~Part 1~
~Iceland's POV~
"NOW will you give my clothes back?" I question Hong Kong.
"It's two kisses now!" he replies.
"Fine!"
"Three."
"But I just agreed on two!"
"Four."
"What… This is ridiculous!"
"Five," he smirks.
I throw myself at him and grab for my shirt before he has a chance to say "six".
"Ah ah ah!" He wraps his arm around me and keeps refusing to just hand it over. "You haven't paid yet!"
I hesitantly lean in until our noses touch and I'm staring into his warm brown eyes.
"Go on, unless you're scared," he teases.
"Leon…! Is this necessary?"
"Of course it is, Emil."
I tilt my head down and flutter my eyelashes against his cheek.
"Butterfly kisses don't count, Ice," he whispers in my ear. "Do I need to show you how to do it?" He brushes his lips across mine lightly, teasingly. A warm, tingly feeling explodes in my lips and I lean into Leon almost involuntarily. Can it be called involuntary if I would have done the same thing anyway? As we kiss, he slides my shirt onto my shoulders, and when I lean away to pull my shirt all the way on, he throws my pants at me. "Now, was that really so hard?"
I can't think of anything so say to that, so I shake my head and awkwardly change the subject. "Norway didn't even think to invite us to the ball," I comment.
"Are you asking me?" Hong Kong asked flirtatiously. "We could just show up, they wouldn't turn us away."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" I query.
"What's the worst that's going to happen? Me asking you to dance?" he comes back with, raising his eyebrows. Why is he so annoyingly handsome?! "Besides, we'll be wearing masks, so no one will know."
"If you say so," I find myself agreeing. I remember, embarrassingly, that Sweden is still here and ask him, "Svi, are you coming?" He shakes his head quickly. "Are you sure? You're always wanting to see Finland again…" I trail off as he shakes his head again and stares at his book.
"Just the two of us, then," Hong Kong notes.
"Do we need to go mask shopping or something?"
"No, I, like, got you a mask last week." He pulls a pair of masks out of his sleeves and hands one to me, a pretty little emerald, sea glass green, and white masquerade mask with swirls reminiscent of a butterfly wing on the left side, while slipping on his own, a much more simple yet still fancy mask of purplish-blue and black.
"It'll make me look like a girl," I mumble.
"No, the dress will," Leon insists, dragging me to see the dress he apparently expects me to wear. It's not too bad, as far as dresses go; frilly and lacy, a fancy ball gown, but at least it's white instead of pink… What am I thinking?!
"You can't be serious!" I exclaim. "I'm not wearing a dress!"
"C'mon Ice, we all know, like, you're the woman in this relationship. But if you insist, I could get you a suit," he decides when I shoot him a glare.
"Okay," I agree. As an afterthought, I add, "How? You're going to look like a dork if you're wearing your mask with those clothes..."
Hong Kong flips his hair into his face; it's just long and thick enough to hide the scales. "Like this. I'll be back!"
~An hour later~
"Icey! I'm back!" Hong Kong announces, strolling in as casually as if he owned the place. He's carrying the suit he said he would get- frilly and white, in the exact style of the dress- but the first thing I notice is his own change of clothes. Instead of the burgundy duangua (or whatever it's called) that he usually wears, he was wearing a black coat/cape thing with a midnight blue interior and gold trim, with a matching- what are those ruffly things called? Jabots? I never paid attention to any fashion vocabulary- and a blue rose at his throat. "Ice? I know I'm, like, drop-dead sexy in this, but you can stop staring at me and change now."
I realize that my mouth is hanging open, and I close it and blush, taking the suit. "I wasn't staring," I mumble, although we both know it's a lie. "Now no watching…!" I turn away and quickly change into the white suit.
((a WONDERFUL A/N FROM xXSoul-Dweller:
…..HONGICE IS THE MOST WONDERFUL PAIRING IN THE WORLD AND FIA APPROVES OF IT
OK THERE I NEED TO GET MY SPAZZING OUT BECAUSE THIS PAIRING IS JUST PERFECTION ADSANDKJLHSFLKJBDSNKJFDKSJHFDSJHFNUHN
that is all c:
I AM NOT DONE YETTTTT THIS PAIRING WILL BREAK YOUR HEART TOO IF YOU READ PROBLEM CHILD (doujinshi) AND YOU WILL WANT TO SCREAM AT LEON AND CUDDLE EMIL AND EVERYTHING BWAH! THAT DOUJINSHI WAS NOT OK!
NOW you may continue reading this fabulous story c:
NO I WISH TO SPEAK. I WISH TO CONFESS MY UNDYING LOVE TO BOTH ROSEH-SENPAI SENPAI DESU DESU AND SICILY-SENPAI SENPAI DESU DESU. OKAY NOW CONTINUE.
Ohmygosh, Tokyo-senpai senpai desu desu! I love you too~!
NO! I LOVE YOU BOTH MORE! AND SO GOES OUR 50-GON DEAR LORD HERE WE GO AGAIN. ok now continue ouo))
"Why shouldn't I be watching?" he asks, and I turn back around to see him watching me with his head cocked slightly to the side.
"Leon! I told you not to watch!"
"Aww, you're blushing again!"
"I am not!"
"You totally are, and it's cute," he insists.
"L-let's just go…"
"Of course, Iceland."
~Half an hour later~
As we step into the ballroom and take in the sight, I can't help but gasp. I say ballroom, but to be honest it was a building of its own. There are about two dozen people already there, but it's large enough that it could hold several dozen more before even being crowded. A few marble statues of people I don't recognize, probably famous dragonslayers, are scattered throughout the room, and elaborate pillars near the walls reach from the black and white checkerboard-patterned floor to the ten-foot-high ceiling, which is decorated with the night sky itself; I can pick out numerous constellations and the full moon glows almost as beautifully as the real thing. Several crystal chandeliers dangle from the ceiling, some of the crystals catching the light and throwing tiny rainbows around the room, and ebony floor-standing candle holders bearing simple yet fancy spiral designs hold lit candles, which cast their warm glow on the walls and everything else around them.
Of course, "walls" is far from the best description. Walls they were, but six of the eight walls were almost entirely made of panels of stained-glass windows, sparkling in the fading evening light. Probably a hundred panels, I estimate, and each with a different image; one a bouquet of roses, one a few cats, another a weeping willow, yet another a tranquil river scene, everything from a wolf howling at the moon to fairies dancing to a peacock proudly displaying his tail feathers to a couple dancing. The two walls with doors are the only exceptions. The one we came through is a painting of a deciduous forest in late springtime with purple mountains in the distance, with pink and purple clouds floating across the twilight sky. A few wolves and deer peek out from behind the trees, and butterflies flutter around a cherry tree in bloom, almost seeming to dance in the shivering candlelight. Directly opposite this is a painting of the sun sinking behind the sea, its dying light sparkling on the water that was calm for an ocean but not a sheet of glass like an undisturbed lake. The horizon is reddish-orange with paler orange streaks, but not too far above it fades to pink then shifts to midnight blue with deep purple and magenta clouds. The doors themselves were medieval wooden double-doors with symmetrical spirals of dark metal.
Suddenly my eye is caught by someone with a very familiar floating curl. I didn't recognize him at first because he had actually switched his normal sailor uniform for a tuxedo that almost made him look like a penguin. He turns, as if he felt me looking at him, and stares at Hong Kong and I. He takes a step toward us, but then his eyes dart to the side and he runs off. I glance in the direction he looked to see why he ran off and see a certain Dane in a red tux walk in. He waves and runs over.
"Hey! I'm looking for someone, he's about THIS tall, blond, weird, generally smells like fishes… Have you seen him?" He clearly doesn't remember me… Typical Denmark…
"I think he went that way," I reply, waving my hand in the general direction Norway ran off. At least it should keep him off my back.
"Takk!" He then goes to find Norway.
Now that we're (sort of) alone again, Hong Kong snarkily asks, "Hey Ice, who replaced your brother with a penguin? Or is it a puffin?"
I snicker softly at that. "If Mr. Puffin was here, he wouldn't be very happy about you calling Norge a puffin…"
"Whatever!"
I hear music begin, music from the grand piano in a corner of the room.
"Perfect timing! Shall we, like, dance?" Hong Kong takes my hands.
Staring back at you,
Staring back at me,
Locked inside our own closed off world.
Acting oblivious,
but yet we both pretend
our intoxication will be sensed.
I can't help but stare as Leon spins with his arms up, and he winks at me when he pauses. I quickly join back in with the dance. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Norway hiding behind a pillar, probably trying to avoid Denmark, and decide to ignore him.
In an ordinary feeling of love, my heart pounds,
And I,
Will set up my trap for you.
Even though I'm eagerly after you,
I won't
leave fingerprints behind.
We continue dancing until the end of the song, when Hong Kong spins me around and kisses me without warning. I blush and move my hands to his shoulders, loving every second of our contact. What seems like an hour later, he twists his head slightly to whisper in my ear, "To be linked with the scene of your smile, makes me feel so very in love with you."
~Romania's POV~
"Senpai, please notice me," I murmur, watching Bulgaria, who was hovering (not literally) by the buffet table and eating yogurt. He's wearing a white shirt with a black vest and gray pants, with black fingerless gloves, a red rose on the back of his right hand and a translucent black cloth draped over his right shoulder- not too fancy, but it suits him well. I'm dressed similarly, but with the rose on my left hand and a small black hat with another rose.
"Just ask him! He can't turn you down!" Moldova insisted. He looked like a tiny vampire with his black cloak.
I smile, "Thanks, Moldova!" I approach Bulgaria as the next song starts.
Good night
The dream has come
Soft Memory
Overcoming the sky
Overcoming time
I was waiting for you
"Do you want to dance?" I ask him.
"I'm fine just watching, but, um, if you need someone to dance with…" he trails off.
Don't Wake Me Up
Don't Say Goodbye
I'm still dreaming of you
Just Call My Name
Just For Tonight
Surely tomorrow you will disappear
My White Knight
"Let's dance then." I take his hands and we dance slowly. Why can't he see that I don't just want to dance? I want to dance with him!
That voice...
What did it say that time?
I try to remember, but...
The words are always chased away
All alone
I wake up
Lost Memory
As we dance slowly, I wonder if the pain I feel is my heart breaking again. Surely that can't happen more than once? Surely it just did?
Now I'll Wake Up
I'll Say Goodbye
And face a world without you
I'll Call Your Name
For One More Night
Tonight, let's meet again
At the end of the song, I mumble, "Thanks for the dance," and flee before he can see the tears that start rolling down my cheeks.
~Romano's POV~
I am just a robot that was made by a very lonely scientist.
My creation was a miracle of science.
Yet inside me there's a missing part, something that you can't simply create.
It is software humans call a 'heart'.
"Loviiiiii! Come dance with me!" Spain calls.
"I'm not dancing!" No matter how sexy he looks in that simple white dress shirt that has the top few buttons unbuttoned, with that red tie… W-wait what?! I didn't think that, dammit! How the hell does he DO that?! Looking that good without trying at all should be illegal… NOT that he looks good!
"Yes, you aaaaare!" he insists.
"Toni!" I protest as he drags me to the center of the room to dance.
Now this program installing in me leaves my heart accelerating.
Why do I see all these tears falling from my eyes?
I am shaking and I'm trembling, I hear my voice it's wavering.
Is this what he made just for me? My very own Kokoro?
"Lovi, you're so cute when you're dressed up like you're in the mafia!"
"I am not! And it's Lovino, so don't call me Lovi!" I won't deny the mafia part, though; I'm wearing a red button-up shirt with a black tie, gray jeans, black dress shoes, and a black fedora.
And now I know how happiness feels.
And how this sadness in me seems so surreal.
And now I understand what it means me.
Ah, ah, ah~
I try to look anywhere but at Spain as we dance. There's Greece against a wall with several cats clinging to him, there's France flirting with some women, there's Norway trying to avoid Denmark by dancing with a certain little Italian island in a black dress…
I am finally coming to see the reason I was built in this world.
It must have been sad for him, lonely and alone.
I'll remember him in memory, I will always keep him with me.
I only wished that he'd lived to see Kokoro set me free.
"Hey, what's this?" Spain asks. His hand goes to a black cord that had been hidden under my collar and he pulls it free, revealing the turtle necklace that I was wearing under my shirt. His face lights up. "I thought you never wore this!"
"You gave it to me… I couldn't get rid of it…" I meet his eyes, then drop my gaze as I feel my face turning tomato red.
"Mi tomate!" he cries, embracing me tightly.
"Get off me, you bastard!"
Even though you are gone, you have shown me the light.
Thank you for everything you've done in my life.
Thank you for the many days that we spent together.
I will sing of you forever.
~Italy's POV~
There once was a place, so far away
In this world that such painful sorrow can grow
We can only share our feelings and our thoughts, by little planes that can soar through the air
I stand by the buffet, eating a plate of spaghetti alla carbonara and watching Spain and Romano, who are still dancing. I look around, trying to find someone in particular, seeing France flirting with people, Norway seeming to watch a couple I don't know, Denmark trying to find someone, probably Norway, Finland waiting by the door and poking his head out every few minutes, Romania and Hungary arguing about who knows what… Oh, there's Seborga dancing with a short girl in a sky blue dress with her dark brown hair in pigtails. Where is he?... Suddenly Germany appears out of nowhere, wearing a dark green tux with a black tie and his Iron Cross necklace.
"DOITSUUUUU!"
"Vhat do you vant, Italien?" he asks me, staring at my black v-neck shirt and black choker necklace.
"Dance with me, Germany!" I entreat.
As I sit here and read one of your new letters
I can feel my heart grow warm
How can we keep going, hiding our love from the world?
"Ve don't have time for zese games…"
"Ve, you need to relax sometimes, Germany!"
"...Fine, but just one," he agrees.
All I need, is for you to always stay by my side
Whats so wrong with the love that we share?
Theres a light that tries to shine and brighten up this room
And it shows, a dark future, painful and false
"See, Germany, isn't this fun?" I ask him.
"I guess it is a little fun," he replies with a slight smile. I wish he would smile more often!
Even though I still try, no one will even listen
Death will be here for me soon
I'm so worried about you, what'll you do once I die?
I try not to listen to the song too much, but I can't help but notice the word "death". "Germany?"
"Ja?"
"You're not going to die, are you?"
I need you, to continue in this world
Forever on the other side
How are you, going to smile, when I don't come back?
It hurts it hurts it hurts!
"I'm not going to die on you, Italien…" Silly of me to even think he might! It's just a song, after all. Germany's one of the best dragonslayers; he's not going to die anytime soon!
Even though I'm weak and fragile I've kept every single one
My feet carry me quickly in order to reach there
If I die, I only want one thing from this world
I want you, no matter what, to survive
"And you're not going to die either."
"You're sure?" I ask.
"I von't let you die," Germany promises.
Since we met, we've spent every day there for each other
I'll never forget what it is your smiling face looks like
The deep darkness that engulfs us both by pulling us away
Is taking away happiness and replacing it with pain
"I love you, Luddy!" I tell him, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"...I love you too, Feliciano," he smiles.
~Lithuania's POV~
"Hey." Poke. "Hey." Poke. "Hey, Liet." Poke. "Like, look at me."
"Poland, could you stop jabbing my sh- why are you wearing a pink dress?" I say as I turn to face him. "Wait, never mind…"
He twirls. "Doesn't it make me look, like, totally fabulous?"
I laugh softly and nod. "Let me guess, you wanted to dance?"
"Yeah! Pink and green totally go well together, don't you think?" he asks, clearly referring to my own clothes, a pale green shirt with a forest green jacket and matching green pants.
It just came to mind there in the early morning yesterday
As I was gathering the pieces of my memory
And now I wonder what is this?
Slowly dripping down my fingers that are cut in bliss
I'm questioning our everything, were we hoping just for this?
"Hey, Norway! There you are! I've been looking for more than an hour!" Denmark shouts from nearby.
"Oh, dang it," Norway mutters under his breath; I hadn't noticed him behind us.
"You're dancing with me now!" Denmark continues before proceeding to grab Norway's arm and drag him toward the center of the room.
I'm standing here and screaming with what is left of my voice
Hearing the echoes that bounce in vain
Nothing is left where I am calling, I'll simply just end
'Cause if you follow my path you'll see I'm simply unchained
We are aware and it's stabbing us right where it hurts the most
Broken in pieces we're in the dark
"This is the life that we are living, there's no way around"
Those are the words I slowly mumbled as tears started falling down
"Hey, Poland, isn't that the dress Norway was wearing earlier?" I ask him.
"No, I have, like, five just like it."
"Five?"
"Uh...yes…"
"You're lying…"
"I have five pink… A few red… A few blue… A couple purple… Some others... Like, twenty total?"
I sigh, smiling. "Let's just dance."
I just realized during a tranquil night just yesterday
That it is useless picking up the petals flown away
Because the flower's never blooming again
It is tiny and so fragile waiting here for the end
It's just like us in many ways 'cause our time has stopped for good
"Ahem," Poland sticks out his hand, "are you going to lead me?"
Smiling softly, I take his hand and lead him toward the dance floor in the center of the room. "You don't need to act like a girl all the time, you know."
"But I, like, want to!"
It keeps on raining inside me, I'm so confused, standing dead
I'm fed by visions of blurriness
It is a strong determination but still I can feel
The pain is such a penetration that it's almost surreal
The bond between us has slowly but surely just come apart
It's dying somewhere in our everyday life
I say goodbye because it's over, I hope you know why
We have to leave it where we are now and never turn back to try
After we dance for a few minutes, Poland says, "Hey, Liet."
"What?"
"This song… It's not going to be us. Right?"
"Of course not, Feliks."
All we gotta do, just be friends
It's time to say goodbye, just be friends
All we gotta do, just be friends, just be friends...
Just be friends
A/N: Ciao again~! Ehehe, the chapter title was too long... This time I'd like to thank AurorMist and Hikari903278 for favoriting and following!
One...I HATE CAPSLOCK and two let us give themusicalcat a round of applause for her sexy and adorable fluff :D
*Throws confetti and sparkles everywhere* We love yoooou~! *claps*
*blushes* I'm not that good at fluff… (-Lies)i agree muddy she liesss
Psh its beautiful if i say its beautiful its beautiful XD
Anyway~! I have a challenge for the readers! There is some foreshadowing in this chapter (shouldn't be a surprise XD) and there is some stuff that… Isn't foreshadowing. I'd like to see who can guess what is foreshadowing!
whoever guesses gets a cookie :3
And whoever guesses correctly will be mentioned when the foreshadowed event happens in addition to getting a cookie.
COOKIES AND SHIPPING YES YES! *flailspazz*
Oh, almost forgot to mention this! We don't own any of the songs. In order, Cantarella, White Knight, Kokoro, Paper Plane, and Just Be Friends. I'm… Not really sure where the English lyrics came from. xXSoul-dweller found them. Except I'm pretty sure JBF was JoyDreamer.
deviantart (cantarella), rockleetist (kokoro), joydreamer (JBF), a random youtube video (paper plane), and a vocaloid lyrics wikipedia (White knight) XD
I believe we have one more thing to mention… Muddy, care to explain?~ *awkward silence* why do I keep getting those…?
MUDDY EXPLAIN THE THING!
OK I AM BEING CALLED UPON TO EXPLAIN THE THING!
NO LET MUDDY SPEAK
THEN SPEAK MUDDY XD
Soooo, um… There was this… silleh little author's note we wrote for this chapter that we ended up taking out due to it's length and… Quebec's drunkness. C: Yay, awkward~! :D I dunno, it contains the secret plans of {SOMEONE}-senpai senpai desu desu's and {SOMEONE}'s wedding, so yeah. xD What do I say next gaiiis?
Hush hush, you don't tell them whose wedding, it should be a surprise XD there ya go~
It's not very important the the story, but if anyone wants to see it, please contact us and we'll try to enlighten your day/night/morningwhenyoushouldbesleeping'causeIknowyouaren't. C:
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Befoooore we end thiiissssss i wanna say something~. If any of you all feel inferior, alone, unnecessary, like you don't belong, just drop a PM by and i'll talk to you, you have friends that love you and people who care about you~. so smile! your future's bright and just shying away from it will only cause problems to arise, remember this! Smile, have fun, live life to the fullest, and in the words of romano 'don't make a fool of yourself idiota...' but sometimes you can look back and smile at those moments when you acted stupid and just laugh at them~. xXSoul-Dweller out! ~~~333333
Aww, you were listening to Self-Inflicted Achromatic...but that was my song! Oh well, ditto, and kitty out!
Heh...noonetakemysongqqUqq ….Muddy out! -sincetheywerealldoingit
