candles that illuminated her room were yet to be lit. The dress laced up around her torso was almost too tight, and she plucked at the black silk. She didn't like to wear dresses, but this was a special occasion.
It was a nice dress, laced up in the back, and a lacy fringe at the bottom. Pearls lined the edge of the square-cut neckline, and the stays on the front were edged with silver. But she especially loved the way the skirt dropped straight down, flattering her slimmer figure, and then swished out in a curve of silk. A beautiful dress. Her best friend had given it to her, and she admired his taste, even if she would never admit it to him.
She reached to the ornate box on her nightstand, opened it, and the mask stared back up at her. Black and green, to match her eyes and the dress, given to her by her lover. It was comfortable, and had the remarkable ability to cling to her face despite the lack of strings. It was a masquerade ball, after all, and the masks were absolutely required. She didn't know why. She didn't much care for the rules of the palace, but now that she was the age she was, she had to wear the dresses and skirts and jewelry in the form of emerald-studded silver bangles clinking musically on her wrist.
With one slender hand, she picked up the mask, turned it over, and slipped it onto her face. She was ready at last.
Her footsteps echoed down the empty hall, bringing her ever closer to the doors that glowed from beneath with light. The shoes she was wearing matched the dress, but were treacherously unstable. She wondered how she could ever dance in them, but put the thought aside. If all else failed, she could just remove them.
She could hear the orchestra, hear the music, and before she knew it, her hands were braced against the heavy door, fingers resting in the thick metal rings. And then, with barely a touch, they were open.
The music and the light exploded out and engulfed her in a cloud of sensation. She could smell the layered scents of perfume, see the brightly colored flares of dresses spinning to the beat, and for a moment she wondered if she should turn around and flee, a black crocus among the bright wildflowers. This was no place for her.
Then she saw him, her best friend since childhood, dancing fluidly with a woman in a yellow dress. Catching sight of her, he politely made his excuses and came to her.
"Would the prettiest girl here like to dance with me?" he teased, and held out his pale hand, smiling. She accepted, tolerating his teasing as always, placing her hand in his. And she too was whirled away into the music with her red-eyed friend.
And they danced away the night, danced until the sun rose.
See? I told you it was short...*resists urge to make it longer*