Welcome to Day 20 — Dancing!

Again, this takes place at the prom, where the last one left off. I also joke about Francis and his pervy ways in this chapter, so don't be mad at me!

Recap:

"May I have this dance?" Alfred offered his hand to Arthur.

Arthur chuckled, hoping that he would be able to pull this off. He'd practiced dancing—and kissing, though he wouldn't ever admit it—in front of the mirror. "Okay." He took his hand. Should I wrap my hands around his waist or neck or—

"You can put your hands here," Alfred instructed, placing Arthur's hands around his neck and moving his hand to the side of Arthur's waist, making sure to maintain a comfortable distance.

Looks like we're doing this right. Arthur looked around, noticing that almost all of the other couples we in the same position. Francis's hand was a little lower than it should be, but Matthew didn't look that uncomfortable about it; he was smiling. They were slowly swaying to the beat, steadily turning around.

The couple began to copy the Canadian and the Frenchman—though Alfred kept his hand up. They turned around; Alfred was glad that he hadn't managed to cause some kind of disaster yet. That is, he was hadn't until his foot—his heel, nonetheless—stepped on Arthur's toes.

Arthur almost cursed and jumped back while Alfred looked mortified and the other couples—and the dateless suckers at the sidelines—turned towards them and glared at them.

"Churlish boys . . . ," muttered the Science teacher, who disliked the couple.

"Heh, sorry!" Alfred put his hands up and everyone resumed their dance. "Oh, my God. I seriously didn't mean to do that!" Alfred pleaded.

"I know. Just make sure you're more careful," warned Arthur.

Suddenly, the end of the song arrived and some of the other couples kissed each other.

"Calm it down, you two!" Mr. Fredrickson scolded Francis, who was getting a bit too into it with Matthew.

"Your face looks like a tomato, Lovi!" Antonio commented happily; Lovino cursed at him affectionately.

Mr. Berwald is so scary . . . , Tino thought and sweatdropped when he gave him a kiss.

"Uh, I'll just . . . hug you," muttered a very not-clingy Roderich, hugging his dance partner before Gilbert could get to Elizabeth.

"Your skin feels nice, Luddy!" Feliciano kissed Ludwig—whom he nicknamed Luddy, much to the latter's embarrassment—with a smile.

"Um, I guess we'll just go along with these people . . . ," Alfred suggested, blushing slightly at the though of kissing his date—even though they'd done it before. Even if it was by accident . . . .

Arthur titled his head upwards and touched his lips with Alfred's, sending cheerful sparks throughout his body. Alfred kissed him back, smiling happily. They pulled apart shortly after, along with everyone else.

"Thanks for taking me to prom, Art," Alfred thanked him, using the nickname that they established as kids.

"Thank you for asking me to go with you!"

"Okay, let's get down to business. I heard there was free food . . . ?"

Ahh, Feli never stops amusing me. Who comments on somebody's skin? Feli does, and he's cool like that.

600D 8J3! (1337, again.)

The nickname "Art" is actually from the book series Keys to the Kingdom by Garth Nix. You see, the main character's name is Arthur, and he has a nickname.