Lost in a fairytale,
Can you hold my hands and be my guide?
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It had been just shy of noon when Finland got the call. He had been pursuing what he thought was an honest goal of doing the laundry and finishing up some paperwork that had apparently decided not to disappear at his glares.
Finland stepped over to the phone and irritatedly glanced at the glowing screen.
"Beilschmidt...German? It's not Ludwig's surname though.. or Roderich's.."
Finland sighed in defeat and picked up the phone.
"Hello, Finland speaking." he chimed, doing his best to use a polite tone.
"...Hi."
Finland raised an eyebrow, not used to being greeted so abruptly.
"Can I help you?"
"...yeah."
Oh, well great.
Finland prayed for patience.
" Well?"
Finland could almost see the wincing of the mystery man before he replied:
" Uh....yeah well see, West said you were a real good dancer..and there's this thing coming up.."
He cleared his throat.
"I want you to teach me to dance." he said, as if he was proposing marriage.
'West..'
Oh god, it was Prussia.
Oh god, Prussia wanted to be taught to dance.
Finland could already hear his excessive use of the word 'awesome' and his jokes that made Denmark's sound like works of art.
However, one thing stuck out most to him.
"If you don't mind me asking, when did you get your own place?"
"Ahh yeah uhh... just decided I needed my own space, ya know?"
Finland nodded and made a mental note to congratulate Germany for finally working up the nerve to kick his brother out of their shared home.
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It had been just shy of midnight when Denmark got the call. He had been pursuing what he thought was
an honest goal of getting drunk off his ass, and ignoring some paperwork that he never planned on doing in the first place.
He reached in his pocket and fished out a beat-up looking cellphone. He really only had it because Norway insisted that
modern nations needed modern devices to 'stay in touch with the world'. Denmark had snorted
and let Norway know he was the last person who should be preaching about communicating, but took it anyway.
He had no idea why he had brought it along.
Denmark groaned and set his drink down, replacing it with the phone.
"Hullo?"
"Are there any sort of.. balls going on in the near future?"
Denmark was almost embarrassed at how quickly he recognized the insistent voice.
"Uhh...yeah, one in Berlin in a coupla weeks."
"Why am I always the last one to know these things?!"
" Why are you calling me at 12 AM?!" Denmark replied, imitating Finland's whiny tone.
"Never you mind. Would you mind taking me?"
Wouldn't mind at all, Denmark thought, but he answered Finland's query with another question.
" Wha.. why, what's wrong with his His Majesty?"
"He's coming later on." Denmark could hear the sigh in the smaller man's voice. "Prior commitments."
"So...about the whole 'me-escorting-you' thing... you know there's competition, right? I have lots of options!"
At Denmark's use of that word, Finland's mind was immediately sent reeling back to that night at Denmark's, his mind in a jumble and a fire roaring and Denmark looking dashing and..
Then, he realized that Denmark was drunk and 'options' was just a word like any other word.
"Goodnight, Denmark."
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Ludwig surveyed the scene in front of him. All the furniture in his living room (the furniture that he had put his blood sweat and tears into immaculately rearranging) had been cast off to the sides of the room, leaving
in its wake a shining hardwood floor, which Ludwig had no doubt would soon be scuffed beyond recognition.
Instead of watching the unceremonious massacre of his hard work, Ludwig decided to make a retreat.
Before he could leave the room, Finland called him back.
"Oh, Ludwig! Thanks so much for the use of your was very sweet of you."
Ludwig's face turned warmer and a ghost of a smile appeared on his face.
"It's my pleasure. I'm just glad my brother's found such a fine teacher." Germany inclined his head and then turned to leave the two men to themselves.
Finland smiled as Germany departed and turned back towards Prussia.
"Well..we might as well get started.." Finland moved forward until he was facing Prussia, then placed his hand on the taller man's shoulder, and took one of his hands with the other.
"Now, put your free hand on my back.....back, Prussia back! You do want to dance with Hungary and survive, right? Then for god's sake, stay away from her ass!"
"Oh....sorry."
Finland heaved a sigh.
"You must have danced at least a few times in the past, correct?"
"Guess so."
"Then you should know not to put your hand there!"
Prussia smiled roguishly.
"They never seemed to mind."
Finland put his head in his hand, not wanting to know.
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A few hours later, Finland flopped down on one of the couches they had banished to the side of the room, as if he didn't have one ounce of strength left in his body.
"Well, everything's said and done...hopefully you'll be able to hold your own during at least one dance."
"Hn."
Finland fixed the white-haired man with an honest gaze, the type that could make even Ivan uncomfortable.
"None of this really matters, you know. Just be yourself."
Prussia returned Finland's gaze with a withering stare.
"I know, It sounds stupid, but she hasn't seriously injured you yet, right? Then she must have some sort of feelings for you...maybe she's just scared."
A thoughtful look crossed Prussia's face at that and Finland stood to leave.
Prussia looked up with an honest stare of his own.
"Thank you." he said, with his usual abruptness. " I never really thought of that.. her bein' scared, I mean."
Finland closed his eyes and nodded, understanding Prussia more than he'd like to admit.
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A/N: Crap now I like GerFin. And PrussFin. But mostly GerFin.
Dedicated to BlackWingsBlueEyes for the lovely reviews and for being a fan of 2 of my favorite pairings!
Do I have a fetish for breaking up married couples or something? Hmm.
I'm not really happy with this at all, I think I need more practice. Chapter 2 is coming, though!
Lyrics at the start? I can just imagine Hungary saying it to Prussia and Finland saying it to Denmark for whatever reason.
Title? It'll make more sense next chapta.
Thanks for reading!!