So! I'm sick (horrible immune system, btw), so I wrote a little something for you. Sorry it's short!
This was it. The moment of truth. Well, almost, considering if she accepts, then there was still a chance.
Antonio sat at the table a few of his soccer buddies were at, waiting. As soon at Lovina would sit down from getting her lunch from her locker, he'd pounce. Just wait...
Lovina sat down less than gracefully, flipping a few strands of perfect hair off her shoulder. Her beautiful eyes glanced around the lunchroom, then went back to the bumbling idiot and the rude limey across the table from her. Antonio bit his bottom lip and stood, slowly making his way over to the brunette's table. Last time he did this, she cold-heartedly rejected him. This time, after he was sure she found the ring and everything he planned, she wouldn't say no. Not "couldn't", because Antonio was sure she could say no again, along with another long line of words that shouldn't be said.
When he was so close behind her that Ally stopped fighting with Arthur to watch him, he noticed it. On Lovina's left ring finger was the ring. The engagement ring he left in her coat pocket... He smiled brightly and sat down next to her. "Lovi~!" Said Italian nearly had a heart attack. "A-Antonio! Don't fucking sneak up on me, you rotten ass-" She was silenced by a pair of brightly coloured prom tickets in her face. "So, Lovi! I know you said no last time, but-" "Shut up..." Lovina took one ticket from his hands and slipped it into her backpack. "I'll go, okay? I... I'll go with you." The bubbly Spaniard nearly died of happiness! "Yes! Lovi, yes!" He hugged her tightly, but not tight enough to suffocate her. She smiled slightly, and hugged him back- just as tight.
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Across the table, Arthur stared at the two, while Ally squealed in joy. "Yayy! Arty, look! Look, Arty, look!" The Englishman sighed. "Yes, Ally, I see." At that, the short haired girl pulled two tickets from her backpack, thrusting on at Arthur. Her tone changed completely. Her head was turned away, and her face was a light tint of red. "A-Arty, I know the guy is supposed to ask the girl..." Arthur blinked, before letting the whole situation sink in. "A-Ally... You're... asking me to prom?" She nodded. "Y-yeah."
Arthur sat there for a while, holding the ticket, and glancing from it to Ally periodically. He was going to ask her, but he hadn't bought the tickets yet. The boy was supposed to ask the girl... "Ally..." "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked and I know this was awkward and I'm so sorry Arthur we can just forget the whole thing-" "No."
Ally turned to him, her eyes wide. "N-no?"
"No, as in I don't want to forget this all." "O-oh..." "I'll go, okay? I mean... yes, I'll take the offer." The blonde girl grinned brightly, almost as if she was trying to out-do the sun in the watt category. "Oh my god! Yes!" She hugged Arthur excitedly, knocking him off the bench. "Oh jeez, sorry, Arty!" Prom was going to be a long night.
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Mattie sat alone at lunch. Well, that's what it seemed like, since no one noticed her presence. She sighed once again. Her lunch had long been eaten, but the period was not even halfway over. The young Canadian took her book she was currently reading out, and flipped through the book to find the bookmarked page. In the midst of her page searching, two pieces of paper fluttered out of the book. Mattie set the book down and bent down to pick them up. Sitting back up, she noticed a prom ticket and a note. She blushed slightly and read the note.
"Yo Mattie!
It's Gil. But, you could've guessed that, right? Anyway, prom is this Saturday! So, um, anyway, I was just wondering, since I'm sure no one else has asked you, if you would go with me! I know you're not big on social events, but hey, if it's with me, you'll go, right?"
Mattie giggled, sliding the ticket and note back into her book. She stood, made up her mind, and walked over to Gillian's table. "Hey, Mattie! Wassup?" "You could've asked in person, and I still would've said yes, silly." Gillian grinned and stood, taking Mattie by the waist and dipping her into a deep kiss.
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To each girl that came up to him, Francis said yes to prom. By the end of lunch on only that Monday, he had 17 tickets.
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Felicia's ponytail bounced as she laughed, telling a story to everyone there. An occasional giggle escaped her lips. "...and so that's how I discovered this great new pasta recipe!" Almost all of the table laughed, save for a certain blonde girl.
Lena sighed and her mind once again drifted back to the two slips of brightly coloured paper in her pocket. She wanted to wait for the perfect moment to ask Felicia, but she feared she might lose it if she waited for too long. Lunch was about halfway over, and time was still ticking away. Seeing earlier as her sister was confronted by a lunch monitor about PDA, she had gotten Mattie to agree. Finally, Lena leaned across the table to Felicia.
"Hey, Feli... Um... This Saturday, you know..."
Lena was never so awkward. She's never asked Felicia out to anything, save in front of a bunch of her friends! "Will you... Go with me?" The German girl handed a ticket from her pocket to the Italian, before being tackled. "YES! LENA, I CAN'T WAIT! I'LL FIND THE PRETTIEST DRESS AND WE WILL HAVE SO MUCH FUN!" As the Italian rambled on, Lena couldn't help but smile.
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Shy and nervous, he'd never done anything like this before. She was beautiful, popular, star of all the sports teams she joined. He had glasses, hardly any friends, was the star of the orchestra. But still, they had met once, and from there, they had been best friends.
Roderich slowly thought on it for a few weeks, then decided to buy two tickets. Shyly and cautiously, he faced Elizabeta. She stared, waiting for him to say something. "Yes, Roddy?" "Oh! Well, Liz, I was just wondering if you wanted to go to prom with me this weekend." He was sure she had already been asked, but it was worth a shot. "Ahah! I was waiting for you to ask!" She put on hand on her hip and pointed at him, smiling. "I was actually hoping you wouldn't, 'cause... well... I was going to ask you." She took two tickets out of her pocket.
Roderich stared. "You were going to ask me? Well, then... I guess I could give someone else my tickets!" Elizabeta smiled. "You better. I payed good money to get these!" They both broke down in simple chuckles.
Sorry this chapter's so short, but I just wanted to show you all how I imagined these went down heheh. The added extra with Roddy and Liz was just something I did for fun, since naturally I'm a PruGary fan, but Nova asked fro PruCan! I can't just have Hungary be ronery, can I? AHAH no, I can't.
Anyway, I have no clue how to work this prom. I guess I should really ask, if you want to be at prom, tell me your name, personality in a nutshell, and who you'd be stalking/what you'd be doing. Excuse me if I butcher you up, but I don't know you in real life! Probably not, anyway. This sounds like fun! Haha!
Thanks for reading!