Dancing Queen?

"GERMANY!" Italy slammed open the door with a huge grin.

"Umm, yes Feliciano?" Germany kept his eyes on the work in front of him, hoping that if he didn't make eye contact, the excitable Italian would leave him to his work. Of course, it didn't go that way.

"I think Germany should get dancing lessons. Ludwig is too stiff." Feliciano approached him and put his hands on the large wooden desk.

"Straight to the point today…" Germany rubbed his temples. "Nein, I have too much work today for that. Or for any day for that matter." He scribbled a few things on the papers.

"Ludwig~ please?" Italy got as close as he could possibly get with the desk in-between them. Germany's face turned a slight pink.

"N-No. I lost too much time the last dance you made me do, and lessons will waste even more time. And I'll have you know, my dancing is not that bad." Germany said stiffly.

Feliciano frowned at him and gave him puppy dog eyes. What else was he to do? "Come on~ I know a really great teacher in Venice who's willing to take us for free!"

Prussia, managing to overhear the conversation with his amazing listening abilities (lies, he was listening outside the door) walked in with a smirk.

"Don't worry Ita! If that uptight Ludwig won't take you, I will!" Gilbert winked at Feliciano with a small flirtatious smile.

"NO." Ludwig rose from his chair and grabbed Italy by the arm. "Come on Feliciano, I'm driving."

"Oh…Okay!" the Italian beamed. Prussia waved at Feliciano and managed to throw something at his brother before they escaped out the door.

~At Venice~

"Ludwig! You should have let me drive! We got here so slow!" Feliciano whined.

"We got here at the speed limit. If we had gone faster, we would have been pulled over." Ludwig said as calmly as he could muster, rubbing the back of his head where he was hit.

"My police wouldn't have minded, we were in a hurry!" Feliciano chirped and grabbed Ludwig's arm. "Anyway, here is the building! Isn't it pretty?"

It was, in fact, quite beautiful. It was a stone building that wasn't all too big. It was a very classic style building with a red roof and a small brick path. It was surrounded by multicolored flowers of many types.

Feliciano grinned at him and pulled him up the path quickly.

"How long will this take?" Ludwig asked, mumbling.

"An hour or two! Come on!" They were already at the door and Italy had knocked impatiently and rung the doorbell twice.

"Feliciano!" a messy black haired man opened the door.

"Marcello!" Feliciano pulled the man into a bear hug, they patted each others' backs and shook hands.

"Who is this man?" Marcello asked.

"This is my lover, Ludwig!" Feliciano smiled and pulled a blushing Ludwig closer. The German was definitely not adapted to being referred to as the Italian's "lover".

"Oh I see…" the other man smiled. "Come in, come in." he motioned and opened the door even wider.

The two walked quickly to see the inside was just as beautiful as the outside. The floor was made of wooden planks and the walls were made of brick. The windows were quite big so the room was very bright. It was decorated with potted plants and flowers that were tall and all over the room. On one of the walls, there was a large mirror that almost completely covered the wall.

"So here for lessons, hmm? Have you lost you touch Feliciano?" Marcello joked, pulling Italy into a headlock.

"Of course not! It's for my Ludwig!" Feliciano managed to wiggle out of his grip.

"Okay, my friend, I'm glad to hear that." He smiled and turned to look at Ludwig. "I apologize for being so impolite. My name is Marcello Marino." He grabbed Ludwig's hand and shook it firmly. "So, let's begin! Feliciano, why do you think he needs these lessons so much?"

"Ludwig is a very stiff dancer."

Marcello nodded. "So all he needs is to loosen up! This shouldn't be too hard." Marcello walked to a small little radio and popped in a CD. Light music began to flow around the room and an Italian singer began her chorus. "Ready?" He showed the German a few basic steps and the dance they were to perform and sent him along to Feliciano.

Feliciano grabbed Ludwig and let the other man lead. Ludwig admitted, yes, he was a bit of a stiff dancer. He let out a sigh and saw Marcello nod to himself.

"Feliciano, how about you lead?" he said.

"Alright!" Italy chirped and began to lead. He smoothly led Germany into a dance. Ludwig could feel himself loosen up a bit.

"Trust him, Ludwig!" Marcello ordered. Ludwig was good at following orders… this one was a bit hard. Germany loosened up a bit more, trying to trust Italy. He found it slightly difficult. All of a sudden, soft lips pressed against his and Ludwig dropped his defenses. His body felt like jelly as he let Italy take complete control of the, all of a sudden, smooth dance. Feliciano pulled back and they continued to dance, much smoother now. They continued this until Marcello whistled them into a halt.

"I think he's loosened up a bit now." Marcello grinned. "I have another appointment so we'll have to talk sometime soon Feliciano." He hugged Italian, shook hands with the German, and showed them the way out.

"I'm glad we came!" Feliciano smiled.

"I'm glad we did too." Ludwig mumbled, smiling slightly. Italy grinned hugely at this response.

"Yay!" Feliciano smooched Germany before dragging him off to the car.

~7~

I promised a sequel to Lets Dance! I tried not to make the people who asked wait too long so here it is! ^-^