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Picture this, a red carpet event that leads to a big ballroom with hallways leading away from the main room containing different rooms. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, and a buffet table stretches along one side of the room. It's a black tie event. The building is very elegant. Tables placed along the edges of the room so there is enough room for dancing. Now, what could happen here?
All the countries have gathered at the event, the ballroom is filled with music and talking. Germany stands by the buffet table wonderstruck by all the food that is available.
Germany's voice rings out to no one in particular. "What's with all this food? I know all the other countries have to eat but this could fill everyone and have some left over. Who is even throwing this party?"
Italy approaches his friend with a giant plate filled with a mountain of food. "Germany! Have you seen all the food that we can eat?! It's so amazing they have all of my favorite foods, like spaghetti, linguine, penne, ravioli… He didn't realize that he had continued to ramble on.
Germany gave the Italian a slight disapproving look. "Can't you think of anything other than pasta?"
Italy's fast response was to be a bit unexpected. "Of course! I think about how lucky I am to have a good friend like you to share my love of pasta with! His eyes stay shut yet he stares at Germany with a big smile.
Germany lets out a sigh, "Do they have any liverwurst?"
On the other side of the ballroom stands Russia with his slave- I mean, his friend Lithuania
Russia is messing with the collar of his suit. "Hey, Lithuania, do you think I look good in this suit? I'd hate to have come all this way and not look good in it."
Lithuania's voice trembled as he spoke. "You look great in that suit, Russia sir."
Russia's evil glare comes across his face scaring the poor country more. "Lithuania, you wouldn't happen to be patronizing me would you? Cause I'll have you know I'll crush you like a bug if you were."
Lithuania begins to panic and his voice rings out, "Of course not sir! I would never do something like that to you!" He continued to tremble as Russia simply smiled at him.
Outside the beautiful ballroom a cherry red Lamborghini pulled up smoothly from the fast-paced driving from the late attendee. The butterfly doors swung open to have Party In The U.S.A spill out loud enough that it could be heard in the ballroom over the talking and music; yet the only words that could truly be understood was USA and America!
America's shout could be heard just about anywhere at the party. "The HERO has arrived!"
The excited man swung the ballroom doors open, much to the annoyance of all the other countries attending the party. However, one thing they did not expect was a beautiful red-headed woman standing next to America. Hmmm wonder who she could be? Anyways, the lovely woman had green eyes sparkling with amusement at the sight before her. An elegant black dress that was sexy yet modest-ish adorned her slim figure. Wonder who she is and why she's with America, maybe if we stick around we'll find out.
Prussia runs up to America shouting, "The awesome me declares that we must have an AWESOME-OFF!" He then proceed to start pointing at America while laughing wildly.
America looks at the short woman who can barely reach his chin. She just gives him a small smile and a soft nod before walking away while the boys strike different poses in front of a camera so that the people, who aren't even paying attention, can decide who is awesome-er. That is a word isn't it, oh well.
England and France were at one of the tables in the corner holding what could only be liquor in their hands as they bicker at each other, like always. At least this time a brawl hasn't broken out... yet.
The woman had wandered around herself until reaching the gentlemen. Deciding not to be rude, she spoke, "Hello, gentleman, monsieur." She smiles charmingly at the two while being able to pronounce both accents perfectly.
France walks forward and places a hand, which is obviously not holding the drink, under her chin. "Ohhonhon. Why, Madame, are you here alone?"
England, with a very irate look, forcefully pulls France back away from the beautiful lady. "I apologize for his actions Ms. I am England, and this frog is France."
A soft musical laughter met his ears as the red-head lips parted in mirth.
"Do not worry Sir England his actions are nothing new to me, but if you would not mind to pardon me, I think I will head to the buffet table for a drink." She began walking away before they could ask any more questions. "This fancy talk is going to kill me! How does my husband keep up with these people? Though it could be fun to mess with their heads since I do already know them." Her voice murmured to an audience of herself to release the built up tension.
Japan joins the munching Italy and the uncomfortable Germany, who is holding a second plate for the overindulging Italy. Italy sure loves his pasta. The mystery woman gracefully walked over to the trio, but Italy was too busy eating and Germany was too busy scolding Italy to notice.
Japan noticing her first spoke, "Oh hello."
"Konnichiwa." She dips her head slightly to the surprise of Japan. "May I join you Herr?"
Germany looks at her suspiciously. Thoughts zooming by in his head pausing only on one. How does she know German?
Italy not noticing the tension his friends had built began waving one hand around with a gigantic smile. "Sure! Do you like pasta?" A sweet musical laugh echoed before she responded.
"Si, I am very favorable to pasta; it is quite delicious." Her thoughts, however, were of a different nature. I'm going crazy talking to these people! I rather speak like I normally do. Italy was rambling by this point about pasta...I think… either way he was chewing the poor girl's ear off.
Germany's voice broke through the Italian's rambles. "Er, Frau? Where do you come from?" His look was a very defensive stare at the newcomer.
Japan, agreeing with the German's suspicion voiced his agreement. "Yes. I would like to know this as well."
Italy stops rambling and turns his attention to the current conversation with a gleeful anticipation. "Yes! Where did you come from? I hope it's a place that loves pasta as much as me."
Japan gave his friend an apathetic look. "Why is it that you always talk about pasta?"
America appearing out of nowhere suddenly shouts to the trio, "Sorry dudes!" He then grabs the red-head's, that he arrived with, hand tugging it away from the inquisition.
He spun her till they were dancing to the music, which so happened to be the waltz. I didn't know that America could waltz, learn something new everyday. A soft smile meant only for her spread across his face as he looked down at her. Talk about America being smooth, now seriously, who is this woman?
Her voice brought him out of his nervous state. "So, who won the contest?" She leans her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat.
America's eyes widen as his heart starts to beat slightly faster. "Who do you think?"
Emerald eyes look up at America and meets his sky-blue eyes. "Well, to be honest I could care less what the others think because you will always be the most awesome person I know; especially since I know some of the things you can do that the others don't." A slow smirk stretch over her face at the redness seeping onto her partner's face.
America's face is completely red by the time he finally manages to stutter a complete sentence out. "W-well what are some of these things you talk about?"
She reached up with her hand to guide America's face down to her level as they danced. Her lips pressed to his ear whispered softly. "Oh, you know exactly the things I am talking about…"
Keeping in time with the music, America spins her and over exaggerates on the dip, recovered from being flustered earlier and leans close to her face. "Then how about I show you these things."
The red-head's cheeks dusted pink by the dip and words. A soft voice barely breathes out, "Lead the way, Mr. Awesome…"
Scandalous! Who is this woman and I'm not sure I want to know what things they're talking about. But anyways, America waltz's them into one of the side rooms by the ballroom… Oh my.
Author's note: Hello again! I hope you enjoyed the story, but before you click away WAIT! There is more to this story, and I only know if you want to know the rest by you telling me. Okay? So review because I need all the help I can get! Anyways, thanks and round of applause to my friend who helped me write this! Bye Bye! *Clapping hands with dramatic waves and bows*
John 3:16