A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews! I hope the last chapter wasn't so sucky! Now the moment you have been all waiting for, the party at England's place! I don't own Hetalia or any of its characters, they belong to Hidekaz Himaruya

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Learn To Waltz

Chapter Four

Today is the day. The important day for England and too other countries. The day where England can finally shine and not by his cooking. Today is the World Party, and England was ready.

By the time it was eight PM sharp, many nations arrived. "Ve, this place is big!" Italy commented, looking at the large building in front of him. The castle, the main place, was decorated with many lights, which made it more 'flashier.'

Japan nodded to his friend, and went inside to the main living room. "Mr. Engrand has put a rot of thought into this prace." Germany couldn't disagree, so he didn't say anything. Many nations were entering, even Sealand (He was never invited).

America smiled as the people in front of them were talking and enjoying their time. He was sitting down in a chair, drinking a beverage in a wine glass. He didn't quite know what it is, but what he does know is that it won't make him drunk. He took another sip, and found England talking to some nations.

America looked at the blonde. England was a magnificent person, the flaws he has are his terrible cooking, his imaginary friends, and is obsession with magic, but that didn't bother America.

Once England was done talking to the countries, he noticed that America was staring at him. The Englishman smiled, and headed over to where the American was. He sat down in the chair next to him, and smiled lightly to the dirty-blonde nation.

"Hey there, America." England said, "What do you think of the party?" America looked over to England, and took a small sip from his drink.

"Well, it's fine I guess." America commented, looking at the ballroom, "The food and beverages are okay." England smiled, satisfied with the answer that he received.

"Though I miss my place, probably Tony is worried about me! He hasn't eaten anything in like, four days!" America exclaimed, a bit worried from his alien friend. But in reality, Tony was playing horror video games and eating junk food in the American's room.

England chuckled, and placed his hand in the table. Okay, so maybe America's review for the party wasn't what he expected it to be, but at least it was so something. "Well, that's good." England said, looking over to the ballroom floor.

America nodded, and took another sip from his drink. A long silence entered between the two of them, and it became slightly awkward for the two of them. England was going to say something to America, until a familiar tune came in the air.

The sweet melodic sound came into their ears, and America was the first one to talk. "Hey England, isn't this-" Before America could finish his sentence, England answered for him.

"Waltz, yes." England said, turning his head, his cheeks the color of red tomatoes. America then became concerned with the blonde, and got near him.

"You okay, dude?"

"Jolly, just... Anxious." England muttered, and cleared his throat. "Yes, I'm fine." He finally said, with a fake smile plastered across his face. America didn't buy it, but let it slide this time.

America nodded, and went back to sit in his chair correctly. He didn't want to tell him, but his country needs him. America will have to leave after the party is over, in the plane, from England to America.

He's going to miss bugging the British man, for the last four days, he had fun. Learning how to dance and learning a bit etiquette kept him entertained while he was at England's place. Now, America will miss those good times, and has to wait for the monthly World Meetings to go and see England again.

He thought of the situation so hard, he didn't notice someone was standing in front of him. "Um... Mr. America..." A little voice began to say, and sounded a bit nervous. America looked up, and saw Liechtenstein staring at him.

"Would you mind if... I could dance with you?" She asked, quite unsure about the question she asked. America blinked, and turned his head over to the Englishman. England nodded, and waited for what the American is going to say.

The dirty-blonde teenage boy nodded, and got up from his seat. He placed his wine glass in the table as well. "Sure, let's dance." America said, grabbed hold of Liechtenstein's hand. The girl giggled, and walked with him to the ballroom floor.

England smiled as the two were going over there, and was pleased. "Hey Iggy, let's see how I'm going to be tonight!" America exclaimed, waving his hand high.

"Sure thing, champ!" England said half-heartily, and waved back. He then noticed the nickname that the American said, and glared at him.

"Don't call me that, you Git!" England exclaimed back, and was answered with America's obnoxious laugh. He growled, and sat back down in his chair. He grumbled, and didn't want to see America and Liechtenstein dancing together.

America grabbed hold of Liechtenstein's waist, and her hand, while Liechtenstein grabbed hold of America's hand and his shoulder. "So Mr. America, I heard that you stayed at Mr. England's place for practicing the waltz." She said, and waited for America to start.

He started to waltz, and did a mental 'one, two, three, four' step in his mind. "Yeah it helped a lot, but I did so many mistakes, I think England has to go to the hospital one of these days." America stated, and chuckle nervously.

Liechtenstein smiled, and giggled softly. "Well then, let's see how good your are now." The little blonde girl followed him, and was enjoying the fitting music in the air. America twirled her around, and it became slightly intense.

Once the music was over, a tap came on Liechtenstein's shoulder. She turned her head, and saw Switzerland staring at his sister. "Oh big brother, how nice to see you in the dance floor!" Liechtenstein said, smiling at her brother.

Switzerland nodded, and glared towards the American, which made America goosebumps in his body. What did I do? America asked, and felt a heavy pain of fear in his body. "Liechtenstein, dance with me instead." He said, sounding like an order instead of a suggestion, but Liechtenstein didn't notice it.

The teenage nation nodded, and let go of the American. "I'll see you later, Mr. America." She said, waving at him and going with her brother. America nodded, and waved back. Switzerland glared daggers at the American, which made America stop doing his actions.

America then went back to sit at his table where England was, and found the Englishman was still there. "That was quite a performance." England complimented, his arms crossed. America nodded, and sat down.

He grabbed his drink, and took a long sip out of it. "Better than expected." He said, smirking at England, who just gave him a small nod, and look over to the dance floor to see other nations dance.

Later

This was not America's fault. Actually, this had nothing to do with America. He was never in this, so who would blame him? America gulped and turned pale as the firemen were completely done with the mess that has started.

The Bad Touch Trio thought it would be a good idea to put fireworks at the eleven o'clock stroke and look at the blazing lights outside near the garden. Once they did, they flashed the lights on, and the fireworks zoomed up into the sky.

Everyone was enjoying the scenery, including England (who had no idea what was going on) and didn't bother looking at the small smoke forming behind them at the garden. Sealand was the first one to recognized the smell, and saw the garden has gotten in fire. He shouted 'Fire!' and soon the entire East wing of the garden was burning.

America called the fire department, while the other countries didn't know what to do. They didn't wanted to be in the mess, so they all fled before the firemen came.

America was the one that answered the firemen's questions, America was the one that called them, only America was there to comfort England with the situation, and America is the one that will make England happy.

Once they were done with the garden, the flowers were all burned to dust and some were barely alive. The firemen left, only leaving America to look for the Englishman. The young nation went inside to the castle, and went searching for England.

Where could he be? He thought, looking everywhere at the huge palace. He checked England's room, the kitchen, the bathrooms, the living rooms, the rehearsal room, even the attic. But he wasn't there. He was about to sigh in defeat, until he forgot one place he didn't check.

"The pub!" He exclaimed, totally forgetting that England had a secret pub that Her Majesty doesn't know about. He smiled as he rushed down to the kitchen, and into the visible door behind the fridge.

How does he know about England's secret room? Well, America spied England one day and saw him go into the small room, and thought that it was his 'drinking alcohol and go drunk' room.

He opened the door, and went down the three stairs slowly. He closed the door behind him, and saw a lump in front of him. England was sitting in the stool, his face down and covered with his arms while holding a beer. His hair is messier, and his suit was also disorganized.

How can he get so messy in just a few minutes? America thought, sitting in the stool next to him. The fire was just twenty minutes ago. England's head shot up, and looked at the American in front of him.

"Well, if it isn't America." England slurred, and took a large gulp of his beer. "What the bloody hell you want?" America gulped, hearing how deep England's voice could be when he's drunk.

"Dude, I think you had enough..." America reassured to the British man, slightly worried for him. England shrugged his shoulders, and began to drink more.

"The hell should I care for?" He asked, "Once I'm done with two or more of these, I might go to sleep and forget any of this happened."

"England..." Was all America could say. England was just depressed, his party was ruined even before it was three hours. Though America didn't like how he was coping with it. "Dude, stop drinking."

England raised an eyebrow. "Why would I do that?" He asked again. America stared at him, and grabbed the battle of beer. England growled and tried to grab the bottle back, but America wouldn't let him.

"Give it back, America." England said, his voice threatening. America shook his head.

"No. You're coming with me." He said, putting the bottle of beer down, and grabbing England's hand. England's eyes widened as they both got up from the stools.

"Where the bloody hell are we going?" England asked, glaring at the American as they both walked away from the secret pub. America didn't answer this time, and that has irritated with the slightly drunk Englishman.

America stopped walking, his hand still in contact with England's. The British man then became confused, and looked around the lightly dimmed room. "America, where are we?" He asked again, turning his head to see if he remembers the place.

America then turned his body, Which then faced with England's body. "America..?" Was all England could say, until he felt a warm hand around his waist. His face then got red. Their hands were tangled with each other, and their bodied were very close.

This all made England's face turn bright red, which made America smile lightly. "You're so easy to get flustered." America commented which then gave him a confused look from the Englishman.

"What do mean by-" Before he could finish, America started. He started to waltz. With England. Alone. With no music. No interruptions. No nothing. Just them.

England didn't remember teaching him some moves when they started to dance, but felt slightly happy. They were both having a great time. America twirled England around twice, and gripped his waist afterwards.

England's face soon then became back to normal, and a smile appeared on his face. The American also smiled. America made England smile.

Once they were done, They both sat down in the floor, England's head on America's shoulder, while America was looking up at the dim ceiling. "By the way America," England said, turning his head over to the American, "You never said where we were."

America looked down to the Englishman, and a smile appeared on his face. "We're at the practice hall." England just looked at him, and then understood. This was the place where England taught him how to dance, and now this is the place where America had perfected the waltz.

England smiled, and placed his head back to America's shoulder. "That's nice..." He murmured, yawning. America looked down at the Englishman as he began to close his eyes. He smiled.

"Good night, Iggy..." America said, kissing England on the forehead, and placing his head on England's. He also closed his eyes, and began to drift away to sleep. The both were soundly asleep, and no one could bother them.

The End

Extended Ending

"I'm sorry sir, but you missed your flight." The person on the other line said, "You have to reschedule to go back to America." The American growled, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

For some reason, he was sleeping with England the night before, on the floor. Once he woke up, he saw that he was three hours late for the plane ride. "Okay, when is the next flight?" America asked.

England raised an eyebrow, it sounded like America wanted to leave his country, but that wasn't it. "The next flight will be next week." The woman said.

"What?!" Was America's response. The woman just sighed.

"Sir, the flight to America is next week because others who reserved to go to other countries are full." She said, turning her head to see the many hair-colored nations waiting to go home. "They have been waiting since last night."

America growled, and nodded. "Okay... I understand. Yeah, okay bye. You too." He finally said, and closed his phone. England looked over to America, and waited for him to say something.

He turned his head to the Englishman, with a smirk appearing his face. "Looks like I'm stuck here for another week." England nodded, and took a sip from his tea.

"You know my reserved room is a big mess, right?"

"Yes and?"

"Can I sleep with you?"

England almost choked on his tea, and looked at the America bug-eyed. "S-Sure..." England managed to say, drinking his beverage again. America smiled, and hugged him.

"Yay! I'm going to sleep with England!" He exclaimed, his laugh coming afterwards. England blushed, and a smile appeared on his face.

He's not so bad... England thought to himself, and let the American stay at the palace for just another seven days.

"And this time, I'm going to enjoy it!" America exclaimed, and left the kitchen. England looked confused, until he figured out what he meant.

"America!" England shouted, also leaving the kitchen to go and find the American. The two English-speaking countries are going to have a great time at the Queen's castle (Where she is having a vacation in Hawaii).

Thank for those who have read, reviewed, followed, and favorite this story. I like that many enjoyed the story, and I hope to make more of these. If anything is wrong or misspelled, please tell me and I will change it. And no, I don't think the Queen is at Hawaii right now, just a little something in that ending. All of this is not real events, so yeah I might be wrong with this story.

Without further ado, I'm done with this story! Thank you again for liking this story so much! Ciao!

~MoonlightStar400