Here's the next chapter of my story. This is told by my own Moscow. Thanks to Hokuto Uchiha for her beautiful Warsaw and Vilnius. Thanks to KingKenny'sButler for inspiration on Liverpool. I don not own Kraftwerk or Neon Lights. I also don't own Hetalia or the YMCA song. Any way, enjoy and Happy Valentine's Day. R and R and enjoy!
14th February
Dear Diary,
I always see Vilnius write in his diary, so neat and well-kept, so I thought I'd give it a try. I once asked him why he always kept up to date with his diary.
"When I have kids or when I'm really old, I can look back at these memories. Who knows? I might publish these and earn millions to boost my economy." Vilnius replied. I thought about it and now I'm going to give it a , I'll try my best!
Me and Papa got out of the carriage to stop for a toilet break. It was also a great time to ask him questions.
"Are you sure she's going to wear purple?" I asked my father as we both stood near the urinals.
"Trust me, Vienna almost always wears purple. Unless it's ballet or her pyjamas." My great country winked at me, unzipping his pants.
"I hope she does. She might find it weird other wise." I giggled as I checked the cubicles.
"Actually, she also wears white a lot..." I heard my dad say behind my back. My heart dropped. I really do hope she wears purple! I thought to myself
"I'll meet you outside, da!" My father called as he left the male's bath room.
Once I finished my business, I washed my hands whilst I stared at the young man in the mirror. His hair was silvery-grey-blonde or what ever you call it, a bit longer than Russia's. He was taller than I remembered and lot more handsome. He was also a lot more older than I remembered. And felt.
I squashed my nose against the mirror. The young male had no spots, no zits to signify him as a teenager. My smile faltered. Who was this male? And why was he copying off me?
"Quit copying off me!" I shouted to the mysterious young man. He didn't reply but he looked really angry.
"Latvia! Tell him to stop copying off me!" I whined to the Baltic State as he entered the room. He started shaking. I sighed, it was just like him!
I stormed out of the room and joined the carriage.
"You okay Moscow?" Vilnius whispered to me. Vilnius is my one true friend, he's taught me a lot and gives me advice. I have other friends as well but I don't see them as often as I would like to.
"I'm fine but some creep kept copying off me." I huffed, folding my arms.
"You sure that was not your own reflection?" Vilnius asked me.
"No! I'm much younger and I have spots!" I replied back.
"Tallinn gave you spot cream though. Perhaps you just look older because you're in your good clothes?" Vilnius suggested. I smiled. That's bound to be it!
Satisfied, I cradled Vienna's present. If she doesn't like it then I could always keep it. I thought to myself.
Eventually, after a nice long nap and an eye spy contest, we reached Germany's house. The house was full of lights, just as if they forgot to put the Christmas lights down.
"Every one remember the rules, da?" Russia said to all of us as we stopped on the steps leading to Germany's door.
"Don't tell any one military or political plans." Vilnius spoke up.
"Don't climb into bed with any one." Tallinn recited.
"Unless you're a boy and use protection." Latvia nodded.
"Don't stroke animals that you don't know about except the cat." I beamed. It was my favourite rule. I nudged Riga so she could say her one.
"Don't bad-mouth the Russian Empire." Riga sighed.
"If you've had enough, meet up with another part of the Russian Empire and return here." Estonia recited, grabbing Tallinn's hand and squeezing it.
"Don't try any of England's food." Lithuania grinned. He seemed to love that rule.
"Don't let Estonia on the kareoke." Kiev pitched up.
"Be back before midnight." Minsk groaned.
"Good, off we go!" My father smiled before leading us into Germany's house.
"Welcome! Please make your way in and enjoy yourselves!" Berlin grinned to us. You could tell he was faking the whole thing by the way his toothy grin was wobbling.
"Thank you! Will do!" I smiled back. I love winding him up.
