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South Korea/Ukraine

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

He had never seen her dance before. Then again, he had never paid much attention to her to begin with, always preoccupied in bothering Big Brother China. She had always been known as the girl with big assets, shadowed by her creepy brother and even creepier sister. But when he saw her twirling on the makeshift stage, Korea thought he felt something stir inside him.

She wore a talijka of red and white, embroidered flowers dotting the hem of the bodice. A crimson sash was tied to her waist. Along with matching bead necklace and bracelets, a crown of beautiful wildflowers rested on her head, a little of crimson ribbon fluttering in the wind. Her eyes were closed, pose elegant as she stamped to an invisible tempo.

"A dare, from losing a bet," he could vaguely hear the muffled whispers and giggles from the female group of nations watching from the corner. Someone had turned on a radio. Ukrainian folk music filled the air, hushing the bunch of shocked and flabbergasted nations to watching the spectacle. He barely noticed any of it; his eyes were riveted to the sway of her body, the swift motions of her spins and feet-tapping, the slight flush of her cheeks from embarrassment and exertion, as well as the small upward curve of her lips.

A slight shove from his big brother broke him from the spell. Still in a daze, he turned towards China with the biggest dreamiest smile on his face. Unnerved, China eyed him oddly before asking if he was ok. Korea just continued to grin stupidly. A smack from the Chinese man though, sent him out from his stupor.

Rubbing his cheek, the Korean pouted. Still the stirring inside him did not lessen as he turned back to watch the blonde raised her hands high as she went for a long spin, leaving the Chinese confused over the unusually quiet nation. Although, the Korean couldn't help but noticed he wasn't the only one with stars in his eyes at the bewitching performance.

Both Spain and Denmark looked taken aback, the latter having a slight flush on his cheeks. Turkey wore a grin, a soft twinkle of recognition in his eye as though he'd seen Ukraine dancing like that before. Knowing him, he'd probably had a long time ago as the Ottoman Empire. On the other side of the room, Prussia held a smirk, but even his cockiness could not hide the fact that he was impressed with her. Somehow, the gazes that the various men were sending to the dancing girl made Korea's stomach twist.

He felt it rather than saw it. Ukraine started to tap her feet faster and faster to the increasing tempo, reaching the climax of the dance. With a flourish, she paused her movements, head bent down. When she heard clapping, the girl broke from her stance, eyes opening to reveal cerulean blue, an embarrassed blush colouring her cheeks, her smile radiant as she awkwardly received the praise that all the female nations bestow upon her.

Searching the sea of faces, her eyes found her brother and sister. Anxiously she gripped the folds of her dress as she tried to discern their expressions. Both Belarus and Russia faces' held an amount of surprise that their conservative big sister would do something like this. It took a moment before Russia started to clap his hands, wonderment and surprise in his violet eyes. Belarus followed, a narrowed look in her eyes form trying to discern Ukraine's motives. Still, there was no mistake of the glimmer of pride in her icy orbs.

If possible, Ukraine's smile grew more radiant at their reactions. Sweeping the crowd once more, she found the slightly-glazed eyes of Korea meet hers. Seeming to snap out of it, Korea broke contact with her, his hand reaching to cover his face in embarrassment. Laughing softly, the Ukrainian turned to converse with a smug-looking Hungary, choosing to forget the strange moment from before.

China tapped the shoulder of Korea hesitantly. The younger nation had been acting weird the whole time when Ukraine was dancing that he couldn't help but grew worried. As Korea turned to him, however, he wished he had not cared enough to ask.

"Big Brother China, I think I'm in love, daze!"

Dance.

Oh god. I think I ship it. I can't believe it. Initially I was hoping to strike a Prussia/Denmark/America because I was hit with inspiration for the drabble as I needed a character like one of the above for the plot with Ukraine to work. And whatdidyaknow, Korea also fitted the bill. Also, I couldn't help but put a little implied shippy stuff in here. Sorry guys! I think I ship Korea/Ukraine/Prussia/Denmark now. Halp.

Ukraine's dress is really Really pretty. You can find the link to see how it kinda looks like from my page.

Talijka- Ukrainian costume with skirt gathered into a bodice, which usually buttons up in front.

Eeee we are having turkey later. Can't wait.

Excepted for all confirmed details, the rest of the countries' personalities are interpreted by me.

-Kaiistar