The lights in the ball room flashed and the music was pounding his head. He wanted to run and not come back but he knew if he did, he would regret it later. And probably for the rest of his life. His green eyes hardened when he saw Kiku come into view and tightened his grip on Alfred's hand. If anything, he swore he would never lose his American love to the japanese man. No matter what. And it made him incredibly happy to know that Alfred had no such feelings for Japan, adding to the many reasons more why he liked him.
He blushed at the eyes that were starting to pin to his back as Alfred led them out into the middle of the dance floor. His breath was starting to quicken and his pulse increased. He knew he had to calm down or he would get himself too worked up and then what?
Nothing good was sure to come out of it.
" Ah... Amour... Isn't it beautiful Kiku?" The frenchman asked, giving a smug grin when he saw the shorter man's expression stiffen. Fransic felt very happy with the fact that he was not only help his little Angleterre, but now, maybe he could score a Japanese lover when Kiku needed someone to cling to in the midst of his depressions and heart ache.
Paining a smile, Kiku only watched as his American friend clung to his British lover. He knew he didn't have a chance. But at least he knew he tried his best. Besides, he always knew all along that they would be together. Now, all he could do was support them.
Across the dance floor away from all else in the room the two Untied Nations glaced at each other. No one dared bothered them but small chuckles could be heard throughout the enormous room. Everyone had seen this coming for quite a while. So, it was obvious to not disturb the new couple.
Alfred smiled down into the nervous face of England, taking his free and and wrapping it around the other's small frame, pulling him close and in position for a waltz. Arthur, unsure if he even remembered how to dance now, stummbled over his own feet, trying to find some balance as they began to move as one to the music.
"Arthur.. let me lead. Just follow my body." Alfred whispered in the briton's ear, "Just feel my body move.. relax..." He breathed, making pleasureable shivers run up and down the british man's spine. This was becoming more and more erotic in his head, but he knew he had to behave himself. He was a gentleman after all, he couldn't possibly think those kinds of things. Not now anyway...
Alfred, pleased at feeling Arthur's muscles relaxing, and feeling the Briton's press into his he led the two of them into a wonderful dance.
About an hour after dancing, Alfred led his British love outside to the hallway they had just been in some time ago. Both boys were exhausted from all the movements and were covered in light sweat, but regardless, they were but happy, but let deep down they knew now that things were going to get even more complaicated. Maybe.
"Ah! That was great!" Alfred mused, still being in a silly mood, clinging to Arthur from behind, holding his around the waist and giggling as they walked.
"Thank you, but who think taught you how to dance in the first place?" Arthur laughed, pulling away and walking ahead of the American, reaching back for his hand in attempt to being affectionate. Alfred smiled, remembering the good old days when he was oh so youung and Arthur was teaching him everything he knew to become a man. A true gentleman like himself. Though, over the years, there was a lot of things that Iggy NEVER taught him, and he perfered to keep those things to himself aside for the fact that he also wasen't as up tight as the british man.
The American blushed at his thoughts that played through his head. He hated these thoughts, and now that Iggy knew he liked him and visa versa, the thoughts just wouldn't cease.
Tight. The word just continued to play over and over in his mind. He cursed all the years Iggy ran around almost nude and drunk, clinging to the small American boy and proceeding to nuzzle him. Even at such a young age, Alfred knew his British guardian was crazy but always had tolerated it as best he could. But now.. this was getting ridiculous.
Arthur, noticing the American's sudden attitude and strawberry kissed face smiling wickedly and approching him casually but entirely too close for comfort.
"Hey America.. What are you thinking in that brain of yours...?" He smirked, his green eyes shining though his smirk malicious. He knew exactly what the American was thinkning.
"Iggy, I wanna go somewhere with you.." He smirked, returning the evin smrik, his eyes getting that look in them showing exactly what he wanted, making the british man shiver.
"Where..?"