Set with same little soul thingy, just fyi.

I don't own Hetalia!

The music twirls through the air, matching the smooth movements of the dancers and their partners. Every step perfectly in sync, every soul blending beautifully with it's match. To me, the souls made the dance floor all the more beautiful.

Not that I care at the moment, all my attention needs to be focused on finding my Romano. The Italian arrived before me, along with his (adorable) little brother and Ludwig, and I haven't managed to find the boy yet.

It took forty minutes, one confused little brother, one annoying Englishman, and two perverted friends to locate the brunette.

He had hidden out of sight along a wall gripping a glass of wine and scowling at the floor. I smile softly before hurling myself over and throwing my arms around his shoulders, spilling his wine and gracing the world with a cuss. His insults assault my ears in a voice that belongs with hugs and cuddling, not crude shouts, but his wings flutter lightly, and his eyes glimmer with hidden hope.

He claims that he's not hiding, he just hates dancing. But I've twirled with him enough to know that he loves it, when he has a good partner. I smile blindingly and laugh, then take his hand and pull him, stuttering and cussing, to the middle of the room.

He blushes, but stops complaining, and seems more than happy to put his free hand on my shoulder and dance with me. He tries to keep distance between us, I know he's scared of what people would think, we've never danced together in front of anyone. I feel my expression get softer as I carefully pull him close, whispering to him not to worry, no one will say a word, and if they do I'll look after 'my most precious Lovi'.

Lovino blushes furiously, but slides closer anyway, telling me that I'd better. And then we start to dance, not the careful, basic dancing we've been doing up until now. No. Now we really dance, we twirl and turn and dip, we move in the way that is completely natural to the two of us. We've danced like this since Lovi first came up to me, stuttering and asking me to teach him to dance.

His wings lift. Matching our movements perfectly, and not for the first time, I wish I could see my own soul so that I could see how ours look together. But it doesn't really matter. I can't bring myself to care to much, because now Lovi is laughing and smiling and he looks so purely energetic happy that I can't bring myself to care about anyone else. Not about weather our souls match, not about the people around us, not about his little brother.

All that matters is Lovino. My beautiful Lovino, who is finally happy. This is the first time I've gotten to hold him like this in front of people. I want to hold him close and never let go, I want to let everyone know how much I love him, and I want them to know that he is mine. Finally, after years and years he's mine.

So I do, I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer still and pressing him tight against me and brushing my lips against his. People around us freeze and stare, Lovi seems rather shocked himself, but he appears to be okay with it, pressing back gently before pulling away and muttering a soft complaint. I just laugh and twirl him again, smiling as his wings flutter so hard I fear he'll actually take off.

Eventually, the song ends, then the next and the next. We continue on for ages before tiring and slipping off to the side. Lovino's face is flushed with joy and he allows me to hold his hand as we walk and I can tell, no matter how much he denies it, that he's having as much fun as I am.

After all, his wings are fluttering.

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