Dance With Me: SpaMano
WARNING: ROMANCEY STUFF LIKE KISSING AND STUFF
"Wait, you don't know how to dance?"
Romano blushed wildly at his roommate, his cheeks growing red. "W-what's it to ya, tomato bastard!" Spain shook his head, chuckling silently. "Nothing, Romano. I just thought you would know how to dance. Your brother knows how to dance-" "DON'T COMPARE ME TO THAT PASTA BASTARD OF A FRATELLO!" Romano flushed an even deeper shade of red. Spain smiled, and walked over to his CD player. "What are you doing?" "Nothing, nothing." A soft waltz started playing, and Spain walked over and took Romano's hands. "W-WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" "Shh... Just follow me." Spain placed his hand on Romano's waist. "Put your hand on my shoulder." Romano, whose face was now a crimson color akin to a tomato, did as he was told. "Now move your feet in a box pattern." They moved like this for a while, with Spain issuing instructions and Romano trying his best to follow and not step on Spain's feet too much. "You're doing well." Spain whispered in Romano's ear. As a response, Romano did a very un-Romano like thing.
He purred.
Spain smiled, stepping back from his partner. "I think we're good for today." Before he left the room, he handed Romano a gilded invitation.
You are invited to a formal dinner party at Austria's house.
6:00-10:00
Formal dancing expected. Please bring a partner.
Romano smiled. That bastard.
~~~At Austria's Fancy Party~~~
"I don't know if I can do this!"
"You'll be fine! Just remember what we practiced yesterday."
As the music started, Austria and Hungary were the first to step onto the dance floor, followed by Prussia and Canada, and France and England. Romano took a deep breath, and stepped out with Spain onto the dance floor. A couple of murmurs broke out, but were soon silenced. "Ready?" Romano gulped, and nodded. They began to move across the dance floor, in rhythm to the music. Romano rested his head against Spain's shoulder as they danced, earning a low moan from Spain. At the end of the song, they removed themselves from the dance floor. Romano was in a giddy mood for the rest of the night. And he can tell you, the nation that kissed him was no bastard, tomato or otherwise.
