Tuesday, February 4, y
Dance Blades and a Hot Ass
Chapter 2: The Canasta Tango
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Alfred and Natalia were getting better and better with the Dutch Waltz, and their coach decided it was time to teach them the Canasta Tango.
"More like the Canasty tango." Alfred joked, making Natalia giggle. Their coach only sighed.
"Really, that's the best pun you can do?" She asked, and Alfred made a promise to make a bad pun for every dance.
"Then what's the one for the Dutch Waltz?"
That stumped the seven year old for a moment, before..."The Ditch ya! Since I go so much faster than Natalia!" Natalia harrumphed, and shook her head.
"You just rush!" She argued, and Alfred laughed heartily.
"Whatever you say, Nat!"
Their coach sighed softly as the two got into a playful fight with one another.
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"Tango Expression!" Their coach yelled. "Not, 'My mom took all my video games', pout, Alfred!"
Natalia had the look down. She looked feisty, flirty, and furious at the same time. Alfred was struggling just to keep the angry pout up.
When they finished the two patterns required for that competition, their very first as a pair, their coach called them over. "Alfred, I want you to practice your tango expression in the mirror. Dominate her! You're supposed to be the man! Get mad, and hone that look until it's less pouty child, and more mature."
Alfred always was up for a challenge.
So he practiced his tango look whenever he looked in a mirror.
Unfortunately for him, he did this in the school bathroom, practicing his arms as well. "Look how stupid you look!" Arthur said smugly as he came inside. The elder boy was bigger than him, and was able to overpower him easily. He gave him a swirly, and Alfred's face and shirt were completely soaked by the end of it. Alfred gave him a look of complete hatred then.
The next day when he showed up to practice, he had the tango expression mastered. "Good Alfred!" His coach praised, and Alfred's face was angrier than it had ever been. He had gotten his tango expression from that last encounter with Arthur, and he wasn't ever going to forget it.
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So, when Arthur went downstairs to go get a closer look at Alfred, the handsome smiling boy suddenly looked as though he had bitten into a lemon. His face puckered into hatred.
That startled Arthur.
He knew that he had been a little mean to the boy when they were young, but let bygones be bygones. He had been a stupid kid.
Alfred ignored him at the request of his coach.
As Arthur explored the rink, he saw several faces he recognized.
Including...Bonnefoy?
His eyebrows went right up as the French boy started to skate to piano music, wearing a belt to mark himself as the one playing his music.
He was a figure skater?
Alfred and Natalia got into a scrap on the boards, and Francis did a couple jumps where he went around three times in the air. Triples?
He was not just a figure skater, but a damn good one.
There were plenty of people on the ice, but the next pair he saw were Gilbert and Elizaveta. They skated too?
Had they just not..told him?
Was he this out of the loop?
...well, he had been a right asshole about it when he was a little kid. He awkwardly remember giving Alfred a swirly a few bouts around. Well, that explained the look.
How could he get around it then?
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A/N: They're short chapters right now, but as Alfred and Natalia get higher into the dances, there will be more. By the time we're at the International dances, there will have been sex!
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