The ball room was VERY big. Am impressive chandelier hanged down from the ceiling, tables full of food and drinks were on both sides of the room whilst chairs were facing the dance floor. The walls were a gold colour and the chair were comfy sapphire blue. The large variety of food smelt really good and made my mouth water. In front of the room was a large stage, where normally Germany makes announcements such as: "OI! Stop eating all the wurst Munich! Berlin if you dare copy off him I will kill you!"
We all went our separate ways, except me who was following Russia.
"Hello China!" I beamed to the Asian. He was wearing his normal uniform, which kind of ruined the whole point of the ball.
"Hello Moscow! You've gotten taller, aru!" China smiled up at me. He says that every time.
"Why thanks!" I smiled, "Hello Japan!"
"Hello Moscow." Japan said nervously. Japan's a nice man, he's just a bit quiet.
"Mini Moscow!" One of my best friends shouted, running to me, her dress flying.
"Big Beijing!" I laughed as I caught her and swirled her around. Beijing was wearing a red silk Chinese dress with gold embroidered flowers, her dark hair into 2 buns on either side of her head, like mouse ears.
"Tiny Tokyo!" I beamed at Tokyo, who was running into a jump.
"Massive Moscow!" Tokyo squealed as I twirled her around. She was wearing a blue kimono with silver flowers with her raven hair down.
"Who are your Valentines then?" I asked my two best friends.
"Each other!" Tokyo beamed. My heart dropped dead.
"We did ring you yesterday but your phone was engaged." Beijing hugged me. My two best friends excluded me. My bit lip to stop myself from showing my emotions.
"It's okay," I said shakily, "I already have a Valentine."
"WHO?" They asked excitedly.
"Vienna, Austria's Capital." I smiled. Beijing looked as if I just told her I was a girl. Her face looked like this: O.o
Tokyo on the other hand looked as if I just told her we won the lottery: ^.^
"Great choice!" Tokyo beamed happily.
"Come on, da! We got other people to see to!" Papa smiled grabbing my hand, "See you soon, China! See you soon Japan!" In the corner of my eye I could see Japan tremble.
"Do I have to say hello to every one?" I whined. Meeting every one used to be fun when we were little because we didn't care who's family you came from or what you looked like, we just played tag whilst the adults chatted. But nowadays, that never applied.
"Well, now you're a teenager, I can show you my favourite little trick, da." Papa winked at me as we headed over to one of the table with refreshments.
"You pick two drinks up," Russia explained, "and walk round with them. You just nod and smile at every one." He picked up two bottles of vodka and began to walk round the room.
"I see!" I laughed at my dad. How ever that trick wasn't for me. I couldn't help but converse with every one! They had so many things to say, all very different too! So I had a nice long chat with Greece about cats when I realised something very important.
"VILNIUS!" I shouted as I ran to my servant.
"Yes?" Vilnius sighed, looking rather dis-pleased to see me.
"You forgot your present to Warsaw..." I whispered, gently giving him the pink parcel from behind my back.
"Oh, thanks so much! You're a darling!" Vilnius whispered gratefully before turning round to talk to London.
"Moscow!" Athens called to me. Athens is mad! She likes to wear old Ancient Greek attire or dress up as a cat. Right now she was mixing the two.
"What's wrong Athens?" I smiled making my way over to the other side of the room. She was near a food table with a small group of cities.
"Nothing. Just we need your approval on something," Athens grinned. Politics was very much discussed amongst us capital cities. We don't try to kill each other like our parents but every one likes a good argument.
"What religion are you?" Athens asked, brushing one of her ringlets to the side of her face.
"I'm mainly Russian Orthodox," I explained, "but Judaism and Islam is also a very common part of me."
"AHA!" Athens said triumphantly to the small group of people behind her.
"Orthodoxy strikes again!" Olympus laughed politely.
"We still win." a sudden voice behind me says. The accent and gentleness of that voice made my hair stand on end.
"Vienna!" I grinned, unable to keep my excitement.
"Moscow!" She smiled politely before turning to the overs, "this argument is a waste of time. There are many different religions in this world, trying to write down all the different religions is impossible to tally!"
"I need to talk with you..." I said rather awkwardly, shuffling my feet.
"Oh! Sure! Follow me!" Vienna smiled before leading the way. Vienna is always wearing a polite smile, unless she is over-joyed or greatly upset, then her smile will change. It's hard to see what she's feeling. A grin conquered my face as I saw her dress. It was a purple dress with straps and pink lace on the bottom. She looked so cute and innocent in it. Her dark hair was still in her plaits and she still wore her usual hair clip and jewellery. Her hair looked so inviting I wanted to reach out and stroke it but I decided it'd be best not to.
She lead me outside into a neatly kept garden. The sky was navy blue and the air was bitterly cold, the moon was out like a glowing banana as the star glittered.
"What's wrong?" She asked politely.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" I beamed nervously, giving her my purple parcel.
"Oh!" She blushed before slowly unwrapping my gift. Her polite smile grew into true smile. My heart raced in my chest.
"I love it! Thank you ever so much!" Vienna beamed happily, throwing her arms around me. Just as quickly as she hugged me, she pulled back. "I have nothing for you though..." She added, and her smile wiped off.
"It's okay!" I smiled at her. Just seeing that smile was good enough for me!
"No it's not!" Vienna looked up at me, "What would you like? Chocolates? I could run back and get something... Anything! What do you want?"
"A kiss." I said too quickly to shut myself up.
"A kiss?" She blinked. I held my breath and wondered what would happen next.
"Wait a second!" She said quickly before running off inside, her plaits flying in the wind. So she left me there in the dark coldness. The trees looked jet black, their branches looking like bizarre arms waving through the wind. I began to think she stood me up just before she showed up. With a chair...
"Okay!" She said determinedly, climbing on to the chair, "Where do you want it?"
"On my lips, please!" I asked gratefully. Vienna was now the same size as me.
"Okay, just close your eyes then..." Vienna blushed as I closed my eyes gently.
I forgot myself completely in that moment. I felt my cheeks burn up even more than ever before. My heart was so active I thought it'd burst out on to the floor. She fitted so snugly in my arms. Gently her arms wrapped round my neck, getting closer. I wrapped my arms around her waist and stroked the end of her plaits. They felt like cat fur in my fingers...
Suddenly, something whacked my body and lingered there. At the same time I heard a high pitch squeal and let go of our kiss. I opened my eyes to see Vienna hanging off my neck.
"What happened to the chair?" I asked the frightened Viennese girl.
"Some one must have decided to grab it." Vienna whispered, looking around. Slowly I let her back down to the ground.
"I enjoyed that!" I smiled.
"Me too..." Vienna flushed heavily, clutching her present to her chest. "Hey, will you do me 2 favours please?" She asked.
"Sure! What are they?" I asked curiously.
"Save me a dance..." She winked at me, "And stop growing!" She laughed before heading back inside.
I stood, dumbstruck, trying to get over what just happened. Did I really just kiss Vienna Wien?
"I'm getting ViennaxMoscow written on my forehead!" Minsk laughed, appearing from a bush.
"I thought moving the chair would deepen the kiss, not end it! So sorry!" Munich apologised.
"You're with Vienna! Congratulations!" Kiev smiled, following Munich and Minsk.
"Tip: Don't kiss her mole! Apparently it makes her... frisky..." Stockholm winked at me.
"And you would know?" Budapest asked, eye brows raised, pulling the chair that they nicked off Vienna's feet behind him.
I was even more dumfounded. Stockholm was the most popular dude in Europe. Except Paris and Rome but they're a bit finicky. He was handsome, popular and had a scary dad. What was not to love? Yet he was talking to me? WOW! He was wearing a stylish blue tuxedo and was wearing contacts instead of his glasses.
Budapest was wearing a light green tuxedo with his hair tied back with a green ribbon. He still looked A LOT like his mother but I'd never say that to his face.
I went inside, still dazed, and found that Kraftwerk were playing. My whole body was defrosting in the room, stuffy room until I remembered my promise only 10 minutes ago.
"Vienna?" I asked the Austrian who was playing quite happily on the floor with her Russian doll.
"Mm? OH! Sorry!" She blushed as she noticed I was there.
"You want to dance now?" I asked politely.
"Awwww, bless your little leotard!" Vienna giggled, "I meant a slow dance!"
"Oh!" I said. As if I know what that is?
"Right, I'll see you soon!" I nodded to Vienna as I ran up the stairs...
"Happy Valentine's day!" Vilnius smiled nervously before giving Warsaw her present. Warsaw tackled the rose paper excitedly before her smile dropped.
"Is this, like, some totally weird joke?" She squeaked.
"No! I don't understand..." Vilnius frowned as he saw the empty box.
"MOSCOW!" Warsaw shouted. I giggled behind the red curtain before running down the stair case.
"Good one!" Minsk hi-five me. Minsk and Warsaw have been fighting over Vilnius since he came to being. As I love winding up Warsaw as much as I do to Vilnius, I've always been on Minsk's side.
"Wipe that off before Austria sees!" I hissed at the what she written on her forehead. All of us knew that if Austria found out he'd lock Vienna away from all non-German speaking people. Which means I'd have to learn another language.
"Awwww, sorry! I'll get a t-shirt instead!" Minsk smirked at me.
"MINI MOSCOW!" Beijing shouted from the other side of the ball room. I rushed to her and Tokyo.
"Dance time!" Tokyo laughed as I joined them on the dance floor. Kraftwerk started to sing and we all started to dance, a big crowd of teenagers, from different backgrounds and different ways of looking at life. I think it sounds pretty magical!
The red and blue lights swirled round the dance floor. Sure, it was supposed to be a ball, but you can't turn down Kraftwerk. And you can't have Kraftwerk with out a good dance floor! Every one was enjoying them selves, I even saw Vienna making her Russia dolls dance along.
"Go Moscow! Go Moscow!" The people around me started chanting. Soon there was a circle around me and before I knew it, I was having a dance off with Liverpool! The One And Only Liverpool! I love dancing, the adrenaline rush and the way it seems so easy. Just stick a song on and I'll be dancing. I began to do the Cossack dance, doing it quite quickly too, whilst Liverpool was spinning on his head.
"OH! We're going to play that game, are we, la? WATCH ME, LAD!" Liverpool shouted happily as he began to do the river dance.
"Out of my way, amateur! Let me show you how it's done!" Dublin laughed, river dancing beside the lovable scouser. Soon we were all doing our nations dance (Minsk was doing the Russian dance, I was doing the Ukrainian dance and Kiev was just bopping away). Soon Liverpool and London were Morris dancing beside Paris, even though all 3 hate each other passionately.
"HALLO!" Prussia shouted down the mick in his blue stripy pyjamas. When I turned my head to see him I saw something that gave me a delightful fright. Him, Germany, Austria, Czech, Slovakia and Switzerland were all doing the National dance of Germany. Berlin, Bern, Munich and Hanover all ran onto the cream-coloured stage and joined in.
Suddenly there was a loud clash, stunning the room to silence and the sound of smashing.
"WHY DO ZAT?" Vienna shouted to a brunette a few centimetres from her.
"I'm sorry..." He answered her. I remembered that accent at once as my eyes lay on the smashed wood on the floor and the turned over table. Quickly and quite suddenly, hot anger filled my chest.
"YOU LITTLE!" I shouted, not suppressing my anger very well. I can't remember what happened but according to Vilnius and Minsk I lifted Budapest up in the air by his collar.
"Let him down..." Vienna whispered to me soothingly, stroking my shoulders and deleting all the anger inside of me.
"Now, Budapest, say sorry to Moscow." Vienna asked politely to Budapest. She had this firmness about her, like a teacher, and yet still managed to be polite.
"Sorry, Moscow..." Budapest murmured, looking down to his feet and pushing a loose strand of unruly hair back behind his ear.
"Good boy! Now, Moscow, say sorry to Budapest..." Vienna said to me in the same firm tone she used on Budapest.
"Sorry Budapest." I apologised, giving him my hand to shake. Reluctantly he shook it. I'm not sure whether I forgive him or not but time will tell.
"Good. Budapest, you will spend tomorrow with me to glue the Russian dolls back together. Moscow, you still owe me a dance." Vienna said before taking my arm. At that exact moment the music stopped and slower music came. Well, as slow as Kraftwerk could get.
"Neon lights,
shimmering neon lights,
and at the dark of night,
this city's made of lights..." The lead singer sang softly as soft music followed.
I looked down as I danced with Vienna. I was too nervous to look at her face and was worried that if I got lost in her violet eyes I'd stand on her dainty feet.
"Please look up Moscow!" Vienna laughed, tilting my chin up. Well, as best as she could.
"I'm worried I'll step on your feet!" I blushed.
"Don't worry. You're always fine in dance class." Vienna smiled at me as she lead my hand to her waist. My face went even redder.
Soon I got lost, noting every feature of her face and glittery violet eyes. Suddenly the music changed and I looked up. You have to be kidding me? As I found the dance floor completely empty.
"Vienna x Moscow!" Minsk and Tokyo shouted as the others cheered.
"Minsk!" I hissed before looking at Vienna's traumatised face.
"Come on then da," Russia grinned before holding his hand out to China, "Let's join the youngsters!" Poor China didn't have a choice and was dragged next to me and Vienna against his own will.
"YEAH! Rock on crazy Russians and Chinese!" Liverpool beamed before grabbing Beijing and forcing her on to the dance floor.
"DIBS ON OTTAWA!" Paris squealed as she rushed to the poor Canadian. Soon we were all dancing slow and giggling when Liverpool was doing "Slow Viennese Waltz"
After Liverpool's slow motion of Moon Walk and Thriller was over, America rushed to the the stage like a mad man, taking his Iggy with him.
"Okay! Follow my lead!" America grinned. England looked like he could die at any minute. The song that the Yankee put on sounded very odd but we still followed him. It reminded me a bit of cheerleading when he started doing the letters with his arms.
"YMCA!" Papa sang, following the crazy dance next to me.
"Whoa!" I shouted, almost jumping. I didn't notice him right next to me.
"MY BACK!" Ukraine screamed next to me, after doing the "Y". Kiev and her rushed out the door to look for pain killers. That left Minsk and Belarus next to me.
"Marry me, marry me!" Belarus chanted, looking straight pass me. It was odd to think that my Auntie, who's daughter I'm close to, wants to marry my dad.
"AH!" Russia yelped before running out the door. We continued the crazy dance until the music stopped. I reunited with Vienna as fast as I could.
"Moscow! Hurry up! You too Tallinn!" Riga shouted, popping her head round the door like a meerkat.
"I have to go now," I whispered to the Austrian below me, "I'll get Russia to give me your number, with you permission, da?"
"Ja, Budapest will super-glue the Russian doll back together. I think it was only the Calico cat that got damaged." Vienna looked up at me, with a very big smile on her face.
"WIEN! DID YOU EAT ALL MY WURST!" Berlin screamed from the other side of the grand hall.
"No..." Vienna said innocently, twirling her finger around the end of her plait, "Bye!" She added before scooting off.
Now I'm back home, happy as can be. Tomorrow I'll ask Russia for her number, but now I need to sleep!
Night, dear diary! Perhaps I could let Russicat read this, da?
Moscow xx
I'm ever so sorry! The next one will be better, I promise!
Byieeee!
ilurrrverussia